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| − | ==[[Timeline of Jeweled Amber]]== | + | ===[[Timeline of Jeweled Amber]]=== |
The [[Timeline of Jeweled Amber]] is becoming an increasingly useful way for me to keep this stuff straight. As I have said, much of this Amber stuff is for my own writing entertainment, and as an attempt to jump start my writing out of the doldrums its been in, as well as to run a bit of gaming. Its funny that as a historian and a history junkie it never occurred to me to create a strict timeline but rather relied on a general sense of this event happening after that. As the man aid, "Serves me right for not being musical." | The [[Timeline of Jeweled Amber]] is becoming an increasingly useful way for me to keep this stuff straight. As I have said, much of this Amber stuff is for my own writing entertainment, and as an attempt to jump start my writing out of the doldrums its been in, as well as to run a bit of gaming. Its funny that as a historian and a history junkie it never occurred to me to create a strict timeline but rather relied on a general sense of this event happening after that. As the man aid, "Serves me right for not being musical." | ||
Although the headings for this are looking a little "Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra". Oh well, His eyes wide open. | Although the headings for this are looking a little "Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra". Oh well, His eyes wide open. | ||
| − | ===5242-Desri in Nu Yark with Zicatalas of Azcala=== | + | ====5242-Desri in Nu Yark with Zicatalas of Azcala==== |
Looking out the window over the city of Nu Yark, she chuckled softly at how strange this vasty lands were compared to the magical realm of her birth and her struggles. Its towers, its magics, its technology. What required all her powers to manage in the healing of her own body on her home world, was done in clinics on nearly ever block in this mighty world. What they could do in their cutting edge hospitals was beyond her belief and only cost money she could gather with ease in this brutal world. | Looking out the window over the city of Nu Yark, she chuckled softly at how strange this vasty lands were compared to the magical realm of her birth and her struggles. Its towers, its magics, its technology. What required all her powers to manage in the healing of her own body on her home world, was done in clinics on nearly ever block in this mighty world. What they could do in their cutting edge hospitals was beyond her belief and only cost money she could gather with ease in this brutal world. | ||
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[[File:Desri1.jpg]] [[File:16 Zictalas.jpg]] | [[File:Desri1.jpg]] [[File:16 Zictalas.jpg]] | ||
| − | ===5244-Xolotl and Zentalas=== | + | ====5244-Xolotl and Zentalas==== |
The blackness was strong, the screams of pain deafening around him and the wrongness of the thing he created was dragging scars across his soul. Sparkling lights crashed up around him as the work he did wounded the inscription below him and the imprint within him. He fought his powers and his soul. | The blackness was strong, the screams of pain deafening around him and the wrongness of the thing he created was dragging scars across his soul. Sparkling lights crashed up around him as the work he did wounded the inscription below him and the imprint within him. He fought his powers and his soul. | ||
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[[File:D-Xolotl1.jpg]] [[File:7 Zentalas.jpg]] | [[File:D-Xolotl1.jpg]] [[File:7 Zentalas.jpg]] | ||
| − | ===5245-Xozla and Cihalas=== | + | ====5245-Xozla and Cihalas==== |
Traffic on the overpass was stalled as usual. LA traffic could be challenging at the best of times. | Traffic on the overpass was stalled as usual. LA traffic could be challenging at the best of times. | ||
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The cat looks up, nearly grins, and makes a neigh of approval that a horse would approve of as well. It dreams of being a horse again. | The cat looks up, nearly grins, and makes a neigh of approval that a horse would approve of as well. It dreams of being a horse again. | ||
| − | ===5245-Jopin, Mitcholt, and the Arrival of The Forces of Tosa=== | + | ====5245-Jopin, Mitcholt, and the Arrival of The Forces of Tosa==== |
