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The Chronicles of Jeweled Amber: Relmopator Barimen

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Relmopator Barimen; aka ‘Realmer’

Volume One: The Vampire of the Dungeons

Prelude to Madness

As it was told to me.

  • After Dworkin ‘helped’ Corwin escape from the dungeons of Amber, he also left Amber, unbeknownst to anyone. He ended up in a Shadow named Montagar; a place of High Magic with a fast Time Flow compared to Amber. Dworkin had had a destination in mind when he left Amber and began his Shadow Walk, but his madness returned somewhere along the way and when he ‘came to’ he was in Montagar and was not exactly sure who he was. He knew his name and that he wielded great powers, but not much else.
  • He set himself up as a Wizard in a small city and over time took a wife and sired a child; they named her Satura. Dworkin and his wife Verna raised Satura until she was twenty-one when she married a nobleman of Montagar, Sir Kandith, and soon after she gave birth to a son, Relmopator. Dworkin and Verna, Satura and Sir Kandith raised Relmopator together, teaching him everything they could; he was a gifted child.
  • Shortly after Realmer’s sixth birthday Dworkin had a run in with some local Wizards who were insisting that he join their Guild, forsake the use of magic forever, or leave the area immediately; Dworkin did not wish to do any of these so he told them to leave. When they didn’t he Compelled them to leave using his powerful magic. Several days later the wizards returned with more of their kind, all with the intent of forcing Dworkin to comply with their demands. A again Dworkin refused and that is when a Battle of Magics quickly began, and ended. At the first hint of a great threat, Dworkin’s shattered mind grasped at his true identity and his true source of power. Using the power of Pattern, Dworkin temporarily changed the local Laws of Magic which prevented the wizards from casting any spells. Then he used Sorcery and his own Spells to end the lives of the original six wizards that arrived several days previously; he made sure their deaths’ were both dramatic and painful. He told the others to never return or their fate would be even worse; the remaining six wizards fled for their lives.
  • Dworkin's effort returned his memories and the errand he had originally left Amber to complete. He set out to complete it but once on the move his memory shifted again and while he completed the errand, he forgot about his wife and family and returned to Amber and the Patternfall war proceeded to its completion. With the repair of the Pattern, and a new King in Amber, Dworkin's memories were fully restored and he sought Montagar again. He knew he had to return to Montagar and set things right with his family there.
  • The time flow of Montagar was very fast compared to the Shadows surrounding it and when Dworkin got back, forty years had passed there. He found that his home had been razed and burned to the ground and that his lands had been burned as well and the earth salted; there was no sign of his wife, daughter or son in law. While his powers were great, they could not locate the trio. Investigations of nearby Shadows suggested that the three had been present when a gathering of wizards had attacked them, either killing them or abducting them. Many of the Shadows showed the child escaping. His assumption from such research was that his wife and daughter were captured and their location was significantly defended. While Dworkin has powers beyond nearly all creatures in Shadow, he is not omniscient. Since his daughter had never walked the Pattern, the Pattern could not generate a Pattern Ghost accurately. He had found evidence the son in law had died in battle, leaving a small inheritance for the maintenance of his family and that the razing of his home and lands had happened after the son in law's death. Unable to locate his wife, or daughter, he decided he could find the grandson and searched until he did.

As I remember it.

  • My first memory was that I couldn't breathe, it was hot, I felt constrained, my vision was blurry, just light and dark shadow. Then my grandmother's and mother's faces, then sounds, their voices, as though from far away, then suddenly loud. It was difficult to breathe, I was in pain, I wanted to cry out but was too weak, my face felt wet. I don't know if that was my birth or sometime after, but it is the strongest and oldest memory I can recall.
  • I remember grandmother telling me stories about fairies when I was still a baby and grandfather always wiggling his fingers at me, then nodding and smiling. My mother was always watching over me, holding me sometimes, but oddly distant. I remember a man in armor with light skin and dark hair standing over me with a warm smile on his face; I recall a deep voice, but saying calming words; my father.
  • Comprehension came quickly, then speech and language, but I was still weak and frail and movement was difficult. My grandfather and grandmother noticed my gift and taught me many things while I was still but a baby. And before I could even stand or walk, I could speak full sentences, read and comprehend what I was reading. Then I learned many languages, both spoken and written and was already adept at a few Cantrips by the time I was six years of age. One day many men arrived outside our home and had a loud argument with my grandfather, that turned into a quick battle of magic to the death for half of them... the other half ran away after grandfather yelled at them, then my grandfather walked away and didn't come back. My grandmother and mother were left to care for me alone, with occasional visits from my father.
  • Grandmother continued to educate me and taught me many languages and how to read a few of them, my mother taught me how to read the rest, sort of, and she taught me how to write, in several different languages and several types of script. I wished to continue my magical training, but mother warned against it, considering the visiting Wizards' problem with Dworkin, who was no longer there to protect them... grandmother always replied that she was more than capable of protecting them all.
  • Not long after my twenty first birthday, we were informed by an Emissary of the King that my father, Sir Kandith, had performed valorously and heroically to save the men of his company and died in glorious combat doing so. My small inheritance sustained us all quite well for many years. Then one day, while was I away getting supplies and foodstuffs, our home was attacked by Wizards and razed then burned to the ground as well as all of our lands... I assumed my mother and grandmother perished in the fire. I tortured myself for years wondering what would have happened if I had not been away. I spent many years working as a scribe in the next closest city to our destroyed home, somewhere I was not already known.
  • Dworkin found me in that nearby city as I was still working as a scribe; I was in my late forties, but still looked like a very handsome young man. I was angry at my grandfather for abandoning us and I told him that I and my mother and grandmother wondered for many years what happened. I told him that my father had died in one of the king's wars when I was young and my inheritance, while small, allowed us a quiet comfortable life for many years... but still we wondered what had happened to you that day. I told him that many years back wizards suddenly attacked and destroyed our home. I told him I had barely escaped only because I was not present and that I assumed that my mother and grandmother had perished in the fire.
  • Dworkin did not explain his absence to me, but instead said, “Our revenge shall be swift and final. Follow me, grandson.” Dworkin led me through Shadow, a short cut to the Wizard’s Guild Tower housing the guilty parties. Using a very powerful Spell (or perhaps Logrus Powers), Dworkin completely obliterated the Wizard’s Guild Tower and all within, but nothing else in the city was affected. Dworkin then took me to a Shadow ‘next door’, a world called Oerth. He took me to the Free City of Greyhawk and enrolled me at the University of Magic there. Dworkin gave me all the treasure I would need to pay for my schooling and supplies for many years to come then told me, “Learn all you can about Magic; everything. One day I will return for you and take you to your true home, but it may be many years.” Then Dworkin departed leaving me to fend for myself in a new city and a new world.
  • I spent about a decade of my life and my entire 'fortune' learning Magic at the Academy of Magics in the Free City of Greyhawk on the World of Oerth. I could have left within the first year after arriving as I had learned all the basics of Wizardry, but I stayed on to learn more, and more spells, and more magical tactics and more about magical artifacts of the land. Many of those latter years were spent away from the Academy but still within the city, learning how to earn coin for magic, which began my dive into continualism magics and earned me much coin in the beginning, but then once everyone had what they wanted, needed or could afford, the coins stopped coming. This turn of events is what led me to the life of Adventuring when a bartender and friend hired me and a couple of warriors, a thief and a cleric, on behalf of 'the city', to descend into the sewers beneath and find out why there was such a huge problem with the rats.
  • Years after that first underground adventure, a man calling himself Merlin, but more likely a Shadow of The Merlin of Chaos, took me and some other Adventurers from Greyhawk on a trip through Shadow... but something went wrong during our 'Logrus Tendril Travel' and we all got flung into separate Shadows. The world I was in was dark and dangerous, filled with predators both fauna and flora, hostile environment and environmental events and nearly everything was toxic or poisonous to me. Then I 'met' The Entity (a future main antagonist); a Powerful Psychic Being that was non-corporeal as far as I could tell and the name it gave me and demanded I call upon for power, has since been stricken from my memory by my choice and by my Will alone. The Entity ‘altered’ by my body (used my own latent Shape Shifting Power against me); my skin turned a sickening shade of gray, which caused the itching and burning to stop, then my eyes changed somehow, and they stopped burning as well, and I was able to see better in the darkness of that realm and my insides were changed so I could breathe better and eat and drink what the world had to offer, those things that had previously been deadly to me. Then The Entity forced me to change my way of using magic, my Magic Style (became a Specialist Wizard; Necromancer, with Wizard Kit; Witch/Warlock). I was forced to learn Magic again, a different way, just to cast the spells I already knew... but there were a few benefits.
  • When I tried to steal some of The Entity's Power at a time when I could tell it was unaware and vulnerable, it caught me and cursed the power I took; though my vision was greatly enhanced including seeing the invisible, seeing Illusions as slightly transparent, seeing magic as an aura, night vision equal to day vision, and a few other minor enhancements, it was at a cost... my eyes changed and they looked like reflective silvery metallic orbs in my head. The Entity then ‘altered’ by my body my body again; my muscles atrophied and drew tight against my bones, then my skin shrank down and drew tight against my atrophied muscles, then my body became wracked with varying levels of pain, but constant. I knew it would never happen again, and I only wish I had grabbed for more of The Entity's Power more quickly, instead of slyly, considering I got caught and punished heavily. After several years, local time, Shadow Merlin finally found me and snuck me out before The Entity could react; I was returned home to the City of Greyhawk along with my other companions, but Shadow Merlin was unable to undo what had been done to me in that Shadow Realm by that Entity of Power. And then he left and I have never seen him since.
  • During my many adventures spanning several decades and several worlds all within what I call the Gygax Shadow System, (all D&D worlds like Greyhawk, Forgotten Realms, etc.) I was ‘Cursed’ repeatedly; including but not limited to: Physical Strength Drain, Life Energy Drain (level loss), Perspective and Moral Shift (Alignment changed), and forced Shape Shifting into a Dragon or Dragonkin... it's difficult to remember for sure; it literally altered my way of thinking. Then there was a turn of good luck and I was changed back into my True Human Form via very powerful Wish Magic... and then shortly thereafter I was willingly turned into a Vampyr; a not living but not undead vampire. (A forced Shape Shift into an Amberite with vampiric abilities and Forms). I lived for a couple of decades as a Vampyr and as the Lord of an island castle filled with ‘rifts’ to other worlds and a Magical Rift Gate that could be set to travel to many known worlds.
  • Then one day, out of nowhere and without warning, as seemed to be his way, my Grandfather Dworkin showed up again and explained to me about my Amber Heritage and the possibilities of many special abilities. Dworkin took me through Shadow for a long time until we reached a Realm known as Ambir, a Shade of Amber with a Shade of the Pattern; walking it allowed me to Shadow Walk but not to wander in to Amber itself. It also gave me access to my Shape Shifting abilities, Power Words, Sorcery, Conjuration & Compelling and a limited form of Trump Artistry. Dworkin spent just enough time to show me how to use my Shape Shifting Powers, firstly, then how to alter my Spells according to the Magic Laws of the Shadow I was in, and how to use my Psyche to ‘feel’ the Magic of the Shadow to know what to change… and several other Psyche tricks. He also taught me about Conjuring, Compelling and Power Words. He also helped me create a Familiar from my own blood, a miniature Beholder that I named Bob. After a short time, Dworkin took me back into Shadow, showing me how to Shadow Walk and Hellride... then one day he disappeared and once again left me to fend for myself in Shadow... and in exactly the same Shadow as he found me.
  • I traveled through many Shadows near the Gygax Shadow System. I picked up the basics of Trump Artistry, but my Trumps were limited. After many years I grew curious about the different types of worlds and peoples out there deeper in Shadow or towards Amber... so I began exploring Shadows farther away for that shadow system with higher forms of technology and sometimes no magic, present anyway. Then places with strange physical laws and odd beings... then I turned around and began heading towards Amber. Because I had walked a Shade Pattern it allowed me to get closer to Amber than most other means, but still only as close as Ambir, so I explored a bit and I a group of Shadows I like to call the “Tarnished Circle”; a collection of Shadows just outside the Golden Circle, Shadows of current Golden Circle kingdoms that never had interference from or commerce with Amber or even the Golden Circle Kingdoms. I spent many years exploring those little explored Shadows closest to Amber... then, as it always was and is, Dworkin found me again, and out of nowhere took me away... but that time my grandfather took me to Amber, at long last.
  • But first, I attended the Royal Studies Course at the University of Fantalin in Thelusia. There I met Aries Colbrese, a Shadow of Dworkin, I believe. He gave me a tour and told me the history of the University; apparently the courses dated back to Caine, Julian and Gerard's youth. While I was in attendance, I met Arloxedra, the son of King Eric, during his term as an instructor after Patternfall... we did not hit it off and we never really got along well. But I was not concerned about making friends, I was studying and learning all I could so I could walk the Pattern in Amber.
  • A couple of days before Graduation, after I had completed all of my classes, Aries summoned me to his private office for a meeting. I accompanied Aries into Shadow on a Mission of great importance to Amber and of great personal importance to me. I met three Adasks, all War Chiefs of their of Clan; Hagalta, Xorit, and Krelat. This is when I learned that my mother, Satura, still lived and was the captive and wife of Hagalta. He presented me with a Tome that was of great importance to King Random and said he would only give it to him through me, so he could meet me, his son. Then Hagalta gave me my mother's Ring to prove he truly had her then he and Krelat turned and departed... Xorit remained behind and told me that he did not support Hagalta or Krelat but did support my mother, then he gave me a bag of Ice Orc Marbles, told me how they worked, then departed. Aries took me to Amber, the Pattern Chamber specifically, Dworkin, Random and Benedict were waiting; I handed the Tome over to Random then Walked the Pattern and promptly passed out at it center.
  • Even though I was assigned an apartment in the family wing, I was also allowed, with Fiona's permission, to take over an unused room on the Pattern Level of the Dungeons for the purposes of magical research... it became my regular living space. After walking the Pattern, my Ambir Shade Pattern Imprint was overwritten somewhat. The Pattern of Amber was more powerful than the Shade Primal Pattern of Ambir, but there was enough of a difference that there are times I can use one or the other, but essentially, they are the same power. After a bit more schooling, I became a full Trump Artist, but still my studies continued, but not because anyone told me to. Unlike Arlo, I did not like spending my time in the Library, preferring instead to ‘check out' large numbers of books at one time and take them to my private rooms in the Dungeons.
  • I spent many years, decades perhaps, studying Magic and Powers... I learned even more about Sorcery and the Pattern; that is when Dworkin gifted me a Shade of the Jewel of Judgment, the one particular to the Shade of Ambir where I originally gained my Pattern Imprint... oddly, it was green, not red. It was and is a potent signature piece for magical works, but is more effective in Shadows 'below' the level of the Shade of Ambir, rather than closer to the real Amber... but still, a powerful Artifact; I was nearly brought to tears of joy, and nearly drooling with anticipation of the power at my command.
  • My studies shifted to Artifact creation Empowerment. I spent decades learning all I could from tomes in the Library and from talks with Dworkin and others. When I felt ready, I created my first Artifact, without assistance; it was my Sorcerer's Robe, which acted as clothing, armor and magical storage, as well as extremely fast movement and flight. After many weeks rest, I began on my next Artifact, my Scrimshawed Bone Staff; a weapon, an attack beast and a guardian. Both created in the Pattern Chamber in the Dungeons of under Castle Amber, both created from his own blood, both Empowered with versions of my own Powers including Shape Shifting and Spell Use, among others.
  • My entry into the Family's Politics and intrigue came one day when I was idly walking the corridors of the Dungeons and overheard King Random speaking in a nearby room, I decided to eavesdrops on Random and the others in the room; they were discussing a great valley filled with dead bodies and a powerfully magical sword. I was invited in by King Random, who knew I was eavesdropping, to contribute to the conversation; Benedict, Arloxedra and Vander, one of the Late King Eric's other sons, were all present. There were three swords on a large stone table in the center of the room; I recognized them immediately for what they were; The Swords of Power, though these looked a little different with the pommels showing the symbol of each. I knew their legend and told them all of what I had heard, including the complete Song of the Swords... though I only chanted it for them. I was, and still am, curious as to the location of that great valley... which specific Shadow it is in.
  • Soon afterwards, I had a conversation with Arlo in the Library about Adagalasck, my mother Satura and Vox; he had suspicions that I was descended from Vox and Dworkin and for some reason seemed to trust me less because of it... or so it seemed. Then Arlo showed me some new cards soon to arrive in the King Random Deck; Ninaaratres and Emiliesa. Then, oddly, Arlo gave me a Stone from Adagalasck and told me to walk the Pattern with it and that will allow access to that sealed Realm, so I did as Arlo suggested.

