Gaming writeup
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andrewduckerI'm currently playing an Amber game. Over a dozen players, but mostly not all there at the same time. We had a two session adventure this week, which I ended up writing up for the mailing list.
*This is actually making the rounds in iambic pentameter, as performed by the royal bards. I'm darned if I'm writing it in iambic pentameter myself, so you'll have to settle for whatever style amuses me.*
Preamble for people not in the game:
Prior to this, Random had for some reason gone a bit mad and done _something_ with the Jewel of Judgement, next to the Pattern in Rebma. He was bopped over the back of the head by Gavain (see below) who then made off with the Jewel for safekeeping, before somewhat rashly using it to fend off an attack, reducing chunks of the area we were in to Primal Chaos.
Dramatis Personae :
Alea - Recently arrived from Chaos, Prince of Amber and member of House Isolya. This is me.
Gavain - Hero of Amber, of unknown provenance
Lewis - citizen of Rebma, presumed of Royal Amber stock.
Tabian - Recently returned from a lengthy sabbatical, son of Finndo
Concerned with the state of the Rebman pattern, Tabian, Gavain and I met up to discuss what could be done. Lewis was also to join us, but was held up on other business and so we found ourselves temporarily distracted by a ride into shadow to talk to Thomas Palmer about the wherabouts of some dangerous devices, latterly stolen from his research labs. The queen had most generously given us information about them, and indicated that he was the best person to aid us.
*At this point the tale diverges somewhat, to descriptions of the queen's chambers as Tabian and Gavain are taken off to be shown documents, and Alea is left in a room with a very revealing picture of the queen. In fact, there are several mentions of the scantily clad/near naked pictures of the queen currently exhibited in her apartments, the high quality brushwork, amazing tattoos, and how it's not pornography. No. Not even slightly. After all, she's the queen. Oh, and how lucky Felix was to get as gorgeous and impressive a subject to pose for him in such revealing ways.*
Mr Palmer reassured us as to the relative safety of said devices, and also that his laboratories were henceforth to be abandoned, for the dangers they posed to reality were greater than the profit to be found therein. He also gave to the huntsman, Gavain, the creator of the devices, after Gavain promised to slay him when he had the information that was needed, for the mind that birthed them was not safe to leave wandering in Shadow. And after Gavain had extracted what he needed, he carried out his promise for the safety of Amber, though it hurt him to his soul to be forced to take a life that was not evil.
Twas at this point that Gavain received Trump from Lewis, but having accepted it detected the stench of a spy, and cut the contact dead and called him back to bring him through. I scanned the shadow, searching for Trump artists and found none - but for an artefact of power, watching from a hill some twenty miles distant. Gavain and Lewis joined me and I carried us swiftly towards this interloper, Tabian following behind with the horses. 'Pon the hill we found a tower, glowing with energy, topped by a huge eye, staring down at us. Gavain was disconcerted by our mode of travel, but I stood forward, recognising the eye as that of Lexi, daughter of Flora, conspirator against Amber, and assayed an investigation into whatever rudeimentary mind it might possess. It was clear that it was focussed largely on Gavain, but as I stepped forward it turned its attention to me, and a mighty force came crushing at me, something which I might have been reduced by, had Lewis not laid his hand upon my shoulder to brace me. Sensing that it could not defend itself against two powers working together, the tower fled, leaving naught but traces of trump behind it.
However, with Lewis now present and the devices known to be less of a danger than previously thought, Lewis made contact with one of the beautiful ladies of Castle Rebma so that we could properly take up our quest. We swiftly made our way through the incredible underwater castle, glowing balls of light showing the way, until we arrived at the pattern room, where we discovered a situation so terrible that we instantly swore an oath of secrecy, lest its revealing cause riot and war through the Amber itself!
Fortunately the situation has since been resolved, so I can now reveal that The Rebman Pattern was sadly depleted. It flickered sadly, whole areas going out before relighting themselves, and its energies were clearly in danger of dying completely. This would be a terrible situation, as Rebma is the source of all healing across Shadow (water being the primal element of health). Tabian meditated upon The Pattern, reaching out to see what might be causing this grim situation, and realised that Gavain's untrained use of The Jewel of Judgement in defense against the were had sucked energy directly from The Rebman Pattern. Healing a damaged pattern is no simple task, and to heal The Pattern of Rebma would require immense power associated with the element of Rebma (water), its power (healing) and the associated tarot symbol (cups). We were, in short, to embark on a quest for the Holy Grail.
