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Post by Lorelei on Aug 17, 2023 19:41:35 GMT
As some might remember (or dig through the 'Out of Charcter Discusion' thread to find) I had talked about the possibility of resurrecting old characters before finally creating Lorelei... Recently, someone found my old (I thought deleted at site closure) Geocities game site. It was still a work in progress when the campaign folded, but it contained the log between Selene and Nick which I will copy below for your enjoyment. Selene Hendrake (Daughter of Brand)
There is a long black-haired, pale-skinned young woman who has been seen around the castle grounds half a dozen, or so, times in the last few years. More often than not she has been carrying a drawing pad which suggest she is an artist, possibly of Trump. Whenever anyone has tried to approach her, she has disappeared by breaking their line-of-sight and leaving no trail to follow. Only two things are certain... First, there is a very strong family resemblance... and second, the last time she was seen, she was dashing up the stairway to Tir... Nick Calloway (Son of Brand) geocities.restorativland.org/Area51/Cavern/6999/Nick.htmlNick showed up in Amber about two years or so after the Patternfall War. He was brought there by Fiona, who explained that Brand had abandoned the poor chap out in Shadow, and was ignorant of anything Amberish. Because of his ignorance, he was allowed to stay, with Auntie Fiona acting as his patron, at least in the early years. It became obvious that Nick was troubled, but after he walked the Pattern (proving he was the blood of Amber), he seemed to settle down, and become more normal, less bizarre in some of his behavior. He's not exactly a people person, but he's polite and courteous. He's spent the remaining years in Amber, with only short forays out into Shadow (normally accompanied by someone). Rumors abound about him. The facts that are known about him are thus: He's a drunkard, much like Random or Corwin when they were younger (or older, take yer pick), and it seems his favorite drink is laundanum (an opium derivative). He smokes. He is also a musical prodigy, and his favorite instrument is the violin, electric or otherwise, normally otherwise in Amber. Quite often, he locks himself in his room, taking his meals in there. During these times, it's said he simply composes his music, and has indeed produced some of the common music about Amber nowadays. Most of it is incredibly depressing however, but some waltzes have made their way into popularity. He doesn't have any strong ties to any of his family as of yet, though Fiona might be an exception. Neither are talking on the issue. While he is not close to Vialle, he is known to pay her social calls, and seems quite fond of her as well. He also has yet to have a 'date' with any lady in Amber, though there are some that are quite willing...producing another ton of rumors. Some of those include that he lost his lady love in Shadow, that he's some sort of priest or has taken vows of chastity, and that he's gay (after all, he *is* a musician). Anyone who has shown up in Amber after this time might have met Nick on social occasions or been dumped into Nick's lap for a tour of the castle. So, it is entirely possible that quite a few characters have met him. Anyone wishing to establish a background between their character and Nick, feel free to email me. Otherwise, it can easily be assumed that their character may have met him...and he was polite and somewhat creepy, and that's that. . . .
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Post by Lorelei on Aug 17, 2023 19:43:34 GMT
Chapter 1: A Midnight Visit
It was dark, and some noise woke me. I, in my eleven years of experience, lay there very still, waiting to hear something else. Normally, I would have passed it off as a servant, but most of them were also in bed...and the noise didn't sound like it was coming from outside. It sounded like it came from inside.
Upon not hearing anything else, I eased my grip from the sheets, and looked over the blankets. My father was standing there, looking at me with a strange look on his face, one I had never seen before. It took me a while to place it, but when I did, I was amazed, and please. He was looking at me affectionately, as in, 'he was fond of me'.
I grew excited at that, but wary too. Father was weird sometimes, and his moods changed quickly. He made me nervous.
We looked at each other for what seemed to be eternity before he sat down on the bed beside me, and gently drew the blankets down a bit more, so he could see more than the top of my head. Once he was closer, I could see that he wasn't normally in the suits I was used to seeing him in. He looked like he was dressed casually, but it was hard to tell. It was night, after all, and I was never allowed a nightlight even though sometimes my nightmares were like a force of nature.
He slowly reached a hand out to me, until it rested on the top of my head. I felt something then, but I didn't know exactly what. It was sort of a tingling, spreading out from his hand to my head and on down. It was nice, and felt safe. I relaxed some, and he smiled--that much I could see, though his expression remained odd still. Again I say, it was dark, and I was eleven.
"Don't worry, baby-boy," he said softly while stroking my hair. "I could never hurt you." His eyes got that far-away look to them, and a chill run through me. I quickly ignored that, though. "I thought...."
He fell silent again, thinking his own thoughts. I lay there, almost sitting, but not quite, waiting for his next word. He had a habit of doing that, sometimes, and a knack for making people hang on his every word. I had watched him do it to my mother enough times, and to myself as well. It didn't matter how much I hated him, or how much Mother did. In the end, we always came around.
"...but that's not important," he finally finished softly. "I found a replacement, so you don't have to worry any." Replacement for what? I thought, but didn't dare ask. He stopped stroking my head (which by now I was actually grateful for--sometimes Father didn't know his own strength), and reclined a little on the bed. "You'll be safe in this little place until I come back."
Then he did something I never forgot--he leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead, like Mother did when tucking me in. I felt that warm tingle again, like an energy passing from him to me, and smiled at him. He smiled back. It was straight out of a Rockwell painting. After that, he stood and walked away from the bed, towards the wall. As he walked, some sort of...ribbons appeared around him, in all sorts of wondrous colors.
Then he folded upon himself, and disappeared, leaving only those ribbons behind. I screamed, reaching for the bedside light. Sure enough, he was gone when I fumbled it on. I screamed again, for Mother. She was there in seconds.
"Nicky?" she asked, looking rumpled in her robe. She swiftly sat on the bed beside me as I pointed at the spot where he had vanished, eaten, folded. Whatever.
"F-Father was here! He d-disappeared!" I clutched at my mother, and in vain tried to get her to see the last of the ribbons. Alas, they disappeared as I watched, and when she finally turned her head, they were gone altogether.
"Nicky," she said in a soothing tone. "It was just a bad dream." She gave me a hug, and I clung to her, sobbing now. She smelled wonderful, as she always did. Wonderful and comforting. "You know you get them after your father's been gone a while...it's alright, sweetheart." She leaned back from the hug, breaking my grip on her, "Go back to sleep, ok?"