Prince Julian and Sir Gangdis in the Dungeons of Amber

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis and Julian are arguing horse breeding one day, dark in the dungeons. Julian seems to be laughing, over a tankard of strong smelling mead, and his laughter is so out of character that its is startling.. They seem like old war buddies talking over ancient lines of horse long dead..

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer would be returning from the Pattern Chamber; most likely from guard duty, research or artifact creation... all are possibilities. Bob is floating a few yards in front of him and several feet above his head, somewhat in the shadows. Realmer stops and greets them both. "Gangdis, good to see you are in high spirits today. Prince Julian, good to see you again; it is rare that we see one another, what with me roaming the dungeons and you roaming the Forest Arden. May I join you? Or would you both like to come in? I have a wonderful mead and several beers I have made myself."

  • Michael James Watson

Julian raises and eyebrow uncertainly... "Well, why not... Gangdis and I were remember old times.. He was with father for some of the battles against Weirmonneker. Were wolves and owlbear mostly. Gangdis and I stood against 100 owlbears together.. Bloody day it was.. I was still a ranger of Arden then. It wasn't yet my charge" He comes in and settles, his armor shifting to a bracer. The rumor is that if he shifts his armor he is relaxing. But he has been known to attend family dinners in armor

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis"100? Dear boy, it was 300 at least!" Julian chuckles..."It was 78, i counted. But i won't change the story if i hear you telling it at the Elite hall"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer chuckles as he gets a few bottles and sets them on the small table in front of the sitting chairs. "Please, help yourselves. Back in my adventuring days I also encountered werewolves and owlbears, but never in those numbers. But I have found that a Fireball Spell can be quite efficacious with large groups."

  • Michael James Watson

Julian-"Magic.. Its a pity it so unreliable. A minute of shadow left or right and the spell is ineffective.. In shadow, yes, but in Arden, in Amber, its a fragile weapon. A strong sword is rarely risky to rely on."

  • Michael James Watson

Gang-"Ak. I don't go to the Elite Hall anymore.... This young Elites have no appreciation for history. I can't take them seriously.. and ... they mock me...not to my face of course... But I'm not up to thrashing the lot of them.. "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"I cannot disagree with you, cousin; Magic is tricky in and around Amber. But I much prefer a staff over a sword, myself. But I do understand the need for a good melee weapon. Though I may not be a great warrior such as yourselves, I do have SOME tactical sense." Realmer takes a seat in one of the empty chairs so he can see both of them easily and he pours himself some of his mead. Realmer looks to Gangdis, "Perhaps a good thrashing is exactly what those disrespectful young Elites need, followed by a good history lesson. Those who do not study history are doomed to repeat it."

  • Michael James Watson

gang-"Naw.. let them twitter. They have avoided real wars and raised in rank in shadow. Shadow wars are serious enough for the participants but they are not like danger to Amber. And not all of them.. Just a few.. I'm afraid i would embarrass myself if i drew blade on them.. My time is past.. they are the future"

  • Michael James Watson

Jul-"Gangdis, I'm half tempted to drag you out into Arden and tie your arse to a horse till you remember why you wear a Valorous band"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"I would disagree with you on the point of your time being past; I feel there is still much for you to offer to Amber and me personally."

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis laughs, refilling his mug" Argh! I'm sure id remember it while i hung on the underside of the beast...bouncing my head off the ground" gang turns, "Oh is there, youngster? I've earned my rest. I earned it fighting the Wier, the moonriders, and breaking the Siege of Bunny Free. I fought the Dragons of Perdition when they attacked Thelusia. I was on post when Castle Amber was not much more then a manor house.. When you have served Amber as long as I have, a third as long as I have, you may want your rest as well"

  • Michael James Watson

Jul-"You want rest old man, I can plop you on a beach at Nasty Place and let you lay there till you grow bored. Its not rest you need, its action"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer exchanges a glance with Julian then looks back to Gangdis. "I cannot deny that you have earned your rest, Gangdis; your service has been extraordinary. But I agree with Julian, I believe you are a man of action and I am sure this semi-retirement duty of guarding my door is boring you out of your mind. I was considering taking you with me, when I leave Amber to investigate Hagalta and find a way to free my mother... but perhaps I will have to take someone else if you crave your rest so much."

  • Michael James Watson

gang-"Well, in the realms you come from do the grandmothers suck eggs? " Julian chokes briefly, suppressing a laugh.

  • Michael James Watson

gang-"Ill go where you wish because i won't have it said i abandoned my charge. But your staying her suits me fine"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Yes, Gangdis, some grandmothers do 'suck eggs'." Realmer says with a smile. "And I am happy to hear you will be accompanying me on my journey, I'm sure the 'young' CHAD mercenary I hired to escort me around the city will benefit greatly from your experience and wisdom... he will also be joining me."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer glances at Julian again and takes a long drink of his mead. He wonders if teasing, baiting or gently antagonizing Gangdis is the best ploy and if he should add something more. But then Bob the Beholder floats over, but not too close, and for only the second time ever, speaks. It addresses Gangdis, its voice is deep yet smooth, its lips curl back over its many pointed teeth as it carefully enunciates each word. "I am also happy you are coming with us. Your stories are far more interesting than Sir Carston's." Bob's spherical body then angles downward and all of its eyes close momentarily... it would appear like a head nod of respect. Then Bob's eyes open and it floats up and away from the group; Realmer is speechless and his mouth is hanging open slightly. He recovers quickly by drinking some mead.

  • Michael James Watson

Julian-"Who is Sir Carston?"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"My CHAD mercenary" Realmer replies to Julian. "And Bob is correct, Gangdis' stories are better." Realmer then nods his head in respect to Gangdis in the same fashion that Bob did.

  • Michael James Watson

Julian-"CHAD? You have Sir Gangdis of Cogswell as your assigned elite and you dare spend a bent copper wing on a damned Tosaian sellsword? What the suffering hell? " Turning on Gangdis-"What kind of man is this Carston? Does he know who he is working for? Not him, " pointing casually to you, "But for you?"

  • Michael James Watson

"Ak Jules, for the love of.. I don't need to prowl the night. Were he to leave the realm id go.. As for Carston.. He is a serviceable man. A fair sword. A military man, not one of the adventurers.. He is hard, but polite enough.. Hes better able to scare off knife workers in the street then an old man like me"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Well, in all fairness, cousin" Realmer begins, addressing Julian, "I was informed that Gangdis was my 'door guard' not my Assigned Elite Guard. And when I hired Sir Carston Brak, I was mostly unaware of who Gangdis is and what he has accomplished. And Carston has worked out well for my forays into the City. But I will certainly want and need someone with Gangdis' experience and wisdom when I depart Amber. And as far as spending coin on him... sometimes a sellsword will be more honest than an assigned royal guard. And sometimes a sellsword can go places and learn things a royal guard might not."

  • Michael James Watson

Julian seems unconvinced but shrugs "Its you gold. So where do you plan to travel?"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

(assuming this is post Arlo talk?) "Adagalasck. According to Arlo I should go there. It relates to Hagalta and my mother, Satura."

  • Michael James Watson

he ponders... "Never been there..Nina is there though...Emilie too I'd assume.." he looks wistful for a moment.. "This Hagalta... I've heard of him recently but never before An Adask... Like Nina and Emilie.. hmm I hadn't realized.... I rarely have seen you in the day light.... You're of Adask stock... hmm ... "

  • Michael James Watson

Taking out his trumps he thumbs out Satura's picture.. nod. "Yes, i see it now.. Adask. Its curious that i hadn't heard that mentioned in reference to you or her... Her card is warm..sort of... "

  • Michael James Watson

"We of the blood often forget our matriarchal line. My mother was... difficult.. she was Queen of Amber for a time, like many of Oberon's women.. but.. politics played poorly with her.. "

  • Michael James Watson

gang-"Rilga was lovely. But yes, Oberon treated her like most women, replaceable.. And for Clarissa of all people"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"My... our.. Adask heritage is a new information to me. I have always been pale and my eyes have always been different, just like my mother's and grandmother's... but I never knew we were Adask until recently, relatively speaking. And her card is warm most likely because it is being blocked because she is being held against her will by Hagalta."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer looks a bit angry and his face actually distorts slightly making him look somewhat more vampiric (Nosferatu) but then his face returns to normal and then he sips his mead in silence.

  • Michael James Watson

Julian.--"Well, this sounds like a personal matter and I would respect your desire to handle it on your own.. However, an Aunt being held against her will? My only aunt at that.. Should you wish my aid, trump me. '

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"I thank you for your respect and discretion. And I thank you kindly for your offer of help, Julian. I may very well take you up on your offer, should the need arise. I hear your hunting pack is beyond compare, be sure to bring them with, should I call."

  • Michael James Watson

"I've heard Ad...... is locked. Do you have a method to gain access? "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer smiles slyly, "I wouldn't be planning a trip there if I didn't have a way in." After a moment he adds, "Though, without Arloxedra's help I wouldn't have a way in, so I guess he is due his credit." Realmer would have walked the Pattern, with the Stone, as soon after it was given as possible.

  • Michael James Watson

"Well, I've a way in if you need it. It would cause me..... some heartache.... but its for a good cause. Should you wish it I'll oblige""

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer considers Julian's offer for a moment. "If my method should fail, I will certainly be in contact. But for now I would rather spare you the heartache. And again, thank you for your offer of help; whether I need it or not, your willingness to help will not be forgotten."

  • Michael James Watson

he nods, fumbling with Satura's trump... contemplating.. Slipping the card out he removes two others.. The frames and backs show them to not be trumps of the regular deck. They look less finished, He slides them over. "Take those.. I'll want them back. If you use them, give them my regards. Tell them Caine and I are well, survived Patternfall, and bid them to come to Amber.. Oberon is gone and Random.....is a different kind of king. He might be amendable. "

  • Michael James Watson

You see one is Emilie and the other Nina.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Again, my greatest thanks." Realmer slips them up the same sleeve, into the same pocket, that he slipped the Trump for Adagalasck.

  • Michael James Watson

Julian rises and bids adieu, shifting his armor on. he nods to you both and steps out without preamble

  • Michael James Watson

Gang-'Sorry about that ..Some of them.... well. They don't have many contemporaries.. They age out.. So were you serious about traveling? I could send word to the CHAD hall, round up a few horse.. It might be bright out but the Jeweled road is safe enough"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Yes, Gangdis, I am serious about traveling; I have spent enough time in Amber, and a select few Shadows learning, researching and preparing... it's time for me to get out. I want to keep it small; me, you, Carston... you wouldn't happen to know a good Padfoot, would you? We might need someone stealthy. And yes, send word for horses and to Carston as well. I do have a couple of things to do first though; I must say goodbye to Flora, I will so miss our Sea View Garden breakfasts....."

  • Michael James Watson

"I've a thought for a Padfoot.. If you will. Ill look in on him" "Excellent. I trust your judgment. At your discretion."

  • Michael James Watson

he heads off

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

For the next several minutes, Realmer unsuccessfully tries to sort through the Trump Deck and gather up some belongings for the trip ahead, finally Bob says softly, "Just call Flora." Realmer stops and finds her card instantly. "Thank you, Bob. Awful chatty of late." Realmer concentrates on the image of Flora and waits for contact....