Thankfully, the greatest repository of grail knowledge anywhere in the cosmos was close by, in he library of Llewella. She was kind enough to grant us access to her collection and we immediately set about tracing various ideas through the index (the volumes of which took up multiple shelves). Various threads ended up in similar places, indicating that Amber's salvation lay with Charon, The Beloved, Saviour of the Pattern and Daughter of Oberon. Sadly, she died, in the dim and distant past, her life's blood given to save The Primal Pattern from corruption. We were not, however, about to let a little thing like death get in the way, and the last known whereabouts of her body was in the company of Finndo and Osric, so we set off to see them (also dead, of course, but see previous sentence). We beat a circuitous path up the mountains separating Amber from Ghenesh and found their graves (and also that of Benedict). Osric regailed us all with stories of his youth until I mentioned The Grail, and then offered to lead us to the tomb of Charon when asked. Tabian elected to stay behind with his father's ghost, as he had no wish to reopen old wounds by seeing The Beloved again.
We set off up the mountainside (yes, the tombs of Osric,Finndo and Benedict are at the top, but we weren't going to let a little thing like that stop us) and spent an indeterminate but long time climbing up above the snow line, and thence over a glacier, until we found a cave made from ice. Venturing in, we discovered that in the midst of bitter cold (ordinary mortals would have dropped dead instantly) fabulous sculptures and architecture carved from the ice itself. In the very heart of the caves we found the tomb of Charon - where she lies not buried, but frozen in perfection for all eternity. Lewis bent down in prayer and contemplation before her, and I had to retreat to where Osric stood in the doorway, as the cold was clawing at my very bones (the temperature in the entrance cave was a delightfully balmy minus ten, a vast improvement).
A while later Gavain joined me, reporting that Lewis had frozen solid to the ground, a supplicated statue. And so we stood and waited (or in my case, jumped up and down to keep warm, and waited). Some time later, he emerged, his clothes had frozen to the shattering point, and he was naked from the waist down, but he still lived, and brought back prophecy from our forebear. He had seen a vast pool of liquid, a ripple spreading redly across it, and a statue of Gavain, pitted with age, standing guard outside a temple. And so we retreated down the mountain, each of us in turn suffering damage and in danger of death, as the spirits showed that this was not a journey to be taken lightly. These wounds were to heal but slowly on myself and Gavaine, and on Lewis not at all. Tabian, however, did his best, hunting wild deer for us and preparing medicine most strong from herbs he fetched from the surrounding area.
Lewis attempted to draw a picture of the statue he'd seen in the prophecy, but with it being one of those metaphorical statues it refused to come out the same way twice (or even, to be honest, once). However, one detail of the temple it sat by was the same each time, identifying it as a temple of the moon and giving us an approximate location. Tabian reached into the past through an empowered scrying bowl and found Gavaine, fighting a huge demon on The Black Road, eventually slaying it and forcing its army into disarray as he sliced off the magic ring on its right hand. Gavaine remembered this heroic battle (an epic poem in its own right, where a band of heroes fought insurmountable odds and triumphed because a son of Amber fought beside them, though few returned to tell the tale) and would be able to lead us there. This, combined with the information we already had, was enough to see us on our way. Lewis led us through trump to a staging point where we could recover from our injuries for two days (and here the descriptions of a rest home will sound like a bordello to those of you who know about such things, or a nice hotel with terrible attentive staff to those of you who don't), and we recovered, played games (which I largely won) and discussed prohecies and the grail.
And then we walked off, along the coast, Gavaine leading us through Shadow until we reached a set of black gates, through which he had once charged in defiance of a great evil, where the armour, bones and blades of chaos warriors still lay where they had fallen. There was, however, no temple to be found. I reached out and searched for a nearby temple, finding one, but not entirely sure where, I moved directly to it, having left a trump with Lewis. Sadly, I wasn't able to use this as I appeared in pitch blackness - trapped, indeed, in a collapsed section of temple, several feet under ground. I felt a trump contact, but it felt strange, and having had the earlier encounter with Lexi I was unwilling to let unrecognised thoughts near me, and dropped the connection, deciding instead to blow a hole in the roof and lift myself back out into the light of day. Doing so, I found myself next to a recently fallen statue of the ever-heroic Gavaine. I trumped Lewis and he brought everyone through.