"But he was h-here! I saw him!" I was frantic to get her to understand, but she clucked her tongue and shook her head.
"No more of that now," she said in her disapproving voice which meant all comfort was over with now. "Go back to sleep. I have an important breakfast tomorrow, and I can't miss any sleep."
I wiped my tears away, straightening up. My parents had always had that effect on me. Give me an order, and I obey. It was inbred, I think. Mother was the same way with her father, and I'm sure Father was the same way with his. Still, I wished she would let me sleep in her bed with her tonight, as she had done when I was littler and had bad dreams.
She stood, and turned the lamp off. She closed the door firmly behind her as I forlornly watched. I turned back, now almost blind in the dark, to look at where Father had disappeared. He said he'd come back. He promised, I thought as I lay back down. I was almost over the shock of the scene now. He's not dead or anything. It was...it was....magic. I bet he's a really powerful sorcerer or something, and that's why he's gone all the time, to fight off the ... well, bad guys...I guess. And maybe sometimes things don't go right, so that's why he's upset alot. I bet so. I bet. It's not like he's not coming back, but...what did he mean by a replacement?
And so thinking, I fell asleep that night. It's wonderful how children's minds are flexible. How they adapt. How they protect themselves. It's unfortunate that we lose that ability at some point after we are no longer innocent. I have often wondered at his words, and always fail to suppress a chill in remembering.
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Post by Lorelei on Aug 17, 2023 19:44:55 GMT
Chapter 2: Juliana
When I first saw her, I didn't think much of her. I was at a recital. Mostly, I was there to give the parents and other such observers an opportunity to see what little Johnny or Janey could turn into with some practice. I was there so it wouldn't be a wasted trip for them, but I didn't mind. I love performing.
Of course, I was sober for this. It wouldn't do to pass out in front of people, or start singing impromptu. And since I wasn't inebriated, that meant having visions.
The visions have been around for as long as I can remember, most days. Then, most days, I normally can't remember where I live either. I think they started after my Father left us. At any rate, since some point (traumatic point the shrinks say) I could see things, see different people. Ghosts. Spirits. Things that have yet to be, or have been, or would never be. I was never quite certain on what they meant, if anything. Mostly, they were a jumble of images that didn't add up, a crazy quilt of insanity, knitted together by my damned head.
I had seen her only briefly while I was on stage. Just some lower class person here to see a brother or sister. It was after the recital, when families were collecting their own. I had given a brilliant performance (as always), and was milling sociably through the crowd, accepting praise. I bumped into her then, and turned to apologize. It was her eyes that caught me, first blue, then flickered to green and violet. I cursed aloud then, and she stepped back in surprise, but the visions had caught me again, when I wasn't expecting it. Much like relatives dropping in for a visit...and their dog just piddled on the rug.
Her eyes did catch me though, and keep me looking, though by all rights I should have wrenched my eyes away from her. They were...so kind. So loving. The rest of her changed in microseconds, flipping from one face to another, but the eyes were the same. Differently colored at points, but they were all the same expression of tenderness. I had never seen such loveliness before in my life. It was like looking into another person's soul, and finding what one expected there...a perfect being, something to be worshipped like (Father) God.
I shook my head, and suddenly everything cleared. I caught the trail end of one of those inane questions like 'are you alright', and just waved the inquisitor away. What I saw before me was those same eyes that had entranced me so attached to a rather homely looking girl, that was one of the 'punks' you read so much about in the news. Her hair was a shock of electric blue, and her clothes clung too tight (and clashed horribly with one another, except the black jacket) to her rather pudgy frame. I said what came to mind, "Good Lord!"
The girl, that lovely slip of a girl, reeled back wounded by my expression and vehemenance on the matter, and slapped me. I never said it was an auspicious start.
I threw myself down on my knees, "Fair lady! I beg your forgiveness!" At that, everyone looked on at me as if I was insane, her included. "I love you!" I cried impulsively. "Marry me!"
At that, she giggled, and relaxed. It was lovely. Contrite as you please, she answered, "Only if you get up off your knees, dear."
Since then, we hit it off wonderfully. She was the most exquisite and sensitive creature to ever grace this Earth. Her name was Juliana, though I called her Juliet after that play, and we fell madly in love. She had fallen into the 'punk' atmosphere because one needed to blend in to survive in the lower classes. I moved out of my house, and into an apartment on the lower side of town, much to Mother's shock and disapproval. I dyed my hair, and wore the clothes of the poor people, the leathers and tight shirts, with loud colors and metal spikes. I did whatever my Juliet wished; I would have given her the stars had she asked for them. We did, eventually, plan to marry. We shared kisses and held hands. I wrote song after song for her, and she wrote poems for me that I treasure to this day. For her, I gave up the laundanum, and the heroin. I even cut my drinking down, and started to learn to deal with my delusions. It was hard, but she was worth it.
It all ended horribly and miserably, you know. That's what happens. That's why the two people involved in these affairs are called 'star-crossed'. It was over an argument about me getting a job, like the poor folk, of all the silly things. She didn't want me to, and I wanted to. She wanted me to protect my hands, and I said I didn't care. She called me a selfish bastard, and I hit her.
I can still see that moment.
She falls, and I'm too late to catch her. Even some part of me thinks, "Good. She hurt me; she deserves it." I hear a loud crack as her head hits the coffee table, and suddenly, my heart stops. I rush to her side, but it's too late. I cradle her head, and my hand comes back bloody. I scream.
And that's about all I remember. Everything's rather a blur after that, but...that's all I care to remember. I don't even care to remember that, but I can't forget it. A slap started this relationship...and a slap ended it. Forever.
I hate that word, don't you? Forever. For-Ever. For Ever.
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Post by Lorelei on Aug 17, 2023 19:46:04 GMT
Chapter 3: The Asylum
Here we are: the chapter in my life that everyone else tends to find the juiciest bits of gossip from. "Oh, that Nick? He's insane. He spent time out in Shadow...well, you know, heavily sedated...and the things he did to put himself away! It would just shock the living daylights out of you. Well, no, he didn't try to kill his brother as Prince Corwin did...and no, he didn't try to destroy everything as Prince Brand did...but he is Brand's son, and you know what that means..."
Oh, stuff it. All of you.