Morning breezes waft over the docks of Amber with the scent of salt and fog heavy in the dawn. | Morning breezes waft over the docks of Amber with the scent of salt and fog heavy in the dawn. | ||
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[[File:Jopin1.jpg]][[File:Mitcholt.jpg]] [[File:Alexandirkoskorag.jpg]] [[File:D-benedict.jpg]] | [[File:Jopin1.jpg]][[File:Mitcholt.jpg]] [[File:Alexandirkoskorag.jpg]] [[File:D-benedict.jpg]] | ||
| − | ===5245-Lop and Palace Commons=== | + | ====5245-Lop and Palace Commons==== |
Looking around the vast empty space, the plain looking man in brown and gray, his hair in red and yellow, turns to the foppish man in green and asks. | Looking around the vast empty space, the plain looking man in brown and gray, his hair in red and yellow, turns to the foppish man in green and asks. | ||
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Lop walks a bit away, looking up into the rafters, seeing the building as it will be. “Yes.. For all of us, here…In Amber, Finally” | Lop walks a bit away, looking up into the rafters, seeing the building as it will be. “Yes.. For all of us, here…In Amber, Finally” | ||
| − | ===5245-Bleys warns Random=== | + | ====5245-Bleys warns Random==== |
Bleys walks through the castle corridors into the family quarters. Looking about quickly clearly worried, seeing him nervous makes the Elite’s hackles rise up. | Bleys walks through the castle corridors into the family quarters. Looking about quickly clearly worried, seeing him nervous makes the Elite’s hackles rise up. | ||
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Bleys looks at his king and rolls his eyes and slumps further into the booth. “Sure, sure.. What can go wrong?” | Bleys looks at his king and rolls his eyes and slumps further into the booth. “Sure, sure.. What can go wrong?” | ||
| − | ===5245-Lop and Fort in the Palace Commons=== | + | ====5245-Lop and Fort in the Palace Commons==== |
A large man dressed in browns and greens sets a chair on the corner of Broad Isle and Landon Way. It is heavy and high backed. He quickly nails it to the cement with a few long spikes. Settling in he scans the street menacingly. His broad shoulders and heavy brow are enough to make people give him room on the street but the arsenal he carries is excessive even for Amber. One does not see two handed mauls outside of construction sites around here. | A large man dressed in browns and greens sets a chair on the corner of Broad Isle and Landon Way. It is heavy and high backed. He quickly nails it to the cement with a few long spikes. Settling in he scans the street menacingly. His broad shoulders and heavy brow are enough to make people give him room on the street but the arsenal he carries is excessive even for Amber. One does not see two handed mauls outside of construction sites around here. | ||
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[[File:Lop.jpg]] [[File:Fort3.jpg]] [[File:Vomil2.jpg]] | [[File:Lop.jpg]] [[File:Fort3.jpg]] [[File:Vomil2.jpg]] | ||
| − | ===5246-The Arrival of the Cult of the Savior/Slayer. === | + | ====5246-The Arrival of the Cult of the Savior/Slayer. ==== |
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[[File:Venkifairhand.jpg]] [[File:Jakewhitetail2.jpg]] [[File:Reltoriuos1.jpg]] [[File:Hibbit2.jpg]] | [[File:Venkifairhand.jpg]] [[File:Jakewhitetail2.jpg]] [[File:Reltoriuos1.jpg]] [[File:Hibbit2.jpg]] | ||
| − | ===5246-Jeremy and Fiona at Tirna no'gath=== | + | ====5246-Jeremy and Fiona at Tirna no'gath==== |
Standing at the top of the pinnacle the two men look down over the fairy lit city below. Beside them sits a man in the Uniform of the Elites, smoking a cigar with a hint of thyme. The city sparkles as the evening werelights start lighting in the gathering dusk. Traffic seems to change as they watch from the wagons and press of the daily commerce to the coaches and conveyances of the evening. | Standing at the top of the pinnacle the two men look down over the fairy lit city below. Beside them sits a man in the Uniform of the Elites, smoking a cigar with a hint of thyme. The city sparkles as the evening werelights start lighting in the gathering dusk. Traffic seems to change as they watch from the wagons and press of the daily commerce to the coaches and conveyances of the evening. | ||
