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'''''King Random, | '''''King Random, | ||
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'''''This comes as no surprise to many around you but putting it in writing for what i assume will be public reading is. | '''''This comes as no surprise to many around you but putting it in writing for what i assume will be public reading is. | ||
− | '''''Oberon had me taught in schools ill never tell you about. In techniques you never need to know about. | + | '''''Oberon had me taught in schools ill never tell you about. In techniques you never need to know about. Ive done things you never need to know about. He depended on my expertise as one tiny part of the sources that fed him information. Mine was surface knowledge. Royal squabbles in Begma. Dynastic turnovers in Thulusia. Migrations in Calrobon. Who the new Blues where in Dreana. Who the King of Tosa was at war with. Which Shade Realms of Amber prospered or faltered. |
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'''''And which of my siblings had reproduced. | '''''And which of my siblings had reproduced. | ||
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'''''We could rehash the Patternfall War and what led up to it for years. Hell, we probably will. | '''''We could rehash the Patternfall War and what led up to it for years. Hell, we probably will. | ||
− | '''''As i write this i sit in the Library of Amber. Arloxedra is sleeping on top of a bookcase, smoke flitting around him. Hard to believe Eric thought to make him his heir. Flora just left me, having shown me her Article of Submission. | + | '''''As i write this i sit in the Library of Amber. Arloxedra is sleeping on top of a bookcase, smoke flitting around him. Hard to believe Eric thought to make him his heir. Flora just left me, having shown me her Article of Submission. She makes a good point. Clean Slate. |
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'''''We swore at the edge of the abyss. I knelt with Benedict on my left, Bleys on my right, with my kin. | '''''We swore at the edge of the abyss. I knelt with Benedict on my left, Bleys on my right, with my kin. | ||
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'''''So mote it be. | '''''So mote it be. | ||
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[[Jeweled Amber]] | [[Jeweled Amber]] |