Jurt

The Articles of Submission make good reading, your Majesty.

So with all due regard to not being in service to you I will write one, unbidden, as a member of House Barimen, if only by blood, and not fealty.

My journey has been crooked. It bumped into many rocks. It was a long series of accusations, paranoias, panic, and self-inflicted wounds.

Yet time heals. In time i took to shadow. As you know in my travels i managed to find a place, known to yourself, where i was able to assay the pattern.

You guard the place now. Is that fair? With all the heirs of Barimen in Chaos these days?

I'll leave that to you. I don't write to fight.

After sometime it made sense for me to get as far from the region of my discontent as I could.

So I came here, as far ass I could go. Having no plans i started hosting raves in abandoned warehouses. Some how, in those places, Thin Whip was born.

I, Jurt, son of Dara, great grandsonish of Benedict, am a loyal Lord of Chaos.

But Thin Whip, he was born in the City of Amber.

Call on me as you wish. I will answer. I'll always come if dinner is provided.

Jurt, also known as Thin whip

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Thin whip

Jeweled Amber