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Post by Admin on Nov 22, 2022 7:30:05 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/qMBZm3j/Anna-Mae~jpg She takes the case in both hands and rubs it. She hands it back after a minute. "Those are the real deal and you are a mystery. You couldn't turn that painting of Amber into a useable card?"
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Post by Dante on Nov 22, 2022 15:03:38 GMT
He shakes his head with a sigh, "I had no real description of what Amber itself looked like beyond vagaries or it struck as too similar to the place I came from, the one with the crystal castle. I tried many variations but none seemed sufficient to the task alas."
He takes back the case and resecures it upon his belt.
Then he looks at her curiously, "why are you so convinced that it would be impossible for me to have learned the art as I described? I mean it was certainly complicated no doubt and many times I wanted to give up in frustration..."
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Post by Admin on Nov 23, 2022 1:27:20 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/qMBZm3j/Anna-Mae~jpg "Everyone else skilled at card tricks learned from a mentor, other than the originator, Dworkin.
"If you can't draw us a way to Amber, I guess we are stuck in this town."
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Post by Dante on Nov 23, 2022 2:14:56 GMT
Dante sighs and shrugs "maybe if I had a clearer image of Amber to work with I could make something."He leans back a little and smiles slightly "and if not...at least we've stimulating conversations to be had. Unless you're here with someone "
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Post by Admin on Nov 23, 2022 2:52:42 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/qMBZm3j/Anna-Mae~jpg "Too bad. You reminded me of the spider who spins its web and then goes to live in the web, the dreamer who lives in his dream. Unless all this is already your dream.
"No, I'm here alone, you naughty boy. Such dreams in broad daylight!" she says with a smile.
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Post by Admin on Nov 23, 2022 3:55:33 GMT
The growing intimacy between Dante and Anna Mae is interrupted by the tavern door opening. Now, of course, in a busy place like this, the doors are always opening to let people in and out, but sometimes, this is one of those times, the door opens in just a way to catch everyone's attentionwindold winds blows into the bar scented faintly of chrysanthemum. Anna Mae tears her eyes from Dante's and looks at the tall man entering the room, and her eyes widen in recognition.
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The wise know about Shadow and that there exist ways to move among them. Many think it a simple process of change until a destination is reached. Those of greater wisdom and knowledge realize that the ways of Shadow are not so linear; that the stuff of the worlds waxes and wanes, densities change, viscosities shift, so that the shortest and quickest path between worlds is rarely the straight and narrow one.
explainso explain why Ovid spent many weeks hunting paths through Shadow, from world to world, danger to danger, until he reached Jidrash. The note was from Lord Rein, his old friend and near-father, asking him to pick up a few crates of pickled Kashfan peppers on his way back to Amber. Rein liked his peppers mixed in with his morning pitcher of caeuring to his hourly shots as a flavouring of vodka. The old man needed to keep his. juices This was this propensity for the bottle that made Ovid haul Rein to the Golden Sands hoping to dry him out. But it was there that Rein met Simone DelAmbre, and after a quick engagement, they were wed, and the drinking increased in pace. The misery too. If Ovid is the kind of person with a conscience, he may feel guilt for enabling this.
Wrangling shadow is wearisome work, and it is a parched Ovid who enters Ram's Run, having heard good things about the lounge. All look at him as he stands on the threshold. One woman, in particular, is familiar to him, but he can't place her.
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Post by Dante on Nov 23, 2022 13:51:57 GMT
Dante chuckles at her playful jab at his words but his retort is cut short at the sound of the door opening, something telling him that there was something about this individual, something different to the rest of the patrons of this establishment. He rarely sensed such things so when he did he payed attention. As such, he noted the look of recognition Mae had at seeing this man, and without taking his eyes off of the man, taking in the details of him from how he carries himself and body language to what they're wearing as far as clothing, armor and weaponry, he asks her pleasantly, "Friend of yours?"
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Post by Ovid on Nov 23, 2022 15:49:25 GMT
Ovid would find some way to dry Rein out. Though he weighed if it would be for his friend's betterment or not. Looking up at the sign for the Rams Run he felt the tinge of familiarity for so many places like it before. His eyes swept over the place as he opened the door. He stood tall almost regally as his eyes roamed the room. Ovid's head tilted ever so slightly at the recognition of the woman. He was dressed sharply in a long coat. (Though not the same person. Ovid is clean shaven, the intensity of his look is the same.) Long dark hair hung straight behind him and his eyes even at this distance looked to be a brighter shade then brown. At his side was a satchel and something much more then a walking stick was held in one hand and rested on the ground. It shined like wet darkness or perhaps glass catching the light. A type of mace ? hunting scenes were worked along the haft. He lifted the device and strode into the room heading to the bar for a drink. Taking out some coins native to Amber. "Barkeep, something cool, if you have the such and frothy which I know you have." finally the sharp almost predatory look ended with a brief smile and nod.
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Post by Admin on Nov 24, 2022 4:46:40 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/qMBZm3j/Anna-Mae~jpg The barman pulls a pint of bitter ale and slides it down the bar to Ovid. "Lord Ovid, we were just talking about you," the woman calls to him from further down the bar.
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Post by Ovid on Nov 24, 2022 12:47:51 GMT
Ovid lifts the pint to the woman then walks over. "I hope it was good, or at least, interesting talk." He tries to place the woman and company. If there is a seat among them he takes it. "Hello, one and all." a slow nod of his head to everyone.
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Post by Dante on Nov 27, 2022 20:55:00 GMT
Dante doesn't give away anything but rolls with what she said and says casually "why yes, she was just telling me about you sir...clearly her description didn't do you justice." He says in a gregarious tone
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Post by Ovid on Nov 28, 2022 14:12:44 GMT
"Well than, you know me by way of talk. Can I have your name then Sir ?" Ovid looks to Dante as he relaxes into his chair. "I'll pay for the next round if you all like ?"
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Post by Dante on Nov 28, 2022 14:14:46 GMT
Dante nods at the offer, "Dante Frost, nice to meet you and your offer is greatly appreciated. So, if you don't mind my asking, what brings you to this lovely little corner of reality?"
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Post by Ovid on Nov 28, 2022 15:18:22 GMT
Ovid reaches out to shake the mans hand, "Well met Mr. Frost." "Oh my thirst more then anything else. A small quest for a friend as well. To pick up some local peppers." "How about yourself ?"
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Post by Dante on Nov 28, 2022 15:37:18 GMT
Dante accepts the handshake, and nods "generous of you to run an errand for a friend in this unpleasant weather...I'm...waiting, trying to make my way to a place called Amber as a matter of fact, but as it turns out with the storms going on, all shipping from the city is impossible so, I'm making myself comfortable for the time being. Fortunately I've had the pleasant company of this lovely young lady here" he gestures towards Anna Mae.
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