  • Michael James Watson

"Yes? Oh.... Not who i expected.. Whats the honor for?"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Oh, sorry if I am interrupting an expected contact; I'll be brief. I will be leaving Amber for awhile, headed to Adagalasck. I will be taking Gangdis and Carston with me... and Bob and Kevin as well. I just wanted to let you know that I won't be available for breakfast with you for an undetermined amount of time." He pauses for a moment then adds, "I will miss our breakfast time together."

  • Michael James Watson

'To Adagalasck? Really? Are you sure you want to take Kevin? Its a frolicsome place for a puppy without powers"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Well, he is a tough little nugget... but I see your point. Perhaps it would be best if I left him behind. Would you be willing to watch after him while I am away? I really hate to impose, but you are the only other person in Amber that Kevin likes."

  • Michael James Watson

"Id be delighted too. Pass him over"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer picks him up off his favorite cushion and hands him through to Flora. "I will leave my rooms unlocked, if you need anything for him just come and get it. You do know where my rooms are, don't you?" As he asks he then hands through Kevin's favorite cushion, fave toy, fave food bowl and a bag of homemade treats from a pocket in his robes. "That should cover it for now."

  • Michael James Watson

"Oh i have such things.. And Kevin is not stranger to my suite. Be safe... "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Have fun on your date." Realmer says with a mischievous smile and a wink.... he knows Flora well enough by now. He breaks contact and finishes packing up some things within the many pockets of his magical robe.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer then shuffles out Random' card from the Deck... perhaps the King should know his plans.

  • Michael James Watson

Carly answers of course... then patches you through

  • Michael James Watson

"Yes? Something in the depths i should know?"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Yes, Majesty, I will be leaving them for a while. After receiving some information from Arloxedra I have decided to visit Adagalasck to further investigate my mother's captivity, Hagalta and my family connection to the Adask. I will be taking Gangdis with me, as well as a CHAD merc and one other. I just thought you should know as I have no idea the outcome of my visit or how it might affect Amber."

  • Michael James Watson

"Well, Adagalasck huh? Ya... that card is going to be in the deck but it will only deliver the holder to the border. We don't officially have embassies there so don't start a war with them. Not that i wouldn't like our chances. There are a couple of my sisters there... They have refused trump contacts effectively since Oberon chased them out of Amber. The trumps are even warm to the touch but I'm assured they still live. Strange place. Never been there myself. Oh, probably best not to mention it to Julian or Caine if you run into them. Its a sore spot. Both of them took long walks after the sisters were chased off. The betting was that they may never return. Obviously they did.. That was a long time ago.."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"I may have another way in, besides the Trump, Arlo gave me a stone from Adagalasck and had me walk the Pattern with it; he said it should give me access to Adagalasck... then mentioned the Jeweled Road and the blocked access." Realmer decides not to mention that Julian already knows.

  • Michael James Watson

"If you take the pattern, how will you get Gangdis there?"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Arloxedra also mentioned that Satura's mother was Vox... but I knew my grandmother to be named Verna... he also seemed to think I was involved in something with Nina and Emilie and Hagalta in some way." Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr. "Oh, I thought Arlo meant for me to imprint the stone then carry it with me along the Jeweled Road and it would allow me passage through the blockade."

  • Michael James Watson

"Arlo is paranoid. But he isn't wrong. Dworkin is hush hush about it. But there is a good chance that Verna is Vox. I can't reach Vox and Dworkin is in hiding as well, the.. Well, that makes sense.. Good.. Well then.... Have fun storming the castle. Don't kill anyone we might need in the future"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

“I will only kill those that try to kill me first. And sometimes paranoia can be a good thing, but he is way of course concerning me; this whole Adask and Vox connection are new to me. I will try not to cause too much trouble for the Crown and I will let you know if anything concerning Amber comes up."

  • Michael James Watson

he nods, "Fair enough.. Good Luck" he closes the call.

Traveling the Jeweled Road to Adagalasck and Aztalios of Azcala

  • Michael James Watson

Carston stood near the stables, checking the outfitting of the horses. In the time he had worked for Lord Realmer their trips had trips had been in the city. A rough city at times to be sure, but there was nothing like taking to the road on horse back to make a warrior feel like a professional. Gangdis had instructed the grooms as to packing. He picked the horses too before leaving. Drunken old sot he may be but he knows his horse flesh. "Groom! Take these to the courtyard. Ill be back with provender. An hour latter with supplies in the arms of some of the castle pages he arrives to see a surprising figure by his horses.. "Sir?" Carston asks. The slight fop in fox furs turns, nods and hands a card forward. "Carston... When you reach your destination.. and pass the border, have your employers call me.. But don't give him the card till then. I have advice on the matter." Watching his back, Carston thinks, not for the first time, that meddling in the business of royalty is dangerous at the best of times.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer would have viewed the courtyard via one of Bob's 'remote eyes' to check the progress of his 'party' from time to time while packing. Once things appeared to be ready he would finish up and prepare to departure. Once he finished packing what he thought he might need into the many pockets of his Sorcerer's Robe, he also tossed a few extra items and a couple of tomes into an old worn leather backpack and slings it across his back. He summons his Scrimshawed Staff to his right hand and looks around the room one last time. He summons Bob with a mental command; Bob floats over and hovers above his left shoulder then Shape Shifts into an albino raven, now perched upon Realmer's shoulder. "Bob, the courtyard." Realmer says and waits for Bob to deliver them their. Using his Trump Powers, Bob 'teleports' them to the courtyard, but not to the place the Trump in the Deck does. They arrive to the side of one of the entrance ways to the courtyard, allowing them the opportunity to observe the goings on before being observed.(Realmer may not have viewed the fop in fox furs as he only checked in periodically, but Bob would have seen him; his eyes are always watching...)

  • Michael James Watson

Bob notices when he trumps into the courtyard that he is observed by the Courtyards guards.

  • Michael James Watson

Carston nods as you arrive.. "Gangdis isn't here but he isn't too late.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer glances around the courtyard, yet again impressed by the Elites awareness. He advances and glances over the horses and gear then looks to Carston. "I'm sure he will be along shortly. Did he brief you?" Realmer asks looking the man over a little more critically then before, reassessing him before the 'adventure' begins.

  • Michael James Watson

"Yes. a long ride to approach a blockaded Realm. I've supplies for a week though as i understand its not that long a ride. Ah..... There he is.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer nods at Carston's comments, "Excellent. It is always good to be prepared and over supplied." Realmer looks to where Carston is looking.

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis comes into the courtyard laughing, a wine skin in his hand. He seems to be talking animatedly to the woman with him. He seems to have a young girl with him, thin, tight leathers, pale straw hair with a variety of hair dyes splotches. She seem almost skipping as she talks to Gangdis

  • Michael James Watson

"Ah! Lord Realmer, let me introduce you to Tesa Resa...a friend of mine from the Harbor district. She'll do."

  • Michael James Watson

Tesa, "Ak, Gangdis, you old drunken fart!? you can't go telling him I'll do! We don't know if I'll be paid enough to do him. Sorry, Lord, he forgets himself when hes been,,,,ah,,,,awake...."

  • Michael James Watson
  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer assesses the woman as they approach. He smiles and chuckles then says, "Pleased to meet you, Tesa. Drop the Lord and just call me Realmer, since we will be traveling together. And I'm sure you'll be paid enough for your services, most likely overpaid... but I'm not looking for personal services on this outing." Realmer chuckles and continues. (mt)

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"I'm not exactly sure what I will encounter or what situations I will be in while traveling; so I will need someone who is stealthy and good at getting into and out of places unnoticed. Since Gangdis has brought you here I am hoping you have the skills I need. Name your price and your terms."

  • Michael James Watson

"My price? I suspect a pocket of gold would be nice and i expect expenses to be paid of course. I expect a fair pick of treasures though I suppose you'll take the important pieces. Gany was unclear why you needed an assassin but i suppose that's your business. When you declare a mark i will do the how and you can keep the why to yourself. As for my "Personal" services? All my services are personal. If someone needs to die i suppose the Unicorn and the Fates have already made the call and ill deliver the message. Till then, I'll get into any locked place you find me"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer looks Tesa over again then says, "An assassin? Excellent." He then looks to Gangdis and says "An assassin... more than I was looking for but good thinking. Well done." He looks back to Tesa, "I agree to your terms and performance bonuses are quite likely." He reaches inside one to the large pockets of his robe and pulls out a small sack of gold that is clearly more than a pocketful and tosses it to her.

  • Michael James Watson

She catches it with a nod.. "One more thing.. Though...its a bit embarrassing, and maybe a few days on the road would make it less creepy.. I'm a bit of a fan girl for Amberites. Are you familiar with the Deck Game among the normals of the kingdom?"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer is a collector of rumors and does 'prowl' the city at night and hears all sorts of things... he has surely heard of it, perhaps even looked into the rules.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Well, I have been accused of being creepy myself, but find little creepy, myself."

  • Michael James Watson

Non-magical copies of the King random Decks are available all over. Citizens buy them and have Amberites autograph their cards.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"And yes, I have heard of the Deck Game... and I would be pleased to sign your copy of my card." Realmer does not even wait for her to produce it before reaching inside a pocket and pulls out a stylus and ink pot... he is a bit old fashioned that way.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

The stylus is carved from bone, scrimshawed like his staff. The ink is black with a slight purplish, reddish hue; it dries almost instantly.

  • Michael James Watson

She chuckles, produces a deck in a magicians move. Shuffles out your card.

  • Michael James Watson

gang "We should be on our way then.. Many a mile before sleep. We should make Diega Raks by nightfall if we push"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

He signs it 'Relmopator Barimen' in a fine script. "I agree, we should be on our way."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer easily pulls himself into the saddle of the horse chosen for him by Gangdis. He rests the butt of the staff in the right stirrup and adjusts his weight and posture... it has been awhile since he as been in the saddle. He leads his group out of the courtyard and out of the City.

  • Michael James Watson

The road is wide and colorful . And its hard to really draw attention in Amber but the group of you do. Tesa seems to disappear under a hooded cloak, arching in such a way to look more shoulderish, manly. The time passes and few interfere

  • Michael James Watson

A hard ride at a reasonable rate covers a lot of ground.

  • Michael James Watson

Arriving at Diega Raks, the 4 of you find it busy as always but able to accommodate the 4 four of you. Tesa, says she'll be by the horses at dawn but she has people here to see unless you need her personal services

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer chuckles at Tesa's comment and says to have a good night and be careful. Realmer makes sure Gangdis and Carston are set for coin then he is off to his room before getting a meal, to check the room over and 'freshen up'. Bob would leave behind a remote viewing eye immediately or at least before leaving for dinner. (Q: Did Bob notice the fop in fox fur? If so, he would mention it to Realmer since is it obvious Tesa is the 'Padfoot' he hired and not this fellow giving cards to Carston.)

  • Michael James Watson

Morning at the Raks finds Tesa with Gangdis, fitting the horses. Packs strapped into places, water buckets removed and set to the Raks grooms. Looking up Gang walks up, "Yes sir.. nice to get on the road early. Long day... We should get past Wiermon before dark. Smooth travel.. Its been a long time since i got blisters on my bottom. If we decide to stop early, we can find a waymet I'm certain."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"As you see fit; I trust your judgment. I will have Bob scout things out from overhead. I'm sure it won't be necessary but best to be prepared." Realmer nods to Tesa and looks around for Carston. "How were both of your evenings?" he asks of the two present.

  • Michael James Watson

The day goes by fast, a leisurely rate. The shadows shift but the road remains its colorful self.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer studies the phenomenon that is the Jeweled Road at a Psychic level... feeling it flow from one shadow to the next without him doing the shifting. A fascinating experience to be sure.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer does mention that though he has grown used to nice accommodations they are not required and if needed will even camp under the stars... but he has a spell that could take care of accommodations if desired.

  • Michael James Watson

Tesa-"Well, one thing I've learned that will be news at the gaming table... you're aren't a Vampire. No one was sure...Of course Amberite Vampires might be OK with light..."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer chuckles and says, "In the Shadow where I come from there are Magics that will protect a Vampyr from sunlight; if I were a Vampyr I would certainly obtain or create such an artifact." He smiles fiendishly but does not confirm or deny the Vampire debate.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Plus, I hear there are Shadows where a topical cream has been created called 'sunblock' that could prove useful for a Vampyr." He adds offhandedly.

  • Michael James Watson

Carton-"Jeremy Fairhand created Sunlight Stones on Tosa that make one invulnerable to sunlight effects of all kinds. Vampires love them. Of course their creation was a trap. A Vampire King stole their secrets and made tens of thousands of them. Gave them to his army and they attacked the City of Wall. Once they were engaged Jeremy Fairhand dispelled them all. Turned out the complicated combination of material components used had a simple counter combination. Piles of dust with piles of magical item in them for everyone to have. "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"An excellent trap; impressive. Yes, magical protections can have failings, I won't disagree. But any Vampyr worth his or her salt would certainly have more than one way to protect against the weakness that Vampyr's have. Plus, there are more than one kind of Vampire... perhaps not all have an aversion to sunlight."

  • Michael James Watson

Carston-"Well, Jeremy had to become a vampire to figure it out. But he fixed later.