How would the lot of you know what I did to get in there? Well, you may now, since you're reading this, and it wasn't the killing that got me landed in that place. No, it was what came afterwards, or so I was told. Do I even know for sure? No. That's what happens when you're out of your mind. But they told me it took five men to drag me away from her body, and that I slew two of them with my bare hands. If any credit is given to those stories, I tore one of their throats out.
No, what got me landed in that place was bureacracy. The killings, or murders if please you, were pardoned me, since I was out of my mind. Insane, for you laymen. Juliana's death was ruled accidental. So, why did I end up in that hellhole? Because of the government and the fact that it was "for my own good". Mother's money, for once, couldn't buy me out of trouble. Father? Like he was anywhere to be seen for years, though later I wished he would come and spirit me away. I learned very carefully to watch what you wish for from that one.
No, there were all sorts of governmental standards that had to be kept up, and a mandatory year in the asylum for what I did for "observational purposes". After that year was up, I was not seen fit to be reintroduced into society (especially high society, as I really was quite raving mad by then), so they kept me for another year. After that one was up, and I felt sane again, they still kept me. For observation. Another year passed, and another, and finally, they drove me insane again, so as to legitimize their claim. That's the government for you. Now you know why I hate democracies. Give me a King and his axeman to do you in the quick, clean way.
I was there for several years of that Shadow's time. Of my home's time. What was it like, you ask? I could give you words to describe it, but they wouldn't adequately cover it. Have you seen One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest? That will start to describe it, but it was much more horrible than that.
For instance, they didn't have regulations on doctors there. Doctors were seen as a breed apart almost: not from high society, but not exactly low anymore either. It was a rare socialite who got their hands dirty with things like blood, so that left the low-born. It was a way for them to get out of their situation. Most of the government is the low-born, but the money that runs them is from us, the upper crust. Doctors fell inbetween. That, and the fear they wielded was something fierce to see. Why? Because it was 'all for good of man'. Mercy, healing, these things were seen as precious. Yet there was none. Or rather, cruelty and vengeance disguised as mercy. So, the government was sympathetic to the doctors, their position being much the same. And wasn't it good to be healed? To be whole? This place, my home, thought so as well, and so gave the doctors free reign to do what they will in the pursuit of healing. Human experiments? Better than cruelty to animals. Radical new therapies? All the better to heal you with. Cut you to let the demons out? Why, how cute.
Ah, yes. I hate doctors too.
I never was sick as a child, nor hurt myself. Mother never was either, and I don't believe Father ever visited one of those 'quacks' either. I remember wondering if Father was ever a doctor at some point. He seemed to hold these in contempt. No matter. The point of that is: I never had to see one before I was committed involuntarily.
Their practices are barbaric and medievel. Anything to make the patient better. Anything. It didn't matter if you were in for just the flu, they'd try something new and see if that worked better. I heard at one point, leeches were fashionable as a cold-cure.
So, you see, it's most likely quite a blessing that I don't remember much of my time there. If I did, I might be bent towards going back there, and 'fixing' them, as they 'fixed' me. Sometimes it was lax and dull, but always when you thought they'd forgotten about you and your ills, they came around again. One thing about it though; they did have good drugs.
The first years are a blur. The visions were nonstop, and all seemed to be bloody in nature, making me bloody in nature. I was sedated most of the time, with some shock therapy thrown in for fun, but when I wasn't, I tore the restraints off, and wreaked havoc with them. I have tried to tear such fabrics and restraints since, and find I cannot, so I must chalk that up to sheer lunatic strength, coupled with my natural strength. Could you imagine the blood of Amber on adrenaline? Frightening thought, especially if it was Gerard, no?
The doctors tried some 'radical' new therapies with me, and even more so after they learned how fast I shook off the drugs, and how quickly I healed, without leaving a scar. Surely, I'm no Corwin, but compared to Shadow-folk? You see my point. I was their favorite playtoy for a long, long time. Even so, I believe they ended up doing me a favor. While the torture continued, my mind retreated into the further parts of itself, and started to put itself back together. Coherency came in bits and pieces. A moment here. A second there. But slowly, cognizance came back to me, and I realized where I was, and what happened to land me there. I grieved then, more completely and truly that my rage beforehand. They promptly sedated me, of course.
So, now, after my fits of crying were done, I asked to be released. The nice doctor told me after my review. When my review came up a month later (by then, I could figure out what they had done to me in the meantime by what they tried in that last month), I was told that I wasn't fixed yet. That I was still manic-depressive. I told them that I was, and that couldn't be changed. They said nonsense, and threw me back in.
Fast forward a couple more years, this one with full cognizance of what they did. All I can thank the gods above and below for is that they didn't try to lobotomize me. I'm not sure I could have recovered from that one, Blood of Amber or no.
Hmm. When I say 'full cognizance', that's a bit of a lie. There were times when the visions were overpowering, mostly when ... well, you can guess. Of course, those fools didn't know what brought on my 'psychotic episodes'. Or if they did, they feigned ignorance, because here they had a marvelous test subject and they didn't wish to let him go. As long as they could safely prove to themselves that I could be dangerous to society, they could keep me. I wept myself to sleep at nights, and tried to escape several times. Here, my lunatic strength failed me, and I was often carted back to my bed and strapped in unceremoniously. They didn't even trust me enough to give me a violin to play. They were afraid I'd crack it over the head of a nurse, or shove the bow through an orderly. I can't say the thought hadn't crossed my mind a few times.
It was at this dispairing point that I got a visitor one night. It was late, and I was wakeful, having bad dreams. The drugs had worn off, as they normally did around that time, and I tossed and turned, alternating staring up at the ceiling, or down at the floor.
I felt, rather than saw, those rainbow trails again. I can't tell you how my heart leapt at the sight of him, captured in moonlight. It was my father...and he hadn't changed at all. I thought I was dreaming, but then he spoke, and I knew then that he was real.
"Fine bunch of help you turned out to be," he sneered, waving his hand around as if to illustrate the room. My hopes fell. It was him alright, but none of this 'I-love-you-you're-my-son' mentality this time around. It was his other. I believe he was manic depressive too, but I was never certain if it was all just an act or not.
I sat up in bed, watching him look around the room in disdain. "I had plans for you," he went on to say, locking those green eyes of fire onto mine, "but this ruined it." He had plans...for me? He had been thinking about me? He had...