We searched nearby and found nothing but the ring that the dark lord of chaos had been wearing, entombed inside a chest. Retreating, I searched further, seeking out items of power and bringing them to myself. As well as unwittingly pulling the ring in, I found a source of great power, buried kilometers deep beneath the hill - a huge bubble of air and water, immune to entry by trump. After some investigation it seemed that the only way to get there was by Logrus, and so I took Lewis with me and we appeared deep within the bowels of the earth. I reached out towards the source of the protective blocks, which sadly turned out to be Pattern based, and so I spent the following several minutes carefully examining the stars which were then circling my head, while Lewis swam out across the lake to the centre of the bubble, where he found an island, upon which slept a creature most like a horse, save for the spike atop its forehead.
What, exactly, passed between The Unicorn and Lewis is known only to the two of them, but it informed him that his companions could not complete the quest, and if he was to do so he must dive from the deepest part of the docks, swimming ever deeper, until he died. With grim determination on all our faces (and some blood leaking from my nose and right ear) we gathered our belongings, Gavaine took the ring of power and we trumped back to the marketplace of Amber (any rumours that Gavaine has begun referring to said evil ring as "My Precious" are just that, rumours. I couldn't possibly comment. Not at all).
We split up for an hour, to make preparations, and then reconvened at the docks where, unsure of the deepest spot, Lewis contacted Caine, who told him that he must seek out the oldest dock of all - King's Docks. Tabian remembered the location, and we shortly thereafter found them. Some cataclysm had clearly occurred here at some point in the past, and the whole area was a swarm of jagged rocks, protruding from the water. I handed Lewis my sword, so that I could swiftly find and retrieve him when he had achieved his goal, Tabian offered him some words of support, and buffered his will, and Gavaine kept an eye out for anyone who would try to stop us. And then he dived deep into the water, and was lost from sight.
I was lost in concentration, my will following Lewis into those black depths. Tabian similarly, his brow furled in worry. Happy then, that Gavaine was clear of thought and purpouse and sight, spotting a dark shape as it hopped across the rocks, forming itself into a black seal and preparing to dive after our compatriot. 'Twas clearly of evil intent, and he hurled himself towards it, blade flashing in his hand. He swiftly despatched it, but its twin moved out of the shadows, followed by another, and then another, so that his blade was kept busy in his hand as he danced from rock to rock, dealing death all around.
And then, suddenly, I felt Lewis die. He had paused, risen slightly, and then I felt the life crushed out of him and he began to sink. Desperate, I thrust a tentacle deep beneath the waves, feeling the damage it was doing to me so close the source of all Pattern, and wrapped it carefully around his body. I could not instantly transport him to the surface, for fear of doing yet more damage, but I pulled him up as swiftly as I dared and placed his still form on the beach beside me. I could sense an object of great power on him, but he had taken the form of a seal, and it could not be seen. He was beyond Tabian's ministrations, so I turned him on his back, and carefully holding his seal-whiskers out of the way, proceeded to breathe life back into his crushed lungs.
There was little I could do, however, but slow his slide through death's dark doors. His bodied was crushed beyond repair and soon he would be no more. Tabian, thankfully, had a stroke of genius, and turned to one who could help, enemy of Amber though she is - Lexi. He called upon her, and for her own reasons, she came. And turning her might upon the shadow of Amber itself, brought Lewis back from the brink, before turning, a dark look in her eye, and stepping back to her own domain. Lewis returned to his human form, and asked Gavaine to call upon the Queen. She understood the import of our situation and brought us to her chambers, then taking Gavaine's limp form from my arms, she went into the castle's dark dungeons to find Random, our father and source of The Pattern's recent troubles. In his madness he had caused this plight, and his sacrifice alone could end it.
Soon after, grail filled with freely-given blood, the queens of Rebma and Amber in support, Lewis drank deeply, and then assayed the pattern, it's fires springing back up, stronger than ever, behind him. Exhausted, but fully healed, he arrived back with us in Amber's Queen's chambers , with her by his side, and sank into a deep sleep, his quest completed, Rebma restored and healing one more possible for all of us.
Epilogue:
Gavaine was offered a royal gift. He turnd it down, saying that serving Amber was its own reward.
I walked the pattern. Which means I got a shiny pack of trump cards with all of your faces on them. Go me.
Lewis has been adopted into the family, as the Queen's younger brother. Tabian got to tell him when he woke up. I suspect Tabian was the happier of the two.
Random's whereabouts and condition are unknown.
If you actually made it to the end of this, leave me a comment saying so. I'm dreadfully interested.