  • Michael James Watson

As the long time floats toward dusk, a flashing light shines on the north. Leaping from shadow off the road come a dozen Jaguars, ridden by fur coated warriors. They leap as if falling down the well of the world. A pair on each of the four of you. Carston is bowled over, drawing his blade and going fully defensive but being hard pressed. Tesa, turns in the saddle and seems to fade into the shadow beneath the horse. The last sight of her is a long black thin blade dragging along the armored belly of one of the jaguars. Its innards falling out explosively with a foul stench. Gangdis drops his mug and grabs one of the riders, throwing him from the back of the beast and replacing him. Driving a dagger into the back of its head and leaping free as it crumbles below him. He lands, draws his long blade, shaking his head unclear at why he is suddenly standing covered in blood

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer most likely is taken by surprise and possibly knocked off his horse, but his Robe's flight ability may keep him from hitting the ground... also the Robe should prevent damage from most attacks. He will focus on the nearest attacker and release a Magic Missile Spell upon him/her... pretty much turning the body into little bits from the explosion of the multiple missiles... if not turning it into goo from the amount of damage.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

The Spell is released from Satura's Ring where it is Racked

  • Michael James Watson

The robe had the barest moment too sense danger since the danger was in the Well of Worlds, falling till the moment it entered the universe around you. You sense a bit of embarrassment from it as you slam beneath the jaguars but the cloak flows you away to deliver your spells. two more fall to the ground and leap, at terminal velocity and at the end of a long fall. one rider from the first leap turn and leap at you. the other two take time to orient, turning ad leaping at the confused Gangdis. You note as you orient that a Carston is hard pressed defending himself but is holding his own. He has his heater shield and sword out. The horses seem to be dancing, not warhorses, but horses of Amber, trained to fight, they seem to be doing well but taking wounds

  • Michael James Watson

From a shadow beneath a horse a blade slips out and crosses the throat of one of the warriors, unaware a foe was there.

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis cleaves one of the jaguars head from its body, a confused look on his face as he sidesteps and grabs a warrior from the back of another jaguar, and throwing him into another rider and beast causing them to tumble. He steps closer to you. "REALMER!!!!"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

{Assault Strike!} Realmer thinks to his familiar and his artifacts. Bob releases a Lightning Bolt Spell that Realmer Racked there; a multi-forked stroke from the heavens striking multiple foes. The Ring releases a Fountain of Fire Spell at those directly in front of Realmer, possibly incinerating those in its range. At the same moment the Ring released it's spell, so did the Robe, a Grease Spell on the ground under those rushing Realmer. The Staff releases a Deep Freeze against those that are ganging up on Carston, slowing them severely if not freezing them in place. Realmer releases a Lightning Bolt Spell as well, again a multi-forked thing but this one shooting from his outstretched hand and striking all foes and jaguars but missing all friends and horses.

  • Michael James Watson

Lighting strikes among a collection of beasts and men singing them well but not slaying any. They look startled as further attacks land on them. Its rare they encounter such magic. The Fountain spell rages among those the lightning scared ones dropping a mixture of man and beast to the ground. The man on the beast last to arrive howls mystic commands.. The chilled ones in front of Carton lose their round and lose a rider and beast to sharp head strikes from behind a unpainted shield. A cloak moving like fabric smoke in the wind moves along the ground from the belly of a horse to slide behind a tree. From the other side flashes of black steal spikes fly true to the eyes of one of the beast, dropping one of the beasts. The group before you is sufficiently wounded to not take the time to further their own attacks.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer focuses on the newcomer howling mystic commands, he unleashes a Magic Drain Spell upon him, basically preventing his magic and spells from working.

  • Michael James Watson

since the effect he sent occurred immediately, and was not casting magic.

  • Michael James Watson

Realmer notes Gangdis fighting a pair of jaguars. Carston drops one man from a beast and cuts a beast mightily.

  • Michael James Watson

Tesa flows under her shadow cloak, seemly a matter of stage magic rather then actual magic, flowing over wounded men and beasts leaving dead ones behind

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Bob was in Albino Raven form initially, but it is now in its True Form of a Beholder, but enlarged to a bit bigger than a human head. From its aerial vantage point determines more help is needed so releases a spell meant to Conjure an Empowered Group of Monsters. They will be Invulnerable, Deadly Damage, Amber level Combat Skills, Tireless Stamina and Amber level Strength... a dozen Bugbear Corpses seemingly spring from the ground and begin attacking the enemies and their jaguars.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

(these are not actually undead, they are just conjured constructs meant to inspire fear and creepiness)

  • Michael James Watson

The bugbears dig into the beast mostly and the riders slay as they can, but the dozen pairs seem rather ravaged and damaged.

  • Michael James Watson

Carston seems most pressed but still holding his own. Gangdis steps clear and grabs a horses bridle and swings up into the seat. Tesa is not to be seen.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer hurls his Staff into the fray of men and beasts in front of Carston; it turns into a Displacer Beast... kind of looks undead. It begins attacking using hit and run/displace techniques

  • Michael James Watson

a piercing bell sounds and a shape falls out of the Well of Worlds and lands in a superhero three point pose.. Rising , a trio of Jaguars around his feet. Visions of hearts torn from chests appear. Grays ,gray feathers, a long obsidian knife in one hand, a staff slithering with snakes in the other.. a headdress that reeks of malice.

  • Michael James Watson

Tesa falls aside her cloak losing its shadow,, she pedals as he steps over to her, the obsidian knife falling.

  • Michael James Watson

a clink of black mithril scrapes along volcanic glass, making a screeching noise like the death of fire spirits..

  • Michael James Watson

Tesa seems to be parrying out of training, trembling in fear long forgotten

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis leaps man and horse, two swords in his hands striking. Aztalios places the staff between him and the mounted Gangdis. His staff of snakes flowing to cover him and horse with writing snakes, biting, sucking, poisoning\

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer focuses on the new threat in a headdress and releases a Strength Drain Spell upon him and hopefully making him weak as a normal Human and the Ring hits him with a Paralysis Spell. Bob will unleash a Magic Missile Spell causing many tiny darts to strike Aztalios and explode upon impact.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

The Staff in Displacer Beast form and the Bugbears continue to help Carston and others in the area

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

The Robe releases a Bodily Defense Spell upon Realmer in anticipation of trouble; protects against all forms of physical and magic attacks, magic spells and effects, bio-hazards, poisons, etc.

  • Michael James Watson

“Amber blood......” Turning to stand facing, stepping clear of Tesa, forgotten. The writhing snakes forgotten though Gandsis pulls and snaps them in two with squeezes tossing the bodies aside. The battle of Elite and Snakes seems even. The headdress shivers from gray feathers to colorfully vivid ones as magic passes over him, harmlessly, he breathes in, colors inhaled like smoke as the feathers return to gray. Tendrils of testing Psyche toy at the edges of your perception. Carston runs and pulls Tesa back, her fragile psyche overwhelmed. His holding on by not much more. “.... and an Amber heart.... for the fire... for my powers.... What shall the Priests of the Unicorn put on your pale stone, pale one? Shall we parlay before battle? Or have they told you no secrets worth telling?”

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer recalls a gift from Xorit, a bag of marbles that turn into Ice Orcs.... the Robe slips the bag out of the left sleeve inner pocket and into Realmer's hand... tie already loosened. Realmer does not draw any marbles but does keep them in mind. Realmer braces his mind as he feels the touch of Aztalios' Psyche testing his own... he prepares for Psychic Battle... "What is there to talk about? You want my blood. You want my heart. You want to make a sacrifice in fire. What could I say that would sway your plans? You have attacked me and mine with deadly intent and I shall return in kind."

  • Michael James Watson

"You and yours ride the Road of Blood. Why would you not be fodder? But, the Jaguar cultists here picked merely an unsuspectingly stout foe. By summoning me their leader may have saved his life but will endure torment for his failure.. I've never met an Amberite. in the flesh... Only our diplomats go to Mandalay where the rebel Amberites wait.. Still, a second time i ask your name. "

  • Michael James Watson

Bob tells you that Carston has an small archery weapon aimed at the back of this thing's head

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"My name is Nobody. No. Baw. Dee." Realmer read the Oddessy and was impressed by some of Odysseus' simple trickery to defeat foes. Plus he does know there can be Power in Names. Bob's sent thought gets a fleeting 'not yet' but Realmer's mind seems very focused on Aztalios and what is about to happen next.

  • Michael James Watson

"NoBawDee? So that makes you an equal to all the others of your blood. Save possibly Brand. You think i work naming magic? No, i am not one of the subtle ones. I am not Mictlantecuhtli, who knows the powers of the way and holds all the heart-fires and knows the names of the living and the dead.. I am Aztalios, Warrior of the Jaguar, and I'll shall ask one more time. Parlay and your name."

  • Michael James Watson

"Show me your Sigil...and ill show you mine"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Now that I have your name I shall share my own; I am Lord Relmopator Barimen of Amber. And to see my sigil I must see your first."

  • Michael James Watson

Snakes flow off Gangdis, though may litter the ground below him and his horse

  • Michael James Watson

He nods. Turning he looks to Carston. He holds a very efficient looking large bore pistol in both hands...

  • Michael James Watson

Aztalios raises and eyebrow, turning back to you. 'not all of Amber depend on the sword i see. And i agree to your terms. Though...Sacrifice must be made yet." The snakes flow up to the staff which he swings to rest on his back, shrinking to cudgel size

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer does not summon his Staff back but leaves it to roam and protect as the Displacer Beast... the Bugbears stands at the ready... Bob floats above paying attention to everyone.

  • Michael James Watson

He turns quickly to the Cult leader. Stepping to him the obsidian knife slips in quickly, a popping sound follows and he steps back , knife dangling on a lanyard, beating heart in his palm. Turning to face you, heart in one hand beating.. He raises his other, the red yellow glow of the Sigil of Azcala appearing.. Your knowledge of the arts show he has a half dozen strong spells hung, though their bindings look old. two spells are active enough to need a small, probably mental Lynchpin.

  • Michael James Watson

"The sign of Azcala. The heart for my Lord Tonacat, Power for me. heart Fire for the God of the Underworld, Mictlantecuhtli"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer raises his right hand, the Sigil of the Pattern appears about his wrist like a band (think Dr. Strange); more than a dozen spells hung, all very powerful, all fresh, all with a hair trigger (lol). "The Sign of the Pattern, the Power of my Grandfather. Power for me and all my Kin."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"The terms of Parlay have been met; speak your piece, Aztalios."

  • Michael James Watson

"Peace? Piece? I was having a chola with pepper a few moments ago, my staff on my back, my snakes asleep, a service to be held in a few hours, and then this one called me. He failed his faith to seek hearts in my name and paid the price. His soul will dance in the dark halls till the Jubilee.. till the Red Sword raises us to bring temples of the heart to Amber. As for parlay, i merely wished to take this time to see what it is we fight. Tell your pistoleer that though he is bold to stand so, and has my respect for it, his weapon will only jar me, not harm me. "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"No need, you just did. And if you are wise, you will depart now and save us all a lot of blood and hassle. For we were just peacefully traveling the Jeweled Road, enjoying the evening and our own company when your men disturbed our pleasant travels. The Souls of all we have killed are MINE to do with as _I_ wish. Let us hope yours is not added to them."

  • Michael James Watson

"Pale.. Pale one.. Such a boast... If you dabble in souls you will find none here. They gave theirs to the Underworld long ago. Pray yours does not join them. " Lowering his sigil, the heart erupts in fire, quickly consumed. He seems to inhale the smoke and puff his chest.. Looking to each of your group he kneels by the leader, his belt slithers up Azt's arm. He pulls a pair of bracers from his wrists and a chain form his neck..

  • Michael James Watson

He slides the obsidian blade in his sheath..

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Damn Looting Bastard, Realmer thinks to himself

  • Michael James Watson

'These others have trinkets. I shan't contest your right to them. Their leaders i keep. His family will undoubted wish to know his failure since they will pay his price as well

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Fair enough." Realmer says without emotion.

  • Michael James Watson

"There are many places Amber and Azcala do not yet war. Perhaps we shall share Chola there one day.. til then, the Well of Worlds awaits. He steps off the road and a circular hole appears. He steps over and into it, falling., the hole closes behind him

  • Michael James Watson

Carston walks to a wounded beast, his pistol erupting, putting its misery at an end. He does the same to another.

  • Michael James Watson

Carston-"The horses we can save, but i didn't think we wanted pet jaguars?"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer pulls the drawstring tight on the bag of Ice Orc marbles and puts them back up his sleeve pocket. Realmer commands the Staff/Displacer Beast to help Carston in killing the wounded. "Correct. But perhaps the meat would be useful. Take what you want from them and divide it amongst yourselves" he says looking over the bodies with his Pattern Vision, his sigil still up, for any magic items for traps/spells on the bodies.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer will also pull out flasks with Healing Potions and jars with Healing Poultices he made himself for his wounded companions. If needed, he may loan Satura's Ring for Regeneration if it is really needed.

  • Michael James Watson

The bracers appear magic, not powerful. Each the men and beasts shared a similar ear piercing.

  • Michael James Watson

Tesa- "Well, what by the fuuken gods of the seas was that guy?"

  • Michael James Watson

Carston-"These are Bracers of ACO. Something like them.. I wear a set myself though mine are of Yorkian magic. We shouldn't wear these till they are purified someplace.. Not much else.. "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"The matching earrings, man and beast are also magic... linked most likely."

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis-"Communication items.. There are a lot of those out toward the center.. They should be purified too though.. Ill pass on all of that. Carston or if you or Tesa, want the coin those bracers might bring, I'll recoup you."

  • Michael James Watson

Tesa-"No thanks.. anything making you folks nervous is above my pay grade"

  • Michael James Watson

Gang-"Well, Sir, i suggest we start a common pyre and get on toward the waymet.. We've lost some times and frazzled some nerves.. And i could use several drinks"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"I'm sure I could purify them, but I'm not sure it's worth the effort. And I will cover any value lost myself. Now if needed. And yes, a pyre is a good idea. Let us make haste, I think we could all use a drink or two, besides these." Realmer hands out potions to each as he knows each took some sort of damage.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

The Bugbears collect the bodies and put them in a pile then disappear at Realmer's command. The Displacer Beast becomes a small Fire Drake and breaths fire onto the pyre of bodies until they are all cooking nicely.

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis. "Very well, then lets take the magic and burn the rest. We can't leave possibly dangerous magic items just laying around for anyone to find."

  • Michael James Watson

Tesa is impressed, not used to being around such displays of magic

  • Michael James Watson

Carston looks over the horse, calming them, Cloaking their eyes,seeing to the healing. with you

  • Michael James Watson

"Lets take them slow for a bit.. till they forget all this fire..."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer pets the Fire Drake which turns back into a Scrimshawed Staff. He moves to the horses and applies healing salves and calms them with simple Compellings if needed

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Bob remains floating/flying above the group in Beholder form so he has more eyes to see what is going on and warn of danger if needed. Realmer will float/fly using the Robe if needed and leave the most injured/damaged horse to walk unencumbered.

