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