*This is actually making the rounds in iambic pentameter, as performed by the royal bards. I'm darned if I'm writing it in iambic pentameter myself, so you'll have to settle for whatever style amuses me.*
Preamble for people not in the game:
Prior to this, Random had for some reason gone a bit mad and done _something_ with the Jewel of Judgement, next to the Pattern in Rebma. He was bopped over the back of the head by Gavain (see below) who then made off with the Jewel for safekeeping, before somewhat rashly using it to fend off an attack, reducing chunks of the area we were in to Primal Chaos.
Dramatis Personae :
Alea - Recently arrived from Chaos, Prince of Amber and member of House Isolya. This is me.
Gavain - Hero of Amber, of unknown provenance
Lewis - citizen of Rebma, presumed of Royal Amber stock.
Tabian - Recently returned from a lengthy sabbatical, son of Finndo
Concerned with the state of the Rebman pattern, Tabian, Gavain and I met up to discuss what could be done. Lewis was also to join us, but was held up on other business and so we found ourselves temporarily distracted by a ride into shadow to talk to Thomas Palmer about the wherabouts of some dangerous devices, latterly stolen from his research labs. The queen had most generously given us information about them, and indicated that he was the best person to aid us.
*At this point the tale diverges somewhat, to descriptions of the queen's chambers as Tabian and Gavain are taken off to be shown documents, and Alea is left in a room with a very revealing picture of the queen. In fact, there are several mentions of the scantily clad/near naked pictures of the queen currently exhibited in her apartments, the high quality brushwork, amazing tattoos, and how it's not pornography. No. Not even slightly. After all, she's the queen. Oh, and how lucky Felix was to get as gorgeous and impressive a subject to pose for him in such revealing ways.*
Mr Palmer reassured us as to the relative safety of said devices, and also that his laboratories were henceforth to be abandoned, for the dangers they posed to reality were greater than the profit to be found therein. He also gave to the huntsman, Gavain, the creator of the devices, after Gavain promised to slay him when he had the information that was needed, for the mind that birthed them was not safe to leave wandering in Shadow. And after Gavain had extracted what he needed, he carried out his promise for the safety of Amber, though it hurt him to his soul to be forced to take a life that was not evil.
Twas at this point that Gavain received Trump from Lewis, but having accepted it detected the stench of a spy, and cut the contact dead and called him back to bring him through. I scanned the shadow, searching for Trump artists and found none - but for an artefact of power, watching from a hill some twenty miles distant. Gavain and Lewis joined me and I carried us swiftly towards this interloper, Tabian following behind with the horses. 'Pon the hill we found a tower, glowing with energy, topped by a huge eye, staring down at us. Gavain was disconcerted by our mode of travel, but I stood forward, recognising the eye as that of Lexi, daughter of Flora, conspirator against Amber, and assayed an investigation into whatever rudeimentary mind it might possess. It was clear that it was focussed largely on Gavain, but as I stepped forward it turned its attention to me, and a mighty force came crushing at me, something which I might have been reduced by, had Lewis not laid his hand upon my shoulder to brace me. Sensing that it could not defend itself against two powers working together, the tower fled, leaving naught but traces of trump behind it.
However, with Lewis now present and the devices known to be less of a danger than previously thought, Lewis made contact with one of the beautiful ladies of Castle Rebma so that we could properly take up our quest. We swiftly made our way through the incredible underwater castle, glowing balls of light showing the way, until we arrived at the pattern room, where we discovered a situation so terrible that we instantly swore an oath of secrecy, lest its revealing cause riot and war through the Amber itself!
Fortunately the situation has since been resolved, so I can now reveal that The Rebman Pattern was sadly depleted. It flickered sadly, whole areas going out before relighting themselves, and its energies were clearly in danger of dying completely. This would be a terrible situation, as Rebma is the source of all healing across Shadow (water being the primal element of health). Tabian meditated upon The Pattern, reaching out to see what might be causing this grim situation, and realised that Gavain's untrained use of The Jewel of Judgement in defense against the were had sucked energy directly from The Rebman Pattern. Healing a damaged pattern is no simple task, and to heal The Pattern of Rebma would require immense power associated with the element of Rebma (water), its power (healing) and the associated tarot symbol (cups). We were, in short, to embark on a quest for the Holy Grail.