The Great Arch of Adagalasck and The Reunion or The Severance

  • Michael James Watson

The next few days pass without incident. The last night passes in a waymet run by what almost appear like Neanderthals. Their cliff dwellings bordering the waymet turnout. Their fare meats and vegetables one takes from the fire. Though they seem to have plenty of barrels of hard potent whiskey that are clearly a trade-good they got. Their communication skills are good, since they do a lot of Road Trade.. but they don't know, or are willing to tell, much about the narrows JR up to the Adagalasck Gate. They say few take the trail and they don't encourage them.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer asks why they don't encourage them, what is wrong with that part of the JR? He will offer coin for information or other goods they may wish, if they have them or he can Conjure them.

  • Michael James Watson

"Armies come. Armies go. Your people. They harm us not. Pay us. We not want to be your foes. We guard the place, we speak at Rue Katal to own this place for them. We don't want your people to put the armies here and make us... go back into the woods.. "

  • Michael James Watson

They clearly like the whiskey. Carston tries it and coughs, while laughing.

  • Michael James Watson

Tesa takes some and couches... "I've had worse at Thin Whip's..Not much worse"

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis doesn't blink an eye and drinks. happily tossing goldwings in their pay barrel

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer asks the Neanderthal "My people? Do you mean those with eyes like mine? Or do you mean those that come from that direction along the Jeweled Road?" He points back towards Amber.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer tries the whiskey as well, so as to not insult anyone. He overpays with goldwings and buys some for the road even if it is horrible.

  • Michael James Watson

he nods, "Your people, up Adagalasck. East to Amber. Random's people. Next Waymet west, Rue Katal Beyond, the Green People of Mandalay.. Up in the hills, the land wives and the smalls. We men run the Waymet"

  • Michael James Watson

The whiskey is Plain Wrap. Nothing special, hard..

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"I bring no armies and do not wish to put you off this land. I only seek knowledge." Realmer thanks the man and pays for his time with a few more goldwings.

  • Michael James Watson

The rest areas are leather covered but open. and the kegs are open all night.

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis and Carston end up sitting by the Neanderthals fires, singing and laughing.. listening to the Neanderthal jokes..

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer will keep the group together but continue to ask around and learn what they can. He will use a Spell for Lodgings that will fit in locally, but be much bigger and more opulent on the inside... if there are not lodgings available.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer will send Bob, shape shifted into a local bird so as to blend in, along the narrow JR in the direction of the blockade for a bit of scouting.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer will also take the time to read the Environment with his Psyche and Pattern if needed; good to know what works and does not and time ratios and such

  • Michael James Watson

Tesa seems unconcerned ad settles int to the common sleeping areas. There seem to be no other guests

  • Michael James Watson

pattern and sorcery both work. though there is a sense of great power up the trail

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer will focus in the direction of the great power and ascertain what he can at this distance

  • Michael James Watson

Its a lesser power then Amber, but it feels that it was made for a very different purpose

  • Michael James Watson

In time the morning comes

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer rises early and gets the group going quickly. Now that he is this close he is less likely to tarry. He will keep Bob on scout out ahead and keep his wits and senses about him as they travel.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Also, Realmer would have reracked and rehung the used spells, or as many as he could manage, before he went to sleep.

  • Michael James Watson

Leading up the narrow divide to the top of the col, it leads to a long path across a highland plain, far above the JR...

  • Michael James Watson

Coming to a Arched gateway. The arch is 100' of diameter above a flat approach. Beyond it is more cold highland, but through the arch is a dark night sky. Near the arch is an army of tents.. Easily a thousand.. and the activity looks very military though not in an Amber way.. Somewhat Scottish, Disorganized.

  • Michael James Watson

But still in a way professional.

  • Michael James Watson

While you are a ways out you are spotted unless you tried to hide at first sight of the arch and camp.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Had not expected an army, but not sure hiding or invisibility will help. Keeps traveling towards the arch as they he belongs there.

  • Michael James Watson

A foursome of horseman ride out. As they come a ways they stop, raise a hailing hand.. One rides forward.

  • Michael James Watson

"Hail.. Ware the camp below andst you have token of passage? "Hail.. Ware the camp below andst thou have a token of passage?” The warrior guard looks well armed in horseman's scale armor, lance, kite shield and sword. Racially her looks human with perhaps a bit of Adask gray in his past. His colors are brown and blue. Behind him 3 serious looking guardsman on fine horses. Their stance is aware, alert, not not particularly worried.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer holds his hand up for this group to halt and he also rides forward a bit to address the rider. "What type of 'token' do you seek? Is it a toll or fee that you are looking for? Or do you seek something specific from the Realm I wish to enter?" Realmer is wearing Satura's Ring openly on the middle finger of his right hand. He also has the Pattern Attuned Adagalasck Stone in his pocket.

  • Michael James Watson

The guard's casual stance stiffens a bit. Not aggressively, just bringing weapons a bit closer to draw, lances to level. “Do you think your outworld gold enough to sway us from our duty? Does you clan see its guard so cheaply that outworld gold can buy it? Or has your time outworld changed you so deeply? “ You note he has not given any regard to your entourage and the guards seem only to consider them as targets at best, though clearly not dangerous ones

  • Michael James Watson

The army seems to be going about its business, in the early morning. a large contingent forms up to the east of the arch, officers moving among them. They seem forming up for drill as half the army forms ranks and heads away from the other. Two of the guards look to the army. One says “Reniks cadre and Xorit's Cadre.. There green on Xorit for three of 5 clashes” The other nods, “Done and sealed. Ale will be on you brother” The spokesman turns briefly, making a chuk noise that brings the guards heads around. From the army a trio gray and green dragon the size of small sailing ships rise and fly off to Xorit's side. A trio of red and black rise from elsewhere and fly to land by Renik's forces. Tesa's breath intakes in surprise.... “Dragons! Really dragons!!” She slaps Gangdis, who is less impressed.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer looks slightly taken aback at their offense. "I was not trying to buy you off or bribe you, I was merely asking a question as to the nature of the token you require for me to enter." Realmer looks slightly annoyed as he glances down at his hands and sees Satura's Ring upon his finger, his eyes narrow slightly. He holds up his right hand, palm towards him so the ring can be easily seen. The ring is in it primary form, the one it was in when he received it, a simple gold band with a brick design. "Perhaps this is more of what you were asking for."

  • Michael James Watson

"No, though it is a nice ring. If you don't have a token then I'll summon a Praetor. You are Adask but have no clan stone? How far your family must have strayed. Are you here for the Reunion or The Severing? "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"A Clan Stone? Perhaps I do have one" Realmer says as he draws out the stone Arlo gave him and shows it to the spokesman. "And yes, I have been away from my mother's kin for a long time. Reunion and Severing of whom?"

  • Michael James Watson

He rides forward, looking, looking up a look of growing anger in his face. “I see.... May I have it for a moment please?” Taking it, he rubs hi hands over it warming it, the look that he knows what he will learn on his face. Pressing it to his lips.. he closes his eyes. Turning to his guard, he shakes the stone at them. They nod and turn, start riding casually over to where spectators for the battle drill are assembling on a low rising slope with good views of the battle. “No token, is it? Your Mother's kin? indeed? Tell your Lady that Clan Shaxta stands firm in its Guard. She need not tempt us with outworld gold, though it is her right to try. Tell her we did not stray. Now, when the arch guard asks if you have a token, feel free to try your gambit again. Clan Kalota guards the Arch gateway today.” Tossing the stone to you, he haws his horse left and gallops off to join his companions.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer looks over his right shoulder to his companions and shrugs his shoulders then turns and looks towards the arch and continues forward, giving his team a hand gesture to follow. He keeps the stone handy but also draws out the bag of ice marbles given to him by Xorit, perhaps that might be a better token to get him through the archway.

  • Michael James Watson

As you come up, a guards man asks for your token. Showing him one of the marbles, he nods. “Your clan has the morning battle. I'm taking bets should you care to place for your clansmen. Trixta is the favorite though. Xorit has won his last two battles. Shaxta's Renik is leading his cadre for the first time this Turning. So the odds are in your clansman's favor im afraid. You won't get better then 3 to 2 from anyone. The battles near 20 minutes yet. Plenty of time to reach the Viewing Hill. If not, pass on. The Arch Guard will see you though the passage.”

  • Michael James Watson

Tesa mumbles.. "And they don't like out-world gold? Figures id find opportunity and not be able to bet.. Well, maybe on the way out...

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"If Xorit himself is fighting then I shall place a bet on him to win. And I shall stay to watch." Realmer turns to look at Tesa and says "I'm sure at least one of my companions would enjoy watching the dragons fight."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"And I'm sure we can find something they would find of value to bet with."

  • Michael James Watson

'No Gem coins? Ah.. Been out out world a long time ah? Well, I I'll not shear an incomer. Reunion of Severing however you side. I'll take a 3 Green on Xorit for credit if you like. Lets discuss it on the way. Looks like no more incomers for a while.

  • Michael James Watson

He turns and rides toward the battle zone

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer follows and gestures for his companions to follow as well. "I have been away from my mother's kin for a very long time and out of communication as well. For whom are the reunion and the severing?"

  • Michael James Watson

“Well, yes, you must have been outworld a long time! Damn man, Trixta and Shaxta. The Book Lord of the West Stair is overseeing it. Hagalta declared Reunion for Shaxta over Trixta. The Book Lord bound them. Xorit refused the Reunion. The Book Lord called for battle to Severance. This battle is the last drill. The battle will be on the War Plain before the West Stair once the Stair Lords can get their schedules right. “

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Your information is appreciated, thank you. Would it be possible for me to send a message to Xorit before the battle drill begins? I would like to speak with him after the drill, if possible."

  • Michael James Watson

"Well, the battle is nigh. Ride hard, Ill see your companions to the field. "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"I am unknown here and do not wish to cause a commotion by racing across the plain; perhaps it can wait until after the drills. And in regards to the Gem Coins... perhaps I can sell you a few bottles of my strongest ale so that I and my companions can have some local currency to bet with." Realmer pulls a bottle out of his robes and uncorks it and allows the man to smell it and sample if he likes.

  • Michael James Watson

"You've passed the last guard till the Arch Guard. As long as you don't rain arrows on the spectators no one will bother delay you. "

  • Michael James Watson

Tesa, "Ah, Liege, if you don't mind, let me negotiate for the local coinage. Its my ...well, yes.. You seek your kinsman"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer smiles and passes a couple of bottles to Tesa "In case you need them." Then he nods to his companions and heads in the direction of Xorit's Cadre. He keeps Bob with him, flying overhead in the form of an Albino Raven. He will ride hard, as advised, having Bob direct his path from overhead to avoid 'traffic jams' and such.

  • Michael James Watson

As you ride you mix in with the crowd, on foot and on horse, as the jostle for room. You note the place the Trixta forces are forming. Watching you see Xorit, talking to commanders as they move to and fro among the troops. He seems to be laughing at something as the commanders move away.. There are clearly referees on the sides of the huge battle plain. The forces look evenly matched, nearly a thousand a side. Support troops, waterbearers, healers, wait at the back for the mock battle. You note, despite your warfare stat, that they are clearly using blunt weapons and training swords. Xorit waits at the back, watching

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer dismounts and approaches Xorit openly but slowly, cautiously. He has Bob fly down and land on his right shoulder, he carries his Scrimshawed Staff in his left hand using it as a walking staff. He makes sure Xorit sees him and acknowledges him before approaching.

  • Michael James Watson

Xorit smiles, "It can only be the strangest of coincidences or the finest of preparations that brings you here at this time. I can't have you battle with me this day but i would consider it a a pleasure if you would take a seat in the clan box. Somewhere where Hagalta can see it. It may do nothing but it may also distract him substantially. Of course if you come to tell me you have made cause with the Reunion, then go yee yon to the Shaxta box and we will see how the battle proceeds on the War Plain"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"If my mother is still being held against her will by Hagalta then I will most certainly not be siding with him." Realmer smiles a friendly smile to Xorit and continues, "I would be honored to sit in your Clan Box, right up front if you can arrange it" Realmer chuckles. "And though I have heard the news of the Reunion and the Severing, and who is involved, I am unfamiliar with what they are and their significance. And I did hear that you are against the Reunion so something tells me I will be opposed to it as well."

  • Michael James Watson

“I would imagine.. Then yes.. Take this. 'Handing you a stone of clear green on a leather thong. “Wear it, they'll let you into the box. Shaxta and trixta came from a common clan long ago. He's gained enough support to declare himself a Stair Lord.. he controls a Stair. A region, and suitable forces. By declaring himself suitable married, holder of a Stair, as well as already being Master of the South Wind and Master of Stone, he demands Trixta be united to him. If he is victorious, which damn him he may, the Reunion will be complete, he will claim the title Stair Lord, and many of us will find ourselves at knife point. Or worse.. Side with me, battle on the War Plain, and My clan will do all it can to rend his marriage from him.” He nods to a referee and starts to move forward.. Turning, “You come from Amber... Do you have warriors somewhere in shadow?”

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer takes the proffered 'necklace' and dons it proudly. "After the drill we can discuss matters in detail. I do have some powerful allies that have said they would assist me if needed... and I may be able to round up some troops from Shadow, but nothing I have currently prepared. I could also conjure up some specialized troops as well."

  • Michael James Watson

"no magic is slowed on the war fields. but we shall speak anon"

  • Michael James Watson

Taking a seat in the box the others look you over with surprise, the thonged token inciting no question. A few near you greet you and introduce themselves but their attention is clearly on the battle.. Your attire is distinctly unlike the others in this realm and that alone gets him attention.

  • Michael James Watson

The battle is called and begins.. The fighting is fierce. you note much of it is honor based, a strike of a certain power counts.. The battle swirls.

  • Michael James Watson

You see Hagalta riding hard, ordering troops, taking a few swings but standing in the stirrups to issue orders.