With a final sniff, he uttered, "Via con diablos, kid." And he was gone, like some ethereal vision. I couldn't take it, and screamed. I fell onto the floor, weeping and begging him to come back, to save me from this place. When my prayers weren't answered, I hit the floor over and over again, the frustration too much for me. It was all eerily too much like the last time I saw him, except there was no comforting Mother present.
They sedated me...again...of course. After that, I started to lose it, but willingly this time. What use to resist it if there was no hope? What use to escape if there was nothing to look forward to? So, I let myself go crazy. I let the visions wash over me, and I let my rages take control. I let myself cry and I even learned how to vomit at will (a more useful skill than you would think, ectually), so they would bitch and complain and beat me. I wished it all on myself. Mostly, though, I wished for death.
So, now, you can see why, gentle reader, I don't discuss that time of my life. It was something fated for me to experience, I believe, but it has not made me a better person. I despise all that cheery ka-ka about fate and predestination and how everything's for the better. It isn't. Life isn't like that. It's hard, and dirty, and nasty. I cherish it all the same...now...but it's too easy for me to remember how it was to yearn for death. And it's far too easy for me to slip backwards into that behavior again. I forget myself for a moment, and it all comes crashing back to me in an irresistable tidal wave.
Ye gods, I need a drink.
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Post by Lorelei on Aug 17, 2023 19:47:12 GMT
Chapter 4: Beloved Sister, Indifferent Aunt
So, there I was in the asylum. I had gone mad willingly. I was miserable, and wanted to die. Is everyone caught up? Good.
Recently, I've had a question from one of you. "Why, good sir, do you tell this story in segments that don't match? Why is it not continuous?" Let me tell you...who would want to read the boring parts? Surely, important things happened to me in my childhood, and young teenagehood, and even adulthood. But do you really want to read all the tedious details? Do you want to read that I got up, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and so forth? I didn't think so. So be quiet, and let me tell my tale how I will.
Days passed into each other in an unending blur. I had visions, I ate, I slept. That was the whole sum of my existence, other than a trip down the orange hallway now and again, to have blood drawn, shocks administered, pieces cut off, and the like.
There was a rattle in my cage some morning. I think it was a Tuesday. An orderly walked in, then a doctor, then one who was neither. Her hair was fire-kissed as was my father's and her form was similar to his, except much more feminine. I looked at her hands: small and thin, with delicate fingers and trimmed nails. She was no commoner. She was one of us. I looked up, and her eyes was his. I screamed then, and threw myself at her, yearning to tear those eyes out of her head. The orderly beat me with his stick, until her voice cut clear of the haze.
"Enough." He stopped. I cringed.
"Doctor," she said with an accent so faint I'm sure none other could hear it, "is this how you treat you patients?"
"Ma'am, some of them are like that. They are violent, as you have seen yourself just now."
"Why doctor," she said, smooth as summer silk, "My nephew was just happy to see me."
Nephew? I thought, as the doctor gaped, and blustered an apology. I had been right--she was from my father's side then, and suddenly I felt ashamed of myself. She went on to talk to him, while I sat there, blood trickling down the back of my neck. It couldn't be, I kept thinking, but it was. And I knew it. I didn't know how, but I did.
I studied her again, and I saw other familiar features, some of which I shared. Our hands, of course, were both similar to Father's, but the resemblance did not end there. I could catalogue them for you, but let me move on.
The long and the short of it was that she got me out of that place. They bathed me, and fixed my head (with stitches for the cut), and I let them. They dressed me in my clothes, sorely mismatched from when I was thrown in here. While I was never robust, they hung off my frame now indicating the weight I had lost. When I looked in the mirror, my eyes were nothing but hollows in my skull, and a beard graced my jaw. I was...unkempt, and a stranger to myself. They wanted to shave me, but I forbade them that for fear that one of them would "slip" and my throat would be cut.
One lesson I learned there, and learned it well: Trust no one.
They released me to her care, and we walked out into the sunlight and to her car. I fumbled with the door, until she gave an exasperated tsk and opened it for me. She went round the other side, and entered, turning to face me.
"I don't know you," I said slowly, frowning.
"Look at me," she replied. "Really look at me."
I did as she bade, memorizing her features. Things shifted as some of the visions started to cloud my head, and it was hard to concentrate. Then, it came to me...she wasn't changing at all. Not one bit. Not an iota...not even her clothes. And there was something else, some sort of ... sort of...
"That's enough," she said briskly, touching my hand gently. The visions were suddenly gone, and I blinked rapidly as a headache came on. "You may call me Fiona. And you are Nick. Brand's son."
I nodded dumbly. What else was there to do?
"We're leaving now. I'm taking you to your true home, where..." she hesistated, "...you will be safe." All this was said in a monotone, without inflection. What she was really saying was thus: I'm taking you where I want you to be, where I can watch you. I'm taking you away from this place because you are dangerous. I'm taking you away...and you better not forget it. I nodded warily, but couldn't help but to feel warm to her, as she rescued me. How could I not be grateful?
She started driving, though I wasn't sure to where, exactly. She said little, except to tell me that Brand, Father(God), was her full brother, as was Bleys. She told me the rest of their names, my half-uncles and half-aunts, those that were still alive, at any rate. She handed me a deck to go through, and put the faces to names. The cards were slippery and something cold, but interesting. She took them back once the lesson was done, and said nothing else. After a small while, she stopped the car, and bade me to get out. It was a dark wilderness, and it frightened me. I could see...things...Shadows....moving in the darkness. In irritation, she yanked the door open, and yanked me out as easily as if I were a child.
Once I was out, and whimpering, she showed me another card. "Look at it." I did so, feeling it in my hands. It was of a castle, of a beautiful castle, and I felt all those fairytales my mother told me when I was younger come rushing back. I wanted to be there, and watched in amazement as the card unfolded in my hands, becoming more real and vibrant, more...more...more...is the only way to describe it. She laughed, like a child would, and it was gay.
"I can see you hold some of Brand's intellect in your head, but not much, do you? No matter, take my hand, and pass it like so..." I did as she bade, and watched her step into the scene, and watched her on the other side, carrying a case of sorts, it looked. I looked at my surroundings, and it was the same dark forest. Something was moving in the darkness. It wanted my heat, my warmth, my life. I looked back through the card, and eerily, she was looking at me, though she couldn't possibly be.