Thankfully, the greatest repository of grail knowledge anywhere in the cosmos was close by, in he library of Llewella. She was kind enough to grant us access to her collection and we immediately set about tracing various ideas through the index (the volumes of which took up multiple shelves). Various threads ended up in similar places, indicating that Amber's salvation lay with Charon, The Beloved, Saviour of the Pattern and Daughter of Oberon. Sadly, she died, in the dim and distant past, her life's blood given to save The Primal Pattern from corruption. We were not, however, about to let a little thing like death get in the way, and the last known whereabouts of her body was in the company of Finndo and Osric, so we set off to see them (also dead, of course, but see previous sentence). We beat a circuitous path up the mountains separating Amber from Ghenesh and found their graves (and also that of Benedict). Osric regailed us all with stories of his youth until I mentioned The Grail, and then offered to lead us to the tomb of Charon when asked. Tabian elected to stay behind with his father's ghost, as he had no wish to reopen old wounds by seeing The Beloved again.
We set off up the mountainside (yes, the tombs of Osric,Finndo and Benedict are at the top, but we weren't going to let a little thing like that stop us) and spent an indeterminate but long time climbing up above the snow line, and thence over a glacier, until we found a cave made from ice. Venturing in, we discovered that in the midst of bitter cold (ordinary mortals would have dropped dead instantly) fabulous sculptures and architecture carved from the ice itself. In the very heart of the caves we found the tomb of Charon - where she lies not buried, but frozen in perfection for all eternity. Lewis bent down in prayer and contemplation before her, and I had to retreat to where Osric stood in the doorway, as the cold was clawing at my very bones (the temperature in the entrance cave was a delightfully balmy minus ten, a vast improvement).
A while later Gavain joined me, reporting that Lewis had frozen solid to the ground, a supplicated statue. And so we stood and waited (or in my case, jumped up and down to keep warm, and waited). Some time later, he emerged, his clothes had frozen to the shattering point, and he was naked from the waist down, but he still lived, and brought back prophecy from our forebear. He had seen a vast pool of liquid, a ripple spreading redly across it, and a statue of Gavain, pitted with age, standing guard outside a temple. And so we retreated down the mountain, each of us in turn suffering damage and in danger of death, as the spirits showed that this was not a journey to be taken lightly. These wounds were to heal but slowly on myself and Gavaine, and on Lewis not at all. Tabian, however, did his best, hunting wild deer for us and preparing medicine most strong from herbs he fetched from the surrounding area.
Lewis attempted to draw a picture of the statue he'd seen in the prophecy, but with it being one of those metaphorical statues it refused to come out the same way twice (or even, to be honest, once). However, one detail of the temple it sat by was the same each time, identifying it as a temple of the moon and giving us an approximate location. Tabian reached into the past through an empowered scrying bowl and found Gavaine, fighting a huge demon on The Black Road, eventually slaying it and forcing its army into disarray as he sliced off the magic ring on its right hand. Gavaine remembered this heroic battle (an epic poem in its own right, where a band of heroes fought insurmountable odds and triumphed because a son of Amber fought beside them, though few returned to tell the tale) and would be able to lead us there. This, combined with the information we already had, was enough to see us on our way. Lewis led us through trump to a staging point where we could recover from our injuries for two days (and here the descriptions of a rest home will sound like a bordello to those of you who know about such things, or a nice hotel with terrible attentive staff to those of you who don't), and we recovered, played games (which I largely won) and discussed prohecies and the grail.
And then we walked off, along the coast, Gavaine leading us through Shadow until we reached a set of black gates, through which he had once charged in defiance of a great evil, where the armour, bones and blades of chaos warriors still lay where they had fallen. There was, however, no temple to be found. I reached out and searched for a nearby temple, finding one, but not entirely sure where, I moved directly to it, having left a trump with Lewis. Sadly, I wasn't able to use this as I appeared in pitch blackness - trapped, indeed, in a collapsed section of temple, several feet under ground. I felt a trump contact, but it felt strange, and having had the earlier encounter with Lexi I was unwilling to let unrecognised thoughts near me, and dropped the connection, deciding instead to blow a hole in the roof and lift myself back out into the light of day. Doing so, I found myself next to a recently fallen statue of the ever-heroic Gavaine. I trumped Lewis and he brought everyone through.
We searched nearby and found nothing but the ring that the dark lord of chaos had been wearing, entombed inside a chest. Retreating, I searched further, seeking out items of power and bringing them to myself. As well as unwittingly pulling the ring in, I found a source of great power, buried kilometers deep beneath the hill - a huge bubble of air and water, immune to entry by trump. After some investigation it seemed that the only way to get there was by Logrus, and so I took Lewis with me and we appeared deep within the bowels of the earth. I reached out towards the source of the protective blocks, which sadly turned out to be Pattern based, and so I spent the following several minutes carefully examining the stars which were then circling my head, while Lewis swam out across the lake to the centre of the bubble, where he found an island, upon which slept a creature most like a horse, save for the spike atop its forehead.