  • Michael James Watson

Beside you, out of the box you hear Gangdis, "Realmer.. He stands to battle well, that leader. You know him?"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Without taking his eyes off the battle Realmer responds, "Yes, his name is Hagalta; and we do not want him to do well. He is the one that holds my mother." Realmer says the last as a quiet hiss.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer tells Bob to Shape Shift into his Beholder form and float several feet over his head... so he can have a better vantage of the battle.

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis.. "I see.. " A box-usher opens the gate. "If this is your man, Lord he can enter."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer looks to Gangdis and gives him a head nod to join him. "I would appreciate your tactical advice on the battle, both sides, please."

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis steps in, watching with more interest then you've seen in him. As a bottle is passed from viewer to viewer you note him take one and pass it on untouched. "They mix their cavalry close.. It presses the infantry forward.. If they train for that in mock battles he must have a problem with maintaining morale in live battle. Xorit's forces don't do that..."

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis, “He leads well. Watches the battle, knows where his sub-commanders are, where the foe commanders are.. They have battle signs. If this battle lasts much longer I'll have them” The battle sways left and right and Hagalta is in the mix. Xorit comes by the box and is cheered as the battle swirls away. As the battle swirls back, Hagalta presses back an attack near the box edge. He snaps his head to you. Ordering a sub-commander to lead the battle inward, he brings the horse to the front of the box before you. “You defy your father before his troops and among these Trixta who defy the Binding? At this place of all things? Leave the field now. Meet me at my camp after the battle. Your mother will be there. If you defy me in this, I shall keep her from you till the other three Windlords demand I relent. Since I am one of the Windlords that may be the length of your life”

  • Michael James Watson

a spectator beside you, a clearly military Adask beside you presses his hand on your shoulder after Gangdis's comment on morale. "Young Lord! Your military adviser has a fine eye. Many an Adask warlord would never note that Hagalta's forces do not fight for him for love. They fight from fear. Hagalta is not kind to commanders who fail him.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer stands, as though he is preparing to leave the box, but instead rises up into the air just enough to bring them eye to eye on the level. "You are not my father, regardless of your marriage to my mother. Nor are you my commander or king; I owe no fealty or obligation to you. And I will gladly join you in your camp after the battle, but only after I have viewed it to its conclusion. I know you hold my mother and threaten to hold her forever to leverage me, but I feel you intend to hold her forever regardless." Realmer floats back down into his seat and he returns his attention to the battle, seeing if Hagalta's absence has had an effect on matters.

  • Michael James Watson

He scowls, looks to the man on your left, “And you.. When the Reunion is confirmed, your head will decorate a pike. You are beyond the Arch now. Take the road out-world and ill leave your family among the living.” He pulls the horse hard toward the battle and runs toward it. The man laughs... “So young Lord. He lacks many things but not arrogance. On a side matter, if your adviser ha truly gotten the Shaxta battle sign from such a short battle, I'll give him, or you, 100 Blue Stone to have it taught to me. Its long been a secret. I've seen him battle a thousand times, and stood in battle against him a dozen times in drill and red war, and never caught them”

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer glances to the man on his left, to get a facial reference for later, then returns his attention to the battle. "After the battle we can discuss the matter, but as you certainly heard, I have a prior engagement... two actually. But once those meetings are completed, I shall send word or seek you out."

  • Michael James Watson

he nods. "I heard. If you want an honor guard to the Shaxta camp I'm sure i can probably only get two, or three.. hundred people willing to come along. " He extends his hand "Zarxit, Clan Trixta War Holder. My brother is Xorit. You are the first person I've seen wear that necklace that i didn't already know."

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis "Got it.. "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer smiles widely and claps Gangdis on the shoulder. "Well done, thank you." Then Realmer turns to his other side and says, "Well met. I am Lord Relmopator Barimen, son of Satura. Xorit and I have only met once, many years ago, but it seems we share similar viewpoints on some things."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"And I may take you up on the Honor Guard to help bolster the team I have with me... couldn't hurt."

  • Michael James Watson

"son of....you're the Amberite son he brags about... and in Trixta's box defying him? If only the Book Lord's terms precluded slaying him anywhere other then the sanctified War Plain. Yes, feel free to call on that honor guard.. I doubt he will harm you but he will have an army at his back regardless, in his own camp. Such an honor guard will probably not need to worry about battle, but pageantry. " Looking to the battle.. "It seems even still."

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis-"Its even, for a few more minutes. Then we'll see. Shaxta has the Foot and the center. Xorit the Horse and the far right, The odds for a Shaxta victory just became very long one. I wouldn't bet a basket of goldwings against a bushel of taters for a Shaxta victory". The War holder looks at Gangdis with interest, then back to the battle.. watching, he nods... "Yes... long odds indeed."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer takes his eyes off the battle to look at Zarxit when he says, "Step son. As far as my memory serves me, Hagalta is not my father." He returns his gaze to the battle. "I will have to learn more about the Adask culture and ways, the knowledge will be invaluable. And you should trust my Advisor's assessment for I am not the only member of the Royal Family that trusts his tactical advise." Edited

  • Michael James Watson

The battle continues, and the closer to the end the battle clearly anchors on the right and the Horse press the foot who fight to the end, having no place to go braced from behind from the horse. Gangdis-”Mock fights.. They are taking less sturdy strikes then they did at the beginning of the battle. Get out while the getting is good I guess” Zar nods-”Won't save them. A defeat at this stage is a major embarrassment. Its that last battle chance to sway neutrals before the big fight. Just the Presentation of Champions the week before the battle left to get them to chose sides.. There will be floggings when you go visit Hagalta”

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"And I am sure he will make sure I see them. I may not know Hagalta well, but I him well enough to know what he is capable of and why. I will definitely take you up on the Honor Guard, Zarxit. And Gangdis, when his fight is over, make sure to bring the others, I want everyone in attendance for this meeting in Hagalta's Camp. I am hoping for a few words with Xorit before the meeting as well..." he let's it trail off as he watches the end of the battle and the reactions of Hagalta at his loss.

  • Michael James Watson

Zar leans over to his other side, whisperers to a young man, clearly a follower of some kind. Two of them leave immediately.

  • Michael James Watson

Zarxit-"I've sent word to Xorit. If you are inclined you should seek him out now. We were not expected to win this round so i imagine he will be in a good mood. Ill see to a few select colorful guests in the honor guard. it should be entertaining. at the very least."

  • Michael James Watson

As the crowd thins and exits,, Carston and Tesa are a ways out of the press with the horses. Carston on foot, Tesa mounted.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer let's Gangdis gather up Carston and Tesa while he makes haste, floating quickly through the crowds to meet up with Xorit. Bob, as a Beholder, floating above and behind him.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

When Realmer reaches Xorit, he quickly informs him of the conversation he and Hagalta had during the battle, his talk with Zarxit and his plan to take a Honor Guard to the meeting in Hagalta's Camp.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

He also tells Xorit that Gangdis broke Shaxta's Battle Signals, with a big grin

  • Michael James Watson

Xorit listens till he hears it all. Though his commanders crowd around celebrating. You note after a few moments that while you sent Gangdis to get with Carston, but he seems to have taken that as a suggestion rather then an order.

  • Michael James Watson

when you tell Xorit about the battle sign he raises a hand for silence and steps away, bring you and having hi body guards keep the other celebrants away

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer sends Bob to bring Carston and Tesa to him, via Teleportation/Trump Power if needed. And while about it see if Gangdis can be located.

  • Michael James Watson

Xorit takes you back to a campaign tent, clearly in the well defended part of their camp. Celebrants congratulate;at him along the way and he is smiles and clasps arms often. you sense he is trying to get to his tent but can't pass up some of his clan no matter how important the matter is. He introduces you as Realmer but nothing else and deflects any attempt to inquire of you further. this often include taking mugs and sharing them..in order to move along.

  • Michael James Watson

Despite guards and crowds you notice Gangdis keeping within a dozen yards at all times.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

When they arrived at the campaign tent, Realmer will make eye contact with Gangdis and will make a head gesture for him to come inside the tent as well. He will also make mental contact with Bob to check on his progress of bringing the others to him.

  • Michael James Watson

when you reach the tent Gangdis is less then 10 feet from the door, having moved well ahead of the two of you

  • Michael James Watson

bob says Carston and Tesa and the horses are on the periphery of the camp. The guard that sent you along to the box is with them, clearly drunk.

  • Michael James Watson

Xorit enters the tent, noticing the business with Gangdis waves him past the guards as well.

  • Michael James Watson

Xorit-"Well that was a lot of information to get in one burst.. Lets retrace it a bit. Hagalta demanded you attend him or else.. He threatened Zaro and his family. And your man here broke the Shaxta battle signs during one battle drill on his first time seeing Adask fight? Now Zar wants to lead a parade to Hagalta's tent. That about right?"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer grins like an evil little child left alone. "Yes, that sums it up nicely. And I can understand your doubt about Sir Gangdis' abilities, but even Amber's Marshall of the Army, among others, trusts his abilities."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"I wanted to let you know what had transpired and what is about to. And also see if perhaps you would like to get in on the fun or if you have any advice before I go to this meeting with Hagalta."

  • Michael James Watson

xor-"My advice is to go to the arch and enter the realm before he know you have done so. He undoubtedly lied about Satura being here. If she was he would have been brandishing her like a banner. She is a big part of rationale for the Reunion. That her subservience is somehow the support of Amber. That Amber, because of him, will come to defend Ada.... against the Azcalan Wargod and his army that now hold a stair in Genia. If she was here, she would have been in his clan box watching. "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Agreed. Hagalta seems the type to show off his trophies at every opportunity; since there was no sign of Satura, she is not here. Then to the Arch we must go. Thank you for your advice, Xorit; you may have saved me a grave mistake. Any other advice? And where or how can I reach you once on the other side?"

  • Michael James Watson

"Once you are in the land.. Those stones.. Call one up and have it contact me. That will do. Two things.. If you don't mind, id like to have Zar lead that Honor guard to Hagalta to inform him that you won't be able to meet him. It should take a couple hours if i do it right and he will let it come. Its the pageantry of it.. It will annoy him immensely. Second... Your man seems a bit ragged. He somehow broke the Shaxta battle signs?"

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis smiles. “Son, I've been a warrior since Oberon had the great idea to marry a priestess. And I was an Amber Elite when I slapped the fire Queen of Amber. I had a good angle and no one was trying to kill me while I watched. Here. Look these over:“ He makes a series of hand movements. “Horse to the Left. Cohort One to the middle. Cohort Two to the left. Command Horse B wall the infantry from retreat. Command Horse C hit Foeman command Unit. Infantry A Charge. Infantry B shift left. Horse B advance in column. I have no idea what you call those things but thse are the hand signs and that's what happened. I've another hundred signs at least and give me a day or so and ill work out the grammar. “ Xor has him go through them again.. Shakes his head. “I've seen all those moves..Yes.. Call me once you can Realmer. We have much to discuss. “

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"I certainly will contact you, soon. And hopefully before the actual battle; I know it would be very useful to both of our causes for Hagalta to lose. And by all means, send Zarxit and his honor guard; I would love to annoy Hagalta and buy me and mine more time" he finishes with a smile. As he is about to turn away he says "Would you mind taking a look at this?" And pulls out the stone Arlo gave him, the Stone he Walked the Pattern with.

  • Michael James Watson

He extends his hand and holds it..

  • Michael James Watson

Xorit, though its hard to tell with his wrinkled gray skin, pales.

  • Michael James Watson

"I am rarely surprised and less often surprised. This is not a thing you should wave about. Has anyone here seen this? "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"One guard when I first arrived and now you and your men here. The guard seemed to think I was trying to pass off a fake token."

  • Michael James Watson

"It would be a foolish fake to try. Any one having the authority to ask for a passage token would recognize it immediately. This is a Stair Key. More then that, its a Stair Key to the Varci Stair, the home of Lady of Water. Mistress of the cold wind of the north. It gives you passage into the realm at the Arch, and transport to the base of the Stair. Then entrance to the Stair and then it would set a course to the Lady of Water herself, no matter what defenses she set.. Whoever....I have no idea how this ever left the realm or how you come to have it. "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"A gift from a member of the other side of my family. If I may ask, does this Lady of Water go by any other name?"

  • Michael James Watson

"Well she has thousands of names depending on which religions group you speak to about here. But two things. She is one of the four Winds, The others being Hagalta, Horse Lord Trualta of the West Wind, and Archmage Emiliesa of the East Wind. For your the names that you should care about are Nina and Emilie, daughters of Oberon"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"As I suspected. Cousins of mine. Well, it seems I am here for Family Business, both sides."

  • Michael James Watson

"Someone other then us know you have this. You need to get beyond the arch immediately. If Hagalta got his hands on that it would lead him through her defenses.. She could be slain and one of his companions take the Wind and her Stair. you may not even be able to get to the Arch now.. "

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis-"Its a marker for an Amberite? Am I right, Realmer?"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Correct, Gangdis."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Xorit, send the honor guard now, give Hagalta something to focus on for the moment. I can have my familiar teleport us to it, then all of us to the Arch. We should be able to pass through if we are quick."

  • Michael James Watson

Xorit nods at a soldier leaves in a hurry

  • Michael James Watson

Gangdis whispers -"Arloxedra gave that to you? Can the stone contact her? Activate her trump?"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer reaches over and politely takes the stone back from Xorit and nods to Gangdis. "Yes. And possible. Perhaps I should try it." Realmer whispers back.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer begins by simply focusing on the Stone with his Psyche. If no results he will pull her Trump card from his sleeve, the one given by Julian and touch Stone to Trump then check the Trump for coolness.

  • Michael James Watson

the stone is clearly psyche reactive. But it does not do anything particular from the probing. Touching the stone to the trump you feel an immediate presence. A trump contact but an odd feeling one

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Odd, how? What does it feel like? Does it feel like an assault? Does it feel like there is more than one mind or psyche present?