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[[File:Jeremy.jpg]] [[File:D-finndo.jpg]] [[File:D-fiona.jpg]] [[File:D-bleys.jpg]] [[File:Helene.jpg]] [[File:Darcyrozaro.jpg]] | [[File:Jeremy.jpg]] [[File:D-finndo.jpg]] [[File:D-fiona.jpg]] [[File:D-bleys.jpg]] [[File:Helene.jpg]] [[File:Darcyrozaro.jpg]] | ||
| − | ===5247-CHAD vs Azcala-Battle of Trudana Felik === | + | ====5247-CHAD vs Azcala-Battle of Trudana Felik ==== |
Random looked out over the west wall to the lit city below. Its lights were new and set a different look to the city from the torches of his youth. Les smoke and tar, more fairyland glow. Like Disneyland with nightly bloodletting. | Random looked out over the west wall to the lit city below. Its lights were new and set a different look to the city from the torches of his youth. Les smoke and tar, more fairyland glow. Like Disneyland with nightly bloodletting. | ||
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Random spits the sweet whiskey of Amber and chokes briefly. Beside him Bleys and Fortunadas laugh. | Random spits the sweet whiskey of Amber and chokes briefly. Beside him Bleys and Fortunadas laugh. | ||
| − | ===5261-Doings at Thin Whip's=== | + | ====5261-Doings at Thin Whip's==== |
After a variety of escapades the scene evolves. | After a variety of escapades the scene evolves. | ||
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[[File:Carissa.jpg|250 px]] [[File:Thin-Whip1.jpg]] [[File:Custus of Grastor.jpg]] [[File:Nala1.jpg|250 px]] | [[File:Carissa.jpg|250 px]] [[File:Thin-Whip1.jpg]] [[File:Custus of Grastor.jpg]] [[File:Nala1.jpg|250 px]] | ||
| − | ===5262-Family Details in the Library with Arloxedra=== | + | ====5262-Family Details in the Library with Arloxedra==== |
''The Story as told, during an interlude in the Library of Amber by Arloxedra, to cats and kin.'' | ''The Story as told, during an interlude in the Library of Amber by Arloxedra, to cats and kin.'' | ||
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Yet since the initial call, more children keep coming in. | Yet since the initial call, more children keep coming in. | ||
| − | ===5265-A Conversation in Trasidy === | + | ====5265-A Conversation in Trasidy ==== |
My question is will it work?” He sits against a carved siege of ebony and pearl. The other lords sit in their own sieges, decorated to their desires. | My question is will it work?” He sits against a carved siege of ebony and pearl. The other lords sit in their own sieges, decorated to their desires. | ||
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[[File:Rewscavi.jpg]] [[File:Casznas.jpg]] | [[File:Rewscavi.jpg]] [[File:Casznas.jpg]] | ||
| − | ===5266-Drums and Duty-Random & Truman=== | + | ====5266-Drums and Duty-Random & Truman==== |
Sitting behind the sort of drum kit that is worthy of the King of Amber, Random set the sticks aside and reaches for his tankard. Setting his cigarillo aside he looks over at the nephew he is about to dump a metric ton of crap on. He watches him sling his ax aside and reach for his own tankard. | Sitting behind the sort of drum kit that is worthy of the King of Amber, Random set the sticks aside and reaches for his tankard. Setting his cigarillo aside he looks over at the nephew he is about to dump a metric ton of crap on. He watches him sling his ax aside and reach for his own tankard. | ||
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[[File:D-Random.jpg]] [[File:T Truman.jpg]] | [[File:D-Random.jpg]] [[File:T Truman.jpg]] | ||
| − | === 5270-Jurt Ponders === | + | ==== 5270-Jurt Ponders ==== |
Thin Whip hadn't always been this nervous. He let his thoughts think aloud in his head. | Thin Whip hadn't always been this nervous. He let his thoughts think aloud in his head. | ||
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Looking up, the man asks, “Yes, Jurt? To what do I owe the pleasure?” | Looking up, the man asks, “Yes, Jurt? To what do I owe the pleasure?” | ||
| − | ===5271-Musings on Bursain- Vance=== | + | ====5271-Musings on Bursain- Vance==== |
Looking out of the fore-screen as the ship twisted itself to float downward Vance let the automatics manage the docking details. His crew was already getting their gear together to disembark. The tour had been interesting, but uneventful. Senior staff would go over the details in time, but now it was time to leave. They saluted as they left, letting the Admiral of the Fleet remain alone on his combat vessel before going below | Looking out of the fore-screen as the ship twisted itself to float downward Vance let the automatics manage the docking details. His crew was already getting their gear together to disembark. The tour had been interesting, but uneventful. Senior staff would go over the details in time, but now it was time to leave. They saluted as they left, letting the Admiral of the Fleet remain alone on his combat vessel before going below | ||