She just watched as the bushes near me rumbled, and in haste I moved forward, and found myself beside her suddenly. She nodded then, and plucked the card from my nerveless hand. The case, it ended up, was my violin. I took that from her, my aunt, when she handed it to me, and that was that.
That was how I came to be here, in Amber, at the least. I will spare you the bloody details, but it turned out Father was not well liked here, something of a rogue, an outlaw. It took some sifting through rumor to learn the tale that had undone him, and when I did, my heart sank. I even cursed him when I learned I had a trueborn brother Rinaldo, and I was just Brand's bastard son. That drove me mad again for a time, as rage coursed though my veins. I ended up in the castle dungeon for that one, with a rather nice etching upon the wall. I stayed there for a long while, until Random, both my uncle and my King now, felt it safe to let me out again.
I tried to hunt Fiona down, and talk to her, but she avoided me easily and deftly. In the open, she was indifferent at best, and privily it was like I did not exist. I owed her, that was true, but it was more to my thinking that my aunt might have felt pity for me, or something... That nothingness was too much like Father, but at least she didn't go out of her way to make me miserable. That was easy enough by myself.
And here, the visions nearly ended. Not quite...I think they shall always be with me, to the end of my days...but almost. This place was Real you see, blessedly Real, and there was no immediate reflections, no possibilities that I could catch glimpse of. That, and the Pattern ended it for me.
I don't believe they were going to allow me to walk it at all. After the first few days, I felt...power? I felt the castle walls vibrating with it, and smelled it in the air. I longed for that, and suddenly, it was an obession. I traced the walls of the castle, I hunted on my hands and knees, much to the gapings of the staff and family alike. I looked everywhere, and when it seemed I would not find it, I did.
I won't go any further, as I believe that's all you really need to know. Did I walk it? Of course I did. It granted me freedom, and sanity once more. Ever after than moment, my mind was mine. Mostly, at the least.
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Post by Lorelei on Aug 17, 2023 19:48:35 GMT
Chapter 5: Life in Amber
My life in Amber...has been an interesting one, and--contrary to popular belief--not always been in Amber, just as my existence here hasn't always been a drunken one.
First, I must say that I wasn't accustomed to it at all. The place where I was raised at I was of high society. It didn't matter how strangely I acted, I would always be seated with politicians and nobles, Kings and Queens, above all those of the lowborn. I could be bizarre or "eccentric", and get away with it, except with mayhap a snipe or two taken at my family in the papers. That was it.
Being the bastard son of a Prince, however, has left me open to many slanderous remarks, and not all of them untrue. The Royal Family here, of course, is almost beyond reproach. Almost. Gossip flies, but it's hushed quickly, and most of it made up from what I gather. Whatever shield I might have had by virtue of my blood was stripped from me in the light of knowing my Father had been married to someone else other than my mother. My brother sits high in the Queen's eyes. I visit Her Grace with all courtesy, but am not granted the same protection he is.
I still argue that my home Shadow was slowtime, and thus if my father and mother were married, they would have been before Jasra and he. Unfortunately, when I asked my mother if they were, she hid her eyes from me, and bade me not to speak of my father at all. So, answers weren't forthcoming, from any party. Certainly not my Father, though I have a few questions for him now that I wished I had had knowledge of the last time I saw him.
At any rate, the where's and how's and why's of my dubious heritage aren't to be discussed here, save to say that it made my life here harsh.
Shall I speak of uncles and aunts with accusing eyes? They were, or are, kind enough really, and none can surpass my uncle Gerard for love of family. Safe to say he is the only one of the elders thus far that have judged me on my merits. Whenever I see him, he tells me to 'lighten up', but that's still as far as even his warmth goes. He's gone away from the castle much too much anyhow. Random ignores me, even as his ladywife doesn't. She ... sees ... rather clearly at times, and has treated me kindly. For fear that I might besmirch her good name in some way I can't see, I keep my visits to my gracious aunt-by-marriage to a minimum.
Lovely Florimel and I hit it off right away, but it was all social pleasantries and graces. We've danced a few times, and shared many a jest, but that's the end of it. She's careful to be sweet and kind, but only in the shallowest of ways...as is expected of her. I have heard of the part she played in Corwin's tale, so her attitude doesn't surprise me. She's friendly enough to keep me in good graces with her, but distant enough so that if a friendship is frowned upon, it would be as though it had never been. Of Uncle Corwin? I've never met the man, myself.
Fiona and Bleys are too alike, they might as well been twins. You doubt me? Look again. Look and look and look. Fiona's attitude I have described before, and Bleys' is no different. Other than a welcoming clap on the shoulder that nearly broke it, and a hearty 'Welcome to the family'...that was about all I've seen of him.
Who else? Mysterious and silent Llewella...she has my respect, of course, but she has yet to say a word to me, though I've seen her several times at functions. Uncle Julian has said hardly a word to me as well, though I fear that he wants to catch me alone in Arden sometime. Benedict has spoken rarely to me as well, but then again, to whom has he shared confidences with ever?
No. Uncles and aunts can be damned. I pledged fealty to Random, and Amber, and will do my part if asked. That is the end of it. My cousins are of far more interest.
Anelizabet and Arcanus are fascinating. Twins they are, but not alike in hardly any aspect. Arcanus is still a stranger to me, but Anne has spoken to me of him. Both of us generally were in our cups, and even then she had little to say, though alcohol loosens her tongue fiercely. Anne and I are great friends, having similar interests. I think we've partaken of every tavern in Amber town so far, and quite a few that were elsewhere as well. She is as lovely as she is brave, and her sire Corwin should thank the day she was born.
Theodore is a mystery to me, as I'm sure I am to him. We're both artists, but of different types. I bear him no ill will, nor does he have any for me. But...we're just not sociable with each other. He stays in Shadow, and I in Amber, and that is that.
Merlin is a distant cousin. King of Chaos, I've heard rumors that he can't even handle his court down there, much less do anything here in Amber as well. I've also heard with some interest about his brothers. I think I should like to meet them someday, and find out what they have to say about Merlin.
Merlin's son Damien, on the other hand, is warm to me. I took him out into Shadow several times, and showed him how to shift Shadow though he has yet to walk the Pattern. Dark though my eyes may be, his are darker yet...but of the two of us, he is more favored by the family than I. Ironic.