What, exactly, passed between The Unicorn and Lewis is known only to the two of them, but it informed him that his companions could not complete the quest, and if he was to do so he must dive from the deepest part of the docks, swimming ever deeper, until he died. With grim determination on all our faces (and some blood leaking from my nose and right ear) we gathered our belongings, Gavaine took the ring of power and we trumped back to the marketplace of Amber (any rumours that Gavaine has begun referring to said evil ring as "My Precious" are just that, rumours. I couldn't possibly comment. Not at all).
We split up for an hour, to make preparations, and then reconvened at the docks where, unsure of the deepest spot, Lewis contacted Caine, who told him that he must seek out the oldest dock of all - King's Docks. Tabian remembered the location, and we shortly thereafter found them. Some cataclysm had clearly occurred here at some point in the past, and the whole area was a swarm of jagged rocks, protruding from the water. I handed Lewis my sword, so that I could swiftly find and retrieve him when he had achieved his goal, Tabian offered him some words of support, and buffered his will, and Gavaine kept an eye out for anyone who would try to stop us. And then he dived deep into the water, and was lost from sight.
I was lost in concentration, my will following Lewis into those black depths. Tabian similarly, his brow furled in worry. Happy then, that Gavaine was clear of thought and purpouse and sight, spotting a dark shape as it hopped across the rocks, forming itself into a black seal and preparing to dive after our compatriot. 'Twas clearly of evil intent, and he hurled himself towards it, blade flashing in his hand. He swiftly despatched it, but its twin moved out of the shadows, followed by another, and then another, so that his blade was kept busy in his hand as he danced from rock to rock, dealing death all around.
And then, suddenly, I felt Lewis die. He had paused, risen slightly, and then I felt the life crushed out of him and he began to sink. Desperate, I thrust a tentacle deep beneath the waves, feeling the damage it was doing to me so close the source of all Pattern, and wrapped it carefully around his body. I could not instantly transport him to the surface, for fear of doing yet more damage, but I pulled him up as swiftly as I dared and placed his still form on the beach beside me. I could sense an object of great power on him, but he had taken the form of a seal, and it could not be seen. He was beyond Tabian's ministrations, so I turned him on his back, and carefully holding his seal-whiskers out of the way, proceeded to breathe life back into his crushed lungs.
There was little I could do, however, but slow his slide through death's dark doors. His bodied was crushed beyond repair and soon he would be no more. Tabian, thankfully, had a stroke of genius, and turned to one who could help, enemy of Amber though she is - Lexi. He called upon her, and for her own reasons, she came. And turning her might upon the shadow of Amber itself, brought Lewis back from the brink, before turning, a dark look in her eye, and stepping back to her own domain. Lewis returned to his human form, and asked Gavaine to call upon the Queen. She understood the import of our situation and brought us to her chambers, then taking Gavaine's limp form from my arms, she went into the castle's dark dungeons to find Random, our father and source of The Pattern's recent troubles. In his madness he had caused this plight, and his sacrifice alone could end it.
Soon after, grail filled with freely-given blood, the queens of Rebma and Amber in support, Lewis drank deeply, and then assayed the pattern, it's fires springing back up, stronger than ever, behind him. Exhausted, but fully healed, he arrived back with us in Amber's Queen's chambers , with her by his side, and sank into a deep sleep, his quest completed, Rebma restored and healing one more possible for all of us.
Epilogue:
Gavaine was offered a royal gift. He turnd it down, saying that serving Amber was its own reward.
I walked the pattern. Which means I got a shiny pack of trump cards with all of your faces on them. Go me.
Lewis has been adopted into the family, as the Queen's younger brother. Tabian got to tell him when he woke up. I suspect Tabian was the happier of the two.
Random's whereabouts and condition are unknown.
If you actually made it to the end of this, leave me a comment saying so. I'm dreadfully interested.
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Date: 2006-12-01 07:59 pm (UTC)I've never played AMBER but a member of our gaming group is keen for us to have a go some time; we have the sourcebook.
Really like the Zelazny books.
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Date: 2006-12-01 08:58 pm (UTC)I've not played many other diceless games - I can see them working for some things, but not for others.
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Date: 2006-12-04 11:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-01 09:18 pm (UTC)Note: I didn't read the whole thing.
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Date: 2006-12-01 11:19 pm (UTC)