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There was much to consider. Perhaps he should grab a bottle of Old Mink and take Truman out surfing. Maybe he would know how to toss this bucket of kittens around. | There was much to consider. Perhaps he should grab a bottle of Old Mink and take Truman out surfing. Maybe he would know how to toss this bucket of kittens around. | ||
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| − | + | ====Hibbit-The Boggie==== | |
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| − | ===Hibbit-The Boggie=== | ||
[[File:Hibbit2.jpg]] [[File:Lop.jpg]] | [[File:Hibbit2.jpg]] [[File:Lop.jpg]] | ||
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[[Running Sheet Hibbit]] | [[Running Sheet Hibbit]] | ||
| − | ===5280 Truman, Tom, & Bob=== | + | ====5280 Truman, Tom, & Bob==== |
| − | + | Swinging his guitar behind his back he looked around the growing green land. His decrepitude was gone from his fingers. His blind eye was clear and they focused like they hadn't in 30 years. His muscles felt young and strong and his pace was long. The blue jeans felt familiar but new. A leather jacket over a t-shirt was comfortable and worn in. His hair was lush and running a hand through it he felt that it was wild and unkempt and felt like the lovely locks of his youth. His beard was scruffy but never did grow much better. | |
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| − | Swinging his guitar behind his back he looked around the growing green land. His decrepitude was gone from his fingers. His blind eye was clear and they focused like they hadn't in | ||
Patting his shirt pocket for a pack of cigarettes he found a harmonica. Looking it over it he almost shed a tear because it was the one Pete Seeger gave him at Newport when he had lost his own. The cigarettes were rolled in his shirt sleeve. He should have known. Stopping to light one he swung the guitar around to tune it and strum a bit he found it to be one he had had back in '69 that Morrison had traded him for a bag of reefer. | Patting his shirt pocket for a pack of cigarettes he found a harmonica. Looking it over it he almost shed a tear because it was the one Pete Seeger gave him at Newport when he had lost his own. The cigarettes were rolled in his shirt sleeve. He should have known. Stopping to light one he swung the guitar around to tune it and strum a bit he found it to be one he had had back in '69 that Morrison had traded him for a bag of reefer. | ||
| − | He figured this must be death, heaven, hell, the summerlands, or some place north of Woodstock, New York. The last thing he remembered was the hospital. | + | He figured this must be death, heaven, hell, the summerlands, or some place north of Woodstock, New York. The last thing he remembered was the hospital. Repporters in the hallways and the lobbies, awaiting his death. Now, he was walking like a young man. |
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| − | + | B12, B12, and Out. | |
| + | Up ahead he saw a straw-topped boy sitting on a rock. He was picking on a Fender Stratocaster. He seemed to know his way around it well but for the life of him he could not place the face.. he should know it. Thin..In life he must have played with him. Sitting next to him was an acoustic guitar he couldn't quite see. | ||
Walking up the two met eyes for a moment. The youth looks aside a bit and asks, "I should know you? Shouldn't I?" | Walking up the two met eyes for a moment. The youth looks aside a bit and asks, "I should know you? Shouldn't I?" | ||
| − | The first man nods, " I think so too.. but.. I was in a hospital.. Then.. I was here. | + | The first man nods, " I think so too.. but.. I was in a hospital.. Then.. I was here." |
"I was on my bed at home I think. My knees were killing me. I was...going to have surgery... I think I overdosed. Then I was here. My two favorite guitars.. Both out of tune of course.." | "I was on my bed at home I think. My knees were killing me. I was...going to have surgery... I think I overdosed. Then I was here. My two favorite guitars.. Both out of tune of course.." | ||