And so there you have the family, with all bright and dark spots revealed. At least those in my eyes. Between them and the gossip (some of which is quite outrageous), my life here was difficult. No, no longer did I wish to die...but I didn't know what I wanted. That can be worse sometimes. I used to lay awake at night pondering that question, and feeling as though I was meant for something great. Something...to leave my mark on the world, as no other did.
With a sigh, I tell you gentle reader, about my last cousin, Martin. He is a bastard son as well, and one of high standing. He is the King's son, but is treated gently here, as he was misused by my father. Martin was the one that Father had chosen for his great task, the means to an end. I know more than a few of my family have figured out the timing of my birth in that slowtime Shadow, and sometimes, it's not just animosity or indifference they show shining in their eyes. Father was always the clever one, or so I've heard, and it makes me wonder sometimes...wonder what he meant me for anyway. I can see him doing it just to vex his family, and myself as well, with questions and imponderables about the meaning of my existence. Father did nothing without reason as far as I knew, even if the reason was obscure and shadowed.
And so I live here, in my father's shadow. I drink, and I write music, and I keep to myself, with occasionally cheery visits from sweet Anne, and darker ones from Damien. I attend the court functions, and behave how I'm supposed to. That part is easy enough; it is what I was bred to do in the first place. I turn a deaf ear to the gossip, and a blind eye to the slights. I just want to find my place here. Mayhap do some great deed that will earn me a bit of respect, and with that respect, solace. I do not know what that would be however, as I am no warrior, nor sorcerer. I am what I am.
After this long and rambling segment, gentle and wise reader, the rest of the story shall unfold. The prologue ends here, and I sincerely hope that you have a greater grasp on the person I am than you did before.
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Post by Lorelei on Aug 17, 2023 19:50:50 GMT
Chapter 6: Cousins, Cousins, Everywhere...
I awoke with a start, refraining from crying out instinctively. Yes, yes, I know. It's all generic, isn't it? How stories start, and how the hero is always right and all that. This is just another start now, hmm? Just another page in some unseen story, and we're all the characters to live or die by some unknown author's whim. But I did awake from some bad dreams. Why they were sent to me I know not, but...I felt they were a warning somehow.
They were composed of mostly my uncle Benedict. He was doing what he does best: killing. Except, in this case, it wasn't some enemy threatening Amber (or perhaps it was, how do I know?); he was killing blood kin, cousins of mine. How I knew they were cousins, I don't know, but as with all dreams, that knowledge is just imparted upon you, known to the depth of your being.
I crawled out of bed in some disarray. I had been on a bender for a few days--the last couple being no more than a blur. My head pounded, but that was already receding thankfully. I somewhat arranged myself and opened the door to my chambers, intending on getting some food, and something to drink. Two guards were there. They succinctly informed me that I was confined to chambers by Julian, yet another uncle, and one who never liked me in the slightest. What a bothersome day this was turning out to be. So, I sent them away for a servant, and shut the door again.
What to do? I pondered this as I sat down in my favorite chair, overstuffed and entirely too comfortable. Sometimes, dreams and visions intertwined until I could not tell them apart. Also, while I don't exactly know what the visions are, or what they mean, sometimes they can be useful. Sometimes, they can be bent to my will. No, no, nothing like using people in the visions, but...well, bother and rot. It'd take days to explain it, and end up explaining nothing. Just keep in mind that sometimes they aren't always unwelcome.
I was deep in my contemplation of them, and wondering where my cousins were when I was startled out of my reverie by a kiss. It wasn't an ordinary kiss, nor was it an ordinary woman who was giving it to me.
I jumped back from surprise, or would have but I was seated. She seemed rather startled as well. I drank in her perfect form, with dark hair and skin like cream, and stammered out a response of sorts, "Gracious lady...I am not...accustomed to being accosted in my bedchamber." That was certainly the truth. "If you would care to explain," I went on, gathering my wits about me as I spoke, "surely I won't need to call for the guards that stand right outside this room." She was wearing the most interesting thing, a sort of tight suit, all in black. I had seen those somewhere before, but the sight of her form in that outfit and my wits all but left me again. Women do tend to do that to me. That's why I stay away from them, but...I digress.
"I really wish you wouldn't," she said in a breathy sigh as she twisted before I could react and seated herself in my lap. Being so close to her, I could see her a bit more in the dim light, with eyes like stars, and skin like cream. Her dark hair framed her angelic face, and my body stirred at the contact. Something which she couldn't have missed. I felt my face flush slightly, but the dim light that made it difficult to see her hid the blush.
Her next words stunned me.
"It simply wouldn't do, baby brother, for me to be put in a position where I would have to break some of Random's toy soldiers."
"Brother?!?" I exclaimed in shock. I nearly vomited in her lap. A sister?!? It wasn't impossible, but it was unlikely, and I felt sick. I still desired her, you see, and that's what made me sick. My own sister. How revolting and disgusting was that? I truly am a sick, sick man.
The shock played across my features. Aristocracy may have trained me well, but not that well. It almost seemed to amuse her, and I prayed silently that she couldn't sense the source of my shock. I hid my face by looking down into my lap, but that didn't help mattes much. "You must be mistaken; I have no sister."
Still, I looked up at her again, and tried to be objective. Here and there, there were resemblances. And she made me uncomfortable. Only family could really do that, with Father being the master of that skill. She rivaled him in that. "Still," I said uncomfortably, "there is more than a passing resemblance. Might I inquire as to what you're doing here, erm, in Amber?"
"My agenda at the moment?" she asked musically. "Obviously I want to spend some time with you... and perhaps with your help, to discover a way to retrieve our father if it's possible at all... Not to mention dealing suitable retribution on the Ass of Arden for this latest insult inflicted on you, dear brother".
Even as my stomach lurched at that (which admittedly could have been left over from my binge), it all served to sharpen my wit again. Only family...only someone who was well and truly insane would want Father back again, to go looking for him in that place. I saw the Abyss once, after I heard where and how he died. Just once was all it took for me to consign him there forever, content with that. And retribution on Julian...? The thought had never occurred to me. Why should it? He was a Prince, and there would be...could be...no retribution against him. That was just the way it was, the way I was raised. Of course, then I had been the aristocrat, but times change.
