Short Game

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The Short Game

Patternfall was a mess, no one would say otherwise. Blood was spilled, powers shaken, Patterns repaired, and the chosen king declined the office.

Chaos was defeated, sort of, since the vast populace of Chaos was unaware they were at war. The victorious Amberites, with their new king, coming marching in too the Courts was quite a spectacle. The arrival of royals of Amber,was greeted in many ways, but the overwhelming view, stated by the Swayvil, was that the House of Bariman, a rebel house of Chaos, was now a welcome cadre in Chaos.

Clearly, someone had been taking dust. But the Cults of Amber began, and some with powerful connections attended ceremonies.

Avalon was newly created, a fresh pattern, unsullied by the feet of kinsman or foes alike.

Echoes of powers turned their eyes at the opportunity.

Returning to Amber, King Random was pressed by royal kinsman, revealed cousins, Golden Circle Embassies, Hopeful seekers, Comedians and performers. An invigorated nobility fresh from the field of victory, sought favor of the new king.

Elders of the court, shocked at the young rogue prince attaining the throne, began speaking in hushed whispers, among their confederates and their hidden children of what course to take; Support the young king and his lovely bride in the beginning of a new era in Amber? Or rip him from the throne and establish a better power in the center of the universe?

Yet, a bird of black feathers and smelling of death sat on the pinnacle of Cabra and squawked his cry.

A Cat turned its head in a land of mice and left, shifting shadow.

A Falcon of many colors took flight as if burned.

Chanticleer raised his head and crowed.

An Abyssal Lord woke in the depth of the Abyss, spreading his leathery wings like death, flew straight, to clear the ridges.

The Weasel and the Ferret shared a feast of cashews, knowing the shadows shifted for them.

The Sparrow looked high, as his father died in the waves of creation, and he felt the powers of primacy come to him.


Above and Below, shadows shifted.

Calrose the Seer