  • Michael James Watson

no. it feels soft.. and though there is no source your olfactory senses smell jasmine and mint, gin and ice

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer holds up a hand to Gangdis, giving him the 'just a minute' gesture, so he won't be interrupted. He then says mentally, "My name is Relmopator; grandson of Dworkin, son of Satura." He braces for a Psychic Assault or attack of some kind.

  • Michael James Watson

"Julian? Where are you? ah... You....Realmer...Dworkin? I see... How did you get Julian's card for me? "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"He gave it to me in the hope I would contact you when I arrived in Adagalasck. He sends his regards and wanted me to tell you that Caine and he are well, survived Patternfall, and to bid you come to Amber. Oberon is gone and Random is a different kind of king. He might be amendable. Nearly his exact words. I am not in Adagalasck yet, just outside the Arch."

  • Michael James Watson

'Pull me across to you"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"As you request" Realmer says and extends a hand and pulls her though when he feels her take his hand.

  • Michael James Watson

A dainty hand touches you and steps forward. Short, just over 5'. braided purple hair and deep blue skin in a gossamer gown.


  • Michael James Watson

Xorit stands, the others in the room stand, at attention in profound shock

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer bows respectfully while her hand is still in his and kisses it gently then releases her hand and stands.

  • Michael James Watson

She steps forward, invading your personal space.. "Julian is well? We know Patternfall was won by amber.. of course.. but we little travel beyond our world.. This is the first time I've been beyond the arch... You... you have my stone? I gave that to Oberon should he wish to contact me.. though he never did... "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer smoothly floats to the side as she encroaches into his personal space bubble, giving her room to move about. "Yes, Lady Nina, Julian is well; I spoke with him just a few days ago in Amber; he and Gangdis here" he indicates Gan with a fluid hand gesture "joined me for drinks and conversation. That is when he bid me contact you and send his regards. And yes, I have your stone. I came to me by way of another of the Amber Royal Family; Arloxedra, son of Eric. Though Oberon never visited, I would like to; I wish to learn more about my Family, both sides. My Adask heritage is new knowledge to me."

  • Michael James Watson

she looks, fey, ethereally, at Gangdis.. "Gany? Oh.. Gany?!? Is it really you?" She steps over and embraces him and he lifts her by the waist as she deeply kisses him. Xorit and the other inhale deeply in shock.. several dropping to their knees.. a few more moments later.

  • Michael James Watson

Gan-"Ahk little one, You'll make Julian challenge me to a duel and you know i would hate to embarrass him in front of you after all this time"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer simply arches an eyebrow and watches the joyous reunion.

  • Michael James Watson

she steps over and places a hand on your arm.. "Its a pleasure to be among the living again.. Oh look! You have Adask fellows with you.. Are they your warriors, young Adask lord? An Amberite Adask should have Adask entourage.. I do so enjoy mine.. oh wait.. you ... You are Odaraxta Adask.. Trixta ....oh.... oh yes.. That makes you Xorit of the Trixta. oh... yes.. The Book Lords mess. focus.. focus.. focus.. Hagalta is here as well. And his wife is within.. and this is entirely his doing isn't it? His claim for Reunion? Though."

  • Michael James Watson

she look about, seeming to firm up, as if awareness returns after a long sleep.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer smiles at her touch and her initial excitement, but worries as she focuses on the particulars. He is unsure if he should respond first or wait of Xorit...

  • Michael James Watson

Xorit is wide eyed and stunned to be named by one of his goddesses

  • Michael James Watson

Nina-"Yes.. Yes.. Let us return.. Lord Xorit.. You have beaten Hagalta in the bouts i see, 5 of 8. Hagalta challenges two of the victories and the book lord reads on.. Xorit, you may bring 10 with you. Young Realmer, you have an entourage that is actually yours i assume? Summon them immediately. Gan turns and runs out to get Carston and Tesa. We must be within the Arch before Hagalta knows i am beyond it. My portal is ready to the space beyond, in the realm.. Trixta---I give you my blessings to hold the Gate against all till one of the I say otherwise. If Hagalta wishes to pass let him try. I shall lock him out. "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer was not fast enough to stop Gangdis, though he did reach to grab him, so he sends a thought to Bob to quickly lead Carston and Tesa towards Gangdis and the Campaign Tent they are in. "They will be here post haste, Lady Nina. Thank you for your interest and your hospitality."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer sends a second thought to Bob to Teleport the lot of them to the tent once they are all together... if he can manage it.

  • Michael James Watson

"Hospitality? It may seem such. But its been long since i stood to battle. But then my husband sends you our personal trump.. I shall trust him in his choices. "

  • Michael James Watson

Carston and Tesa appear with Bob. Carston says something about the horses but one of the Xorit says they will tend them till they can be brought safely beyond. Tesa is wide eyed but traveling light, she left nothing on her horse'

  • Michael James Watson

Nina turns and opens a gate.. Xorit nods and his obvious intimates come to him. 10 in all. fumbling to grab gear and weapons.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer is always packed, his team as ready as it can be, he leads them through...

  • Michael James Watson

she wave to the gate. Xorit, clearly unhinged by the turn of events, but seeing a chance to achieve the Severance waits on your passage

  • Michael James Watson

Xorit follows you through.. his people with him.

  • Michael James Watson

Beyond the gate it is dark night. sunlight on the other side

  • Michael James Watson

in the distance Hagalta is mounted and charging quickly to the gateway. Nina waves and a white sheen appears at the boundary, fading clear.. Hagalta stops on the other side. Yelling.. slamming the boundary.. Staring at you in anger.. He slowly points a finger at you, eyes wide

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer simply makes eye contact with Hagalta through the barrier, no expression on his face nor gesture made in his direction.

  • Michael James Watson

Leaping to the ground after bashing it from horseback, he pounds on the barrier again and again. Stepping back he locks eyes with you. Reaching behind him, under the cloak the draws out a long wide blade.. He raises it in the air and shouts something.. Stopping, lowering the blade. He shows you the archer butt symbol on its pommel. Farslayer. He steps back. Sheathing the blade.. Leaping to the horseback he rides of toward his camp, away from view.

Adagalasck, the Adask and Ninaaratres; Mistress of the Cold North Wind

  • Michael James Watson

There is something in the air. Some worlds have clouds, just like those. Some have a heavy heat, as this one does. It seems as if it is always night, even under the brightest sun. It has a touch of static that arcs every few moments. There is a sense of old blood. There is a feel of old feuds. The entourage of the Arch mage moved along quickly, the wind propelling them, faster then those walking or riding that they passed. Coming out the hilly region of Varci, next to the Great lake of Ciambia. Members of the entourage said the great lake was the largest lake in the world, though there were bigger ones in the Stair Vales. Crossing the great fruitful plains of Orvania stretching as far as the eye could see in all directions. Wild grains inter-spaced with vast communal farms, tending cultivated grains. The farms steads were eager to serve the entourage, each trying to out -generous the last. Gardens rich with produce were the area of work for the children in these great hamlets in farm form. Along the way the Archmage Ninaaratres, whose sudden appearance shocked the natives, performed blessings, weddings, casting of the corn, and even a funeral. Her presence was always welcome, though the awe of the populace was often palpable. She had requested Realmer and Xorit attend her during these occasions but otherwise was quiet and aloof, secluded by her acolytes as they traveled. Crossing the plains a sense of the rise of the landscape told of a gentle rise in the landscape of the course of days. Eventually a row of rocks loomed ahead. As the land flattened out the wall of rocks was mighty, 100' feet at least, with a single passage.

  • Michael James Watson

The Archmage comes beside Realmer, having traveled and kept her distance till now to a large part. “The Rocks of the Orvania. The Clan of the Wild Grasses spent thousands of years clearing the rocky ground we just spent 7 days passing through and the land we will pass through for the next 7. Once it was an impassable rocky ground. But they plowed every inch of the land and removed all the rocks, bringing them to this high point of the long vast plain. Its been lived on in one or another for 15000 years. Tomorrow we will pass the Rocks and go down into the horse plains of the Wild Grass Clan. We will come to the city of Nia, where the Stair of the Orvania, ruled by the Horse Lord Trualta of the Wild Grasses, Master of the West Wind and Lord of the Air. He is a quiet man, but powerful. He may not be there or he may be upon the stair. He may know that I have trapped Hagalta, Master of the South Wind and Master of Stone, beyond the arch. He may not. We pay little attention to what occurs out-world. I recommend you answer him in as brief a fashion as possible should we engage him. Otherwise I intend to travel across the sea quickly. Once we reach the sea, out of the sight of land, my Wind will come to me. Then we can bypass this slow travel and take wing to Blomsia, and my stair. Once there I'll summon my sister and then we three will hold conference. Agreed?”

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer takes an immediate liking to this place; it reminds him of his years as a Vampyr, always in the dark of night or in dark places delving. He didn't mind the crackling in the air at all; he rather liked the feeling of power and ancientness that this place emanates. When he is required to attend Nina as she performs her 'godly duties' for her 'worshipers', he feels odd performing 'Cleric duties' at her side. When Nina draws close and speaks with Realmer, he listens intently and savors the history of this land. "Agreed. Brief and respectful."

  • Michael James Watson

As Realmer considers the "worshipers" and the "clerical" duties it occurs to him that they don't seem to revere her in the way one might revere a goddess or holy figure. They seem to treat her as a favorite great aunt. Like the beloved sister of all their grandfathers stretching back into the ages. Like Belgarath and Polgara, like Gandalf. And its noted that these people are not the people of her Stair or Wind. These are the people of the Horse lord and the Wild Grasses Clan. She lets a humble farmer with his large family and farm workers escort her to the seat of honor, the seat at the head of the table, with all honor, then at the last second she demures, sitting at the right hand chair and helping the humble farmer own to his regular seat. a gesture of respect that will be remembered on this farm as long as stories are told of the day the Arch Mage of the North Wind shared their table. Sometimes she even pours their mugs of beer as if she was one of the family. From farm to farm its often the same.

  • Michael James Watson

They do not speak ill of the Horse Lord Trualta, but they also do not speak glowingly about him. His herds and people pass by, take food and livestock, but never enough to starve the people. He is often available for those clerical duties and has a reputation for suddenly appearing if a farmstead has health issues with their livestock. He's stay for a month or so and afterwards the livestock lines will be healthier for many generations. He is also known to cause storms to not devastate farmed lands urging the storms out over the wild grain regions instead.

  • Michael James Watson

He does wield High and Low justice and while he allows his horseman some abuses he is harsh on raiders. And he is on good terms, so they say, with the Adask Master of the South Wind and Master of Stone, Hagalta.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

As Realmer sees more of how Ninaaratres, the Arch Mage of the North Wind, interacts with the people of the land and how they revere her, he feels less odd and less 'clerical' about his 'role' in those gatherings. With Nina's permission, he will help anyone that needs it, using his magic, potions or poultices as needed. Since arriving in this Shadow, Bob has been in the form of an Albino Raven, usually perched upon Realmer's left shoulder, if not flying overhead or nearby. Realmer listens carefully to the people's opinion on Trualta and is displeased to hear he allows his followers to abuse the people of the land, no matter how minor. And that he may be on good terms with Hagalta does not bother him much; 'on good terms' does not always mean 'thick as thieves'. He will reserve his judgment until after he has met and gotten to know Trualta, should that happen. Realmer converses with his team as well as Xorit and his team as time and circumstances allow. He will also converse with Nina when it seems she wants to.

  • Michael James Watson

A lot of the farms have minor issues they would never bring to Nina that they will for you; small livestock issues. Tesa seems to be quiet during the traveling, out of her city element. Carston seems more comfortable. He often visits the blacksmiths and seems to know that trade. He and Gangdis seem to always fond what ever weapons re around and enjoy sharpening them and repairing them in ways even the blacksmiths are impressed by. Gangdis, as an Elite, of course learned Metalworking at nasty Place and used it for centuries in the military.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer helps with the livestock and other issues as best he can. He is not an animal husband, but he does know his natural ways of healing and his potions and poultices are quite efficacious if he does say so himself. He is pleased that Gangdis and Carston are pitching in where they can and understands Tesa's 'out of element' quietness. Realmer will also entertain any children that approach him with some Cantrips and minor illusions... nothing scary, something fun to make them laugh.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

He will use his Magics to repair, rebuild or strengthen structures, to rid homes or farmland of pests (insect, mammal, avian or reptile), he will dig wells or clear land... all with the aid of Magic, High or Low order as the job requires.

  • Michael James Watson

Crossing the rock wall the land slopes down toward a distant sea. A Dark blue water. The wild grasses are vast but on either side of the rock wall are farms that almost make villages. But the thing that is most shocking is the Stair of Orvania, near the sea. Its a massive structure, thin, of stone and vines, stretching up into the sky several miles. Its wide. As you approach you note the stairs have balconies of different styles. Every 30 or 40 feet from the top to the bottom. As you look it over Nina comes up beside you. “The Stair of Orvania. 1500 Walkways into shadows. Each a vast and different land. Peoples, technologies, magics, all different. Color Magic. Ice magic. Odd foods. Odd peoples.. Different time ratios. The Wild grass clan has been exploring them for thousands of years. They have war forces in them. The Odaraxta have one Stair larger then it. Their war forces are great. Emilie has two such towers. I have three. There are a few others. There are some small stairs and a lot of tiny ones. When the wars start its hard to stop them. Once Hagalta enters the land again, he will almost certainly raise the red banner. Once he does, you'll have to find a way into the Stair of Henexiumia. Satura will almost certainly be there.”

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer stares in amazement at the sheer size of the Stair of Orvania. He is even more amazed/impressed by the fact that there are Shadow Paths leading to and away from it. Knowing there are many Stairs, great and small, throughout this Shadow, all with Shadow Paths leading to a multitude of Shadows is quite intriguing to Realmer. He nods his head in interest as Nina speaks. "As I have experienced myself, wars can take on a life of their own and drag on for many years or even decades longer than anyone expected or wanted. And I am sure you are correct about Hagalta, he is quite hot-headed and seems to have a real grudge against me... especially since I 'openly defied him' by sitting in Xorit's Clan Box in support of Trixta during the final battle drill. I am surprised he showed restraint in the use of Farslayer against me... but perhaps he fears the Amberite Blood Curse and thought better of it." Realmer goes quiet for a moment then asks, "Where is the Stair of Henexiumia? Why do you think she is being held there? And where within would you guess Satura to be held?"

