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==='''Agrom's Arrival in Ang Ri'''===
 
The land was rolling in the way a land might be considered rolling if endless soup bowls were placed side by side, row after row, alternating up and down. Yet coming upon the land one would not notice the uneven condition of the ground because of the forest of thick leaved inhabited Unsat trees.
 
 
 
The forest stretched from horizon to horizon only broken up by the buildings where harvested tree leaves were stored and packaged and the one rather commercial looking building that housed the administrators of the farm as well as the immature and uninhabited Unsat bushes. In that building residents of Ang Ri arrived and took service as resident intellects in the stubborn little bushes allowing them to grow quickly to be great and useful trees towering thirty feet or more.
 
 
 
Such things happen in many place but certainly under the purplish sky of the world of Ang Ri; a member world of the Black Zone Pack Instrument that defines the worlds in alliance with the Coeurt of Chaos and a world represented by a card in King Random's Trump deck.
 
 
 
The flying workers flit among the trees checking them for progress, tagging them for harvest or for a tending by a Unsat practitioner if one of the resident intellects decided to end his service early. Light skinned, ethereal, 6 armed fey, they handle the plants with care usually, but can be rough on them in need. They direct the harvester birds that crouch over the trees to be harvested. The birds rip them stalk and root from the ground and deposit them for processing. The farm, while massive, is typical of its kind and unremarkable except for the occurrence that shocks the valley this particular morning.
 
 
 
Into the light purple sky erupts a noise like unto the end of worlds.
 
 
 
Mighty and shaking, an earthquake in the air, come tongues of red fires and flows of black ice and avalanches of green diamonds the size of grapefruits as well as other clutter and refuse drawn from a level of the Abyss far below the levels even Lords of Chaos usually do business with. These things come from hellish lands and crash in the silent air of dawn. The deluge gouges a swath out of the trees whose inhabitants gain a different experience then they expected and signed up for as the trees burn in instantaneous glory.
 
 
 
From the eruption is spit a rolling figure at terminal velocity as if it had been falling a great distance among the rubble and finally leveled out and gravity betrayed it. Rolling, tearing trees in his passage he lands face down, his cloth a torn shambles and his body the bearer of thousands of cuts and scrapes. Skin torn loose flapping in the air, bones exposed, a wrecked rag-doll of meat and blood. That he breathed still does not mean he won't die soon.
 
 
 
The ripping birds and tending fey wove over to the still form and grabbed him up and taking him to the processing plant. Encrusted with chaos refuse he moans in agony, if not yet in death.
 
 
 
The crew laid him out on a pile of harvested leaves. Soon the administrator arrived and used his magics to determine what he could of the stranger. A minor corporate sorcerer, he quickly decided whatever this rumpled creature was this was far above his pay grade. Removing a contact stone he called his superior.
 
 
 
Outside help arrived in the form of a wizard of the Ninth Circuit who quickly determined this was no mere traveler. Whisking him away to the Capital Hall, he presented the still form to the Council of Grasbi. whose senior member, Hontas the Red, a great wyrm of the Council of the Wing, examined the creature with his arcane powers he put the form in stasis and decided to pass this along as others before him had done. He shifted to his orcish form and withdrew a set of trumps and drew one from a land to the West.
 
 
 
Speaking to the card a man steps through quickly. His human form is unfamiliar to Hontas but his power signature as a Lord of Chaos is clear.
 
 
 
Speaking softly to the Dragonlord, the Lord of Chaos thanks him and levitates the form, tethering it to his hip. The dapper dressed Chaosian pulls a card from his own deck; one he has never used before and is somewhat curious how he will be received upon arrival.
 
 
 
Stepping through the card, well within his rights to do so as a member of the bloodline of Amber as well as the houses of Sawall, Helgram and Hendrake of Chaos, he is greeted politely by the staff on Trump duty. The ever-ready medical staff quickly moved to tend the barely alive floating passenger, establishing a stasis field around him.
 
 
 
Officers come to greet the Lord of Chaos, noting the novel situation and passing word up their own chain of command. Moments later Prince Benedict arrived, in a Star Fleet admiral's uniform. Examining the form he approved treatment.
 
 
 
Hours later, after a tour and a lunch with friendly officers, Prince Benedict, the Acting Commander of Star Fleet, and Prince Despil Sawall, the Ambassador of Chaos to Amber, looked over the Klingon body buoyant in the healing liquids, attached to a collection of wires and drouds.
 
 
 
Thus did Captain Agrom, a Lord of Amber, the son of Lord Vance of Amber, come to survive his ordeal in the Abyss before Chaos.
 

Revision as of 12:52, 17 January 2020

Not all Conservatives are transphobes, some of them just stand idly by as Republican legislators legalize mass genocide of trans children, like you hypocritical Liberals and all the great people in the Third Reich who looked the other way as the Jews were put on trains for concentration camps.