| − | Looking up, the boy says, "So we must be dead, and this is the road to hell?" | + | Looking up, the boy says, "So we must be dead, and this is the road to hell?" The first man nods, "I suppose. But I expected more harps or horns. Clouds, maybe a demon or two.." |
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| − | The first man nods, "I suppose. But I expected more harps or horns. Clouds, maybe a demon or two.." | ||
| − | A voice from beyond them says, "Nope...This is the road to Mandalay. I was asked by the boss there to get you both and bring you in. You were both on the threshold of death and both, in your personal universes, had a total disbelief in an afterlife. That combination often picks icons like yourselves from the vasty of shadow and delivers you here to the Vale of Song. In the infinity of creation there are millions, billions of each of you with variations in each of the worlds. You are only two people in a lot of those worlds where the different distinctions between the worlds had nothing to do with you. You both had long storied careers and your memories will come back | + | A voice from beyond them says, "Nope...This is the road to Mandalay. I was asked by the boss there to get you both and bring you in. You were both on the threshold of death and both, in your personal universes, had a total disbelief in an afterlife. That combination often picks icons like yourselves from the vasty of shadow and delivers you here to the Vale of Song. In the infinity of creation there are millions, billions of each of you with variations in each of the worlds. You are only two people in a lot of those worlds where the different distinctions between the worlds had nothing to do with you. You both had long storied careers and your memories will come back soo. But in each of your worlds something different happened." |
Pointing to the first man he says, "In your world a bolt of lightning struck a man in Scotland in 1527." Pointing to the kid, "In yours an archer killed knight templar in 1202. So nothing having to do with you caused splits in the universe. I know, I know.. its confusing. But so it goes. You guys were famous and had no expectations of an an afterlife while in billions of worlds you were famous and did have expectations of an afterlife. Its called the "[[If I'd died without hope of grace clause]]. The boss will explain it, I promise. I'm just doing him a favor, I don't serve him per se. I'm here to take you to meet him. I promise the beer is cold and the sound is hot. You won't believe the band the man has. " | Pointing to the first man he says, "In your world a bolt of lightning struck a man in Scotland in 1527." Pointing to the kid, "In yours an archer killed knight templar in 1202. So nothing having to do with you caused splits in the universe. I know, I know.. its confusing. But so it goes. You guys were famous and had no expectations of an an afterlife while in billions of worlds you were famous and did have expectations of an afterlife. Its called the "[[If I'd died without hope of grace clause]]. The boss will explain it, I promise. I'm just doing him a favor, I don't serve him per se. I'm here to take you to meet him. I promise the beer is cold and the sound is hot. You won't believe the band the man has. " | ||
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The scruffy man asks, "Do you have a name or shall I just call you Beelzebub? I'm fairly lost but this doesn't look like Clarksdale, Mississippi." | The scruffy man asks, "Do you have a name or shall I just call you Beelzebub? I'm fairly lost but this doesn't look like Clarksdale, Mississippi." | ||
| − | "Its not, nor am I the devil | + | "Its not, nor am I the devil." He says, extending his hand. "I'm Truman of Amber and I'm taking you to meet Adrian of Mandalay." |
The scruffy man shakes his hand, "Robert Zimmerman." | The scruffy man shakes his hand, "Robert Zimmerman." | ||
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The kid shakes his hand next, "Tommy Petty." | The kid shakes his hand next, "Tommy Petty." | ||
| − | Nodding, with a smile, | + | Nodding, with a smile, he slings his own guitar around, and strums, starting a familiar tune. |
"Come along Tom, Bob, I think you are going to like Mandalay. " | "Come along Tom, Bob, I think you are going to like Mandalay. " | ||
