Arloxdra

My Liege, as it seems, I answer your demand for a Article of Submission.

I submit.

Lord Arloxedra ap Eric

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Liege,

Since you wish me to elaborate on my previous letter i shall take a moment to explain myself, though i'm not sure it is wise. I will take your comments point by point.

I am Arloxedra, though that is a name I gained later.

The name of my birth is irrelevant as the world of my birth. Neither exist any longer. Suffice it was a sword age, or armored men, of tales of glorious Knighthood. More i'd rather not say.

A thousand years before Patternfall my father came and claimed me. I was a small boy. I traveled with Eric in shadow. He trained me at arms. We found a more respectable shadow for the glory of knighthood and we spent several decades there in the rise and fall of kingdoms. A shadow of Camelot, the card of which is now in the deck that bears your name. Despite adventures aplenty i found myself always reading. Collecting books in realms that lacked widespread literacy. I was teased for my passion by warriors who could not have read their names on a death warrant.

One night my father brought me before Oberon. He petitioned for me to walk the pattern and it was granted. Oberon told me my education was lacking in the things that would be needed in a dark war coming. So he put in mind a place where i could learn much.

I did the bidding of the King. I spent many centuries in study and was ravaged, and learned of horrors.

In time my father came for me. He brought me to Amber with the intention that i would be his heir as he took the Throne of Amber. But after a short time it was clear i might be unsuited but he said it did not matter. It would be thousands of years before it would come to pass.

A Jeweled Amber

Arloxdra. Son of Eric Arlo is a nearly constant resident of the Library of Amber. Holding no official role in the running of the Library he is still almost always there. He can usually be found sleeping in one of the chairs or couches. His world of origin is unknown but his references suggest an Earth/Urth/Earuth/Aerth World. He writes copious editorials on works from the libraries that he mostly picks at random. He is meticulously clean, despite having piles of books near where he sleeps and writing material spread over some table nearby. When asked he admits that he has rooms upstairs someplace but he can't concentrate there.