Thankfully, at that moment, we both heard at the door one of the damned guards say 'Prince Laurence'. Another visitor. It was turning out to be an odd morning alright. Another voice replied, "That's right. Let me in."
I turned to the lady, "This seems to be the night for visitors... I pray, sweet lady, that you have an expediant way out as you did in." I paused, wondering at some trickle of thought for the moment, then added, "If not, I suppose you could hide yourself away in the bath, or a closet, though I'd be loathe to hide..." I stammered , "...ah, such beauty in places such as those." I stood quickly, lifting her onto her feet as I did so, all thoughts of passion escaping me as I urged her onward. "Quickly now, before they find some other reason to mislike me." I gave her a small smile, trying not to frighten her with my own paranoia. Who could this Laurence be? And why visit me? I am a nobody here. Nothing.
"Here," she whispered back slipping a card into my hand. "Call me when you can." She sashayed towards the bathroom as I watched, wondering dumbly how she could be related, and the shame that was. It wasn't until she was out of sight before I tucked away the card in a pocket, and arranged myself for Laurence.
I was just in the nick of time too for no sooner had I seated myself than this tall blond, good-looking man walked into the room. He exuded arrogance, and I misliked him at once. This one had definitely been around family. I paused to consider the lady, and decided that she must have been too. Or something so close it made no difference. He gave me a greeting of, "Hello, cousin." It was a relief to know he wasn't yet another sibling. I had two enough already.
I frowned at him, and affectated an air of bored indifference. Two can play the game. I stood, and gave him a bow. He was a Prince after all, and so must be recognized by one of my aunts or uncles. "And who might I have the pleasure of meeting this good night, good sir?"
No one ever said I was impolite.
I crossed the room to my violin and picked it up, so I had something to do with my nervous hands. The man replied with his name, then pointed towards the bathroom door, "I hope no one is hiding from me in there."
"Look for yourself," I replied, sure that the lady had gone her own way by this time. I started to hunt for the bow of my violin. I found it within seconds, and prepared to draw it across the strings.
"I surely do," he shot back, shrugging. His next words stung me, and shocked me. "So...would you like to talk or something? Or would you prefer to f***?"
A god awful noise screeched out of my violin as I lost control and pushed too hard across them. I couldn't believe what he had just said and gaped at him. Slowly, I gathered myself together, and managed to talk, "I beg your pardon?" Some other thoughts rushed together, with bits of gossip heard around the castle about me, and some things clicked into place. In a tight voice, I added to my question, "Mayhap here's a reason why Julian would confine me to my bedchamber, and mayhap not. If that is your reason for coming here, sir, I am sorry to disappoint you. I am no one's whore." I gestured to the door with the bow, "Do me some small courtesy and take your leave of me now."
No one has ever said that I am not polite.
This man, this...thing...had the audacity to sit down. In my chair. "I guess that would be it as far as introduction goes," he said. I couldn't believe my ears or eyes. "No, that is not the reason why I came here. I wanted to talk, but I had an impression you started to behave not in the proper way..." I was furious; livid; pissed. I could feel one of my black rages tugging at the corners of my mind, urging me to tear his eyes out, and...well, ok, you'll get the point. Use your imagination. "Be polite and I will return the favor."
I almost killed him right there. And if looks could kill, I would have.
"Anyways, if you still want me to leave, I will do so immediately. If you want to talk like a man, well... there is no point in talking when one is not listening, is it?"
I centered myself, and counted to ten. Lather, rinse, and repeated as well. When I was sure of my voice, I replied calmly (at least on the outside), "But...I was polite to you." I think that infuriated me more than anything else, inferring that I was less than gracious with this intruder. I shook my head to clear it, "Your manner of introductions leaves much to be desired, sir. I'm sure Benedict is awaiting you somewhere, somewhen, unless you be an uncle instead of a cousin. Then, it doesn't matter much, does it?" I frowned at myself. This anger was not a part of me, and I shoved it away. It was...unlike me at all. "Leave or stay; it is of no consequence to me."
"Thank you," he said. "You seem not interested to encourage me to start a conversation, but assuming you felt offended, I will understand that. Still, it would help if you could concentrate for a moment. A little of your precious attention would be appreciated, cousin."
Yes, yes. Cousin. I had forgotten in my anger. Ignoring him, but not, I started to play some music. Something soft and soothing to me, a low melody. The sweet notes danced in the air, making this scene almost dramatic in its hilarity.
"I always wanted to meet you," he said. Hmph. Twice in one night. I preferred my other guest more. "So, here I have this chance. Maybe I could get an ally, maybe a friend, maybe not." Definitely not now; thank you very much. "You might reply that starting a conversation from my side by speaking about sex is perhaps not the most fortunate way. You might say that and you might be right. On the other hand, I could argue that ignoring me isn't the best way for a successful meeting as well."
I wasn't ignoring him, but it might have seemed so. Let the ignorant rude Prince think so. I played on, and recorded his words carefully in my mind to puzzle over later. If nothing else, just to pin down what sort of insanities he held within him, and which of my relatives spawned such a bore. A rude bore.
He put his hand together, continuing as I continued my silence. "Alright. I suggest to drop this topic as it brings us nowhere." He finally noticed. Congratulations for him. "Oh...by the way..." he said with an incredibly false nonchalant manner, "You haven't seen Random lately, have you?"
And that was it, pure and simple. What I was accused of by Julian. I should have thought of that from the start, but Random should have been able to take care of himself. He was missing. The King really was missing, and everyone thought I was to blame. Bother and rot.
I switched songs to a funeral dirge, and sneered slightly at him. I doubt he caught the expression. "If I had, I would assume that's why I'm confined to chambers. If I haven't...it's why I'm confined to chambers." I shrugged. That made no difference, but I really should have puzzled it out on my own. Damn hangovers. I played some more, and the idiot was still silent. After a moment, I stopped and said, "I see that you would prefer it straight, an answer, that is." If for no other reason that it was the only way this cretin would understand it. "In Amber, that's a mighty request, as you should well know, though I've not seen you here in recent years. I would assume, you being related and all that rot, that you know about the politics around here. It wouldn't surprise me if our gracious King has went underground, so to speak, and nor would I blame him. To answer straightly, however, no."