  • Michael James Watson

"Its been ages since i was in the Hexex Stair. It has certainly changed. It is far to the west. on the last land of the West Wind. The Odaraxta lands are not as peaceful as the Wild Grass or my own lands. They are often the brunt of the Odaraxta passions and battle lust. As for why I know she is there.. his first wife, Uxtrasa, and his son and daughter, Xorax, and Drixtra are there. Knowing Uxtrasa, I'm sure she keeps Satura on a short leash. Probably an actually leash and a ball gag if i know here. She is a cruel woman even among the Odaraxta. That Xorit i fighting the Reunion is going to add bile to the war. Once we are under the north wind we will need to make plans. "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"Agreed; we must make plans. We will need much information" he looks to Gangdis and the rest of his team, "Knowledge is Power and we will need as much of both as possible to accomplish this endeavor. May our travels to the Land of the North Wind be swift and uninterrupted."

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer tries not to think on the images that came into his head when Nina described Uxtrasa and her cruelty towards his mother.

  • Michael James Watson

Traveling down to the Stair it dominates the sky more every mile. As her entourage approaches the city surrounding the base a force of horse exit the it. A thousand horse spread across the path and ride at a leisurely speed but seem to traveling using the Wind to move them as Nina has been.

  • Michael James Watson

At their head is a fine horseman, well dressed and armed


  • Michael James Watson

Nina nods, "Trualta. The Master of the East Wind and Lord of the Air. "


  • Michael James Watson

Nina strides out from the group, remaining mounted. She turns, motioning for Realmer to follow her. Riding out a hundred yards from the small group. The other force stop a mile off and Trualta and a pair of horseman ride out

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer follows, Bob as an Albino Raven on his left shoulder.

  • Michael James Watson

He raises a hand, "Hail and fair winds. Mistress of the North Wind. Welcome to the land of my Stair. Does thou come to take my land and people from me?"

  • Michael James Watson

Nina laughs, "Well, do your people tire of the grasslands and wish to seek the cold north."

  • Michael James Watson

Trualta ""Well, then that's it. I'll retire to the Green Fey. Make sure t water the horses."

  • Michael James Watson

Looking to Realmer-"I would have assumed i would have heard if you had born fruit. Yet you have a kin beside you. "

  • Michael James Watson

Nina-"Its complicated. Do you wish to speak about it here or someplace more comfortable?"

  • Michael James Watson

Trualta-"You know the way. " He turns to his men and speaks briefly to them. They ride off and the force rides west. Trualta turns rides a few steps and fades away.

  • Michael James Watson

Nina-"I shall leave it to you to explain your heritage. Call me a cousin if you wish. However, my relation to Amber is of little importance. Few have come from Amber in the ages of men. Nor is my marriage a topic of public knowledge. "

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"I will take your advice and keep it brief and I will not lie" he replies. "But I feel a bit uncomfortable mentioning my mother's name."

  • Michael James Watson

Nina-"that is understandable. Though he might know of her. And since this war is mostly about her he will know eventually.".

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"I will not offer up the information, but will answer honestly if asked" he says with a sigh.

  • Michael James Watson

Riding into the city her presence is a shock. Shop keepers, good wives, everyone stands aside and watches her go by. They don't applaud just watch her go by. There is a a sense of them not wanting to insult their lord by speaking to her. Nina travels quietly. Turning down a small ally she dismounts and enters a small door. She waves for you to wait. Moments later she emerges. Getting on her horse she continues. In time the group enters a massive plaza at the base of the stair. There is considerable up and down traffic and a large body of mounted guards.

  • Michael James Watson

Riding up the senior guard comes out bows deeply. “Mistress of the North, the Stair Lord awaits in the Tower of the Wind” Nina nods, “I was told.” Guard-”The first Path is our stables. Shall we tend your horses while you are within? Nina nods.. “Yes. Sir Carston, will you attend the Horses and our gear while the Horsemen tend our weary beasts? Lady Tesa, why don't you stroll around and see about the town a bit.” Walking up the stairs, with Realmer and Gangdis, and Xorit to the third path.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer nods to Carston and Tesa then proceeds up the stair with Nina, Gangdis and Xorit, remaining silent the entire time.

  • Michael James Watson

The path opens to a warm brightly lit land. A massive castle on the left has guards that escort the group to a balcony the size of a football field, covered with light clothes. By the edge is a series of tables well furnished with food and drinks,. Food of a fish style and drinks of light wines. Trualta sits, smoking a long pipe. He rises and shakes hands with Nina and motions to the tables. The breeze off the harbor is warm and salty.

  • Michael James Watson

Trualta -"Some mysteries are too good to wait for. I consulted my auguries"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Once Nina has sampled the food and drink, Realmer will partake of the food, but will only drink water, as he does not like wine. If Nina does not eat then Realmer will not either.

  • Michael James Watson

She does and partakes of the wine, "So what did the Auguries tell you?"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

If there is nothing else to drink upon the tables, Realmer will drink the wine, but very sparingly.

  • Michael James Watson

Trualta-"That Hagalta is having family issues. And that he has taken his forces trapped outside the Arch onto the jeweled Road to Amber"

  • Michael James Watson

Nina chuckles.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Realmer does his best to remain calm and look calm... he know Random will want to know this information immediately... but circumstances prevent, for now.

  • Michael James Watson

Trualta-"So, young Lord, you are somehow related to Hagalta and Nina both? That is quite a surprise. Hagalta never mentioned Amber but it makes sense. You are Adask, clearly, is he your father?"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

Again, Realmer keeps his expression and demeanor calm and respectful. He bows his head politely to Trualta and says, "No, not to both, Lord Trualta. My name is Relmopator and I am son of Satura, but not Hagalta to the best of my knowledge. And I am grandson to Dworkin of Amber, so cousin to Nina. And yes, I am Adask, but to be honest it is recent news to me and that is why I have come to Adagalasck."

  • Michael James Watson

Trualta-"I see. Well Satura is certainly Adask, though of the pale variety.. As is her daughter by Hagalta., Dwynwen. Uxtrasa. and her children, Xorax, and Drixtra are of the gray race of the Adask, while Ninaaratres here is of the blue variety. Have you come to support the reunion or the severance?"

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"My reasons for being here did not involve either, Lord, as I was unaware of the situation until shortly after I arrived. I came to visit family I recently heard resided here, investigate my heritage and hopefully bring my mother back to Amber with me when I leave."

  • Michael James Watson

Xorit has said nothing and is sort of the elephant in the room.

  • Michael James Watson

Trualta-"So you did not bring War Chief of the Trixta to convince me to support the Severance? He knows he is not allowed to ask me for such a think. Nor technically should he ask Ninaaratres. Have you done so, Trixta?"

  • Michael James Watson

Trixta, "No, my fight is my own. Hagalta's fight is his own."

  • Michael James Watson

Ninaaratres-"Neither has asked me to support their side. I have not announced yet that i intend to support the Severance and my armies shall speak that to the War Chief of Clan Kalota on the field of battle. I no longer feel he should hold his clan, and he should not hold stair or Wind. I do not ask for your support at this time. I support the Severance, and once it is proven, i will support the Reunion of the Odaraxta under Xorit."

  • Michael James Watson

Xorit pales noticeably in surprise.

  • Michael James Watson

Trualta laughs.

  • Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.

"And my being here now is truly an odd timing of circumstances. Upon learning some of the Reunion and Severance I have decided I do not support the Reunion, but I cannot claim I support the Severance either, except by not supporting the Reunion."

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Trualta "I see. Well. I have long supported Hagalta in his clan, Stair and Wind. It has long been the policy of the Wild Grasses Clan to support the Odaraxta clan in their rights."

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Trualta-"However, i will not drink, share bread, or trade salt with the man"

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Xorit inhales. Wanting to speak but not daring to speak.

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"I see. Please forgive my ignorance of Adask culture, but does that include the right to hold someone against their will? And use them as leverage against others?"

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Trualta-"Satura? I think you will find that she is not an unwilling participant in her marriage. Though how he acquired her affection i do not know. I do know his other wife is not pleased about it but she has already behaved improperly in my presence. I would aide you, short of war. is there something you would have of me?"

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Realmer is shocked silent for a moment but recovers quickly. "Lord Trualta, your offer of aide is gracious and I am honored, but I would not know what to ask for nor what might cause war with Hagalta. But my goal is to at least visit with my mother and find out if she wishes to leave or why she wants to remain. And should she wish to leave, help her to do so."

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he nods.

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Realmer takes a sip of wine forgetting what it is and tries not to visibly choke it down. He covers by saying, "I would also like to visit with my other cousin, Emilie, if possible and learn more about my Adask heritage while I am here, if time and circumstances permit."

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Trualta-"Yes.... Emile, her Amber name...So you will be traveling far on your quests?"

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"So it would seem, Lord Trualta. I am unfamiliar with the geography of these lands but since each Stair Lord is named after one of the Winds, I should guess each resides at the far points of the map. Plus it will give me more time to learn more about Adagalasck and the Adask people."

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"Lord Realmer, Lord Xorit, I can not declare my clan against Hagalta at this time, nor will I side in the Reunion of the Severance. But I can give you both a sign that will give them pause as they see it. A symbol of my personal regard but not the regard of my clan, stair or Wind.” Speaking to a attendant, who nods, and runs off. Trualta waits away from the tables for a few moments. The attendant and a soldier come leading two fine horses. One a black one, one a gray one with a multicolored main and tail. “These companions are of the wild grasslands. Call them in your need and they shall come to bear you. They are warriors of their own might, and runners of the long trail. The black one is Dact and will bear Lord Xorit. Graso is the gray that shall bear you, Lord Realmer. They are sturdy, and of the stable of my own companions. When you reach land beyond the sea, call them, and they will come.”

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Xorit stands, and upon getting a nod from tau walks to grip the muzzle of the black making friends.

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Xorit"You honor me, Lord, and I shall never forget it. My gratitude is yours"

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Realmer stands as well and follows Xorit's lead and introduces himself to Graso. "My great thanks Lord Trualta, I am honored to have such a gift and a symbol of your regard. Is there anything that I might be able to do for you, Lord?"

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"My clan, Stair and Wind? No there isn't. For me personally...Do not drink, share bread, or trade salt with the man. Lady, will you walk with me for a bit while your companions seek the land below?" Nina rises and nods, and the two stroll off together.

Tesa Resa

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Sitting on the top of a smooth sided tower, leaning over the curtain wall out to the sea, not for the first time, Tesa wonders at the way the universe works. A mere thirteen years before she had been a gutter rat starving in the Maze of the city of Sanctuary. Starving for a living, fighting for coin, climbing, burglarizing hovels for coppers, townhouses for silver. Occasionally digging in dumpsters for scrapes of food the rich tossed out. And too often, trading herself for survival. Now she stood on a tower overlooking a rich city. In the company of royalty, and for all practical purposes, gods. A pocket full of gems that would have bought her a townhouse among the wealthy back in her homeland. And in Amber, a small room in the region of Thin Whip's sway with a fortune in gold enough to buy her an estate in the Rankan Empire. If she played her cards right the company she was keeping might make her rich enough to buy a title. Heck, she might even earn a title. Stranger things have happened, just usually not to her. All because a voice from the shadow of a scaffold said he had uses for her. There had been hard times. There were the lessons in the knife. Snikura Assassins. Lessons in how to move in the seen unseen. To find shade in the bright sun. To hide tools in plain sight. The short con and the long con. Slight of hand and slight of sight. Theater. Then the voice said he would need her someday but till then her life was her own and he left her on the Jeweled road walking toward Amber. “All Roads Lead to Amber” the voice in the shade of the hangman's scaffold had said. He was certainly right.

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As Realmer looks out to sea watching Nina's ship being brought in from the outer waters, he contemplates all that has occurred since he left Amber... mostly what has transpired since arriving at the Arch and then coming to Adagalasck. Even before leaving Amber, Realmer knew that matters between he and Hagalta would not turn out well, but he had not expected that it would lead to a potential war with Amber, let alone so quickly... but Hagalta was a hot-head, and Realmer knew this. As Realmer is reaching inside his Robe for his Trump Deck, so he can contact King Random and inform him of the activities of the Adask and his sister, he notices that Tesa has quietly slipped out of the stonework, as it were... Realmer wonders how long she has been standing there quietly, just barely with the corner of his vision... he wonders how Bob didn't notice her either. He smiles.

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“Quite a city. Never seen one quite like it. Merchants with no locks on the door. Open air booths left untended. I went by a fish booth. Fried fish, Fried potatoes. Fried apples. No one there. The cook was manning a collection of fry pots a stone throw in the back. Big bowl of gems on the counter. I yelled to the guy I wanted to by some fish and he said , "Ok with me". Ok with me? He didn't even look. A woman came up, yelled a a greeting to the guy, poured a bunch of each in a basket, tossed in a couple gems, and went on her way... I asked her what he charged for the basketfull she took and she said, “What I could afford for fish today” What the hell?” She pulls out a thin hooked knife the size of her palm. “This is fine work. Nice fishhooking knife. Id pay two gold wings at least for its like. Maybe three. I asked the smith how much for 4 of them and he said, “You'll pay me fair.” Then the bastard walked away leaving a frigging fortune in gems on his counter. I took a dozen and said, “How does a red gem sound?” The guy said, 'Sound like ill visit the barber on the way home, my little parrot top lovely. Maybe ill get some colors put in my beard. Wife will love it. “ Then back to his fire.. You can't steal from these people..” She shakes her head and withdraws a flask to sip. Leaving you to your business.

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Realmer begins smiling the moment she begins describing the trusting manner of the citizens of the city; he understands her shock at such a things considering where he came from himself. He chuckles and says "I hope you paid him fair."