"Well, call me a concrete person. Yes, I like concrete questions and answers," the neanderthal replied. "Maybe my long stay in Shadow changed me that much." He smiled, his lips being as two fat worms twisting on his face. "Well, it was just a question."
I played a few more bars, improvising a bit. Dirges were always a favorite of mine. "Why," I asked over the soothing tones of the music, "hae you wanted to meet me? I am not important in any way here, except mayhap to the barkeeps."
"Sometimes the person himself may not be aware of the fact that he is important. Besides, I wanted to meet you. I never had this opportunity before and as you know it's been ages since I last stayed in Amber. I enjoy the conversation so far.... in a way," he grinned. I tsked to myself, marking this one up as an incompetent manipulator. Mayhaps I was too bitter and cynical. But I think not.
I finished my song, and he sighed, and pretended some sort of heartfelt reminiscence. I rolled my eyes inwardly, but still applauded his taste. I am, of course, the best violinist this side of Amber, or Chaos for that matter. How could he not appreciate my playing? I was gracing him with a slice of perfection, and he at least had the wits to recognize it in some way. Maybe not totally stupid after all.
I sighed, however, "But from where and from whom have you heard of me?"
Of course, he was not telling me. "I won't create further offense by fabricating. Suffice it to say that hte relative who mentioned you to me would not be pleased that I let anything slip.
"Perhaps there is something I can do about your current situation. I'm not eager to make an enemy of Julian. But, unless there is some mitigating circumstance I don't know about, his actions seem...hasty."
I diginified that with a loud snort and bent back to playing my music. At some point, I was roused to the sound of the door shutting, and Laurence had left me. Just as well. He was rather annoying, the cretin. And rude...did I mention that?
I set my violin and bow down, and seated myself where he had been sitting. I let images play over and through me, and got the sense that relatives were in danger somewhere, and the impression of a boat. Before I could delve further, or even contemplate the impressions, Julian walked in breaking what concentration I had.
"I don't suppose you'd care to enlighten me regarding the recent attacks on my siblings?" the Ass of Arden demanded. It was an apt name for him.
I heaved a heavy sigh, and forced myself to look at him. He really was upset, pissed even. "Out of how many sibling rivalries, you happen to pick upon the one person who is innocent as a lamb," I stated, frowning at my uncle. "I didn't even know anyone was being attacked." Well, at the moment, anyway.
Before he could answer that, I pushed a bit which was certainly not the wisest of courses, "Why don't you find Corwin and put your accusation to him? Or is it just easiest to use the handiest whipping boy in lieu of other uncles?" His dislike for Corwin I had heard about somewhere. Something about burning or a card game or something.
"Corwin has proven his loyalty to Amber. Brand and his line have shown themselves to be a good deal less trustworthy. You'll have to forgive me if I don't wait for any of us to die before taking all due precautions. The servants have been instructed to provide you with anything you require--" Except freedom. "--and if you are as innocent as you claim you will remain unharmed."
"In that case," I replied hotly, "You may want to talk to your nephew Laurence. It seems he thinks he can 'get me out of here' with a snap--" and I snapped my fingers, "--of his fingers." I paused for a heartbeat, adding petulantly, "Said you were being hasty too, not that I don't agree with him."
Polite? Well, I suppose in this case I could have went with a bit more, but under the rather trying circumstances, it was hard to maintain my temper. After all, I think that if Father would have won, Julian would be licking his boots. The thought amused me, and angered me too.
It did bring to mind something that Julian had said though. "What do you mean... 'and his line'? Certainly Rinaldo is trustworthy. Vialle seems to think so."
"Rinaldo," Julian said dispassionately, "are we talking about the same man who killed Caine and attempted the same upon several other members of the family? I only hope that miscreant dares enter Amber or Arden." He had a point there. "You say Laurence was here? I will in fact look into that. Before I go, do you have anything else to offer, oh innocent lamb?" If it were anyone else but Julian, I'd say he was mocking me.
"The innocent lamb bleats uselessly at the old goat," I said, mustering some indignity at the circumstances.
"When you are ready to bleat in a more useful fashion, tell one of the guards." And he left.
I slunk backwards into the chair thinking. There was something very troubling afoot here, and it would have to be something rather great for Julian to throw around his weight like that without a scrap of proof. Why no proof? Why was I certain? I really was innocent, and knew I could not have arranged anything, even if I were drunk at the time. Why that Ass could figure that out, I don't know, unless he wanted a handy scape goat nearby.
And the lady...and Laurence. And other cousins. What an interesting morning. Was she really my sister? And where was Random anyhow? Martin was absent as well (something most people probably hadn't noticed, but I had). I hadn't seen Vialle in a while, but I'm sure she was worried sick. Fiona must have been working on it, unless this was all of her own design. There was something...some sort of...well, danger, I suppose you'd say. And too many questions with not enough answers.
Well, I couldn't have really done anything if I had sat there the whole time, could I? Of course not. So, I decided to follow up one of the leads presented to me, and Trump the lady. That must have been what she handed to me, and I drew the Trump out and looked at it. Yes, it was of her alright, and just the sight of the card made my blood warm again.
Hmm. All thoughts of that sort of thing aside, why--if she was my sister--would she contact me now and not earlier? I had the impression that she knew all about me, and she had known that Julian imprisoned me here, though it must have happened just that night, and I didn't tell her. She was also a Trump artist, I was certain. Call it a feeling, but it felt true. She could have learned that from Father, who was an accomplished Trump artist I have been told. Tantalizing questions, and with only one way to get them. So, I wrote my relatives this note:
I took some time to bring myself together, and brushed my teeth, combed my hair, trimmed the beard and mustache, and whatnot, as well as pick out some clean clothes. A good suit, with longcoat. Suitable for traveling. Hmm. And the violin. Couldn't forget that.
I took out the card and concentrated. The contact was established shortly. "Well," I said seriously, "Shall we then?"
She extended a slender arm and grasped my hand, pulling me through the contact. Brr! I hate that. Easier ways to travel there are, and ones with no strings either. Well, not many. "Any preferences to breakfast?" she asked, studying me with a smile.
"Yes," I said, "Eating it in a Shadow far, far from Amber." And if it was a fast time one, we might actually be able to finish it before Julian found I was gone. It wouldn't be long, with servants sure to come by and see about feeding me within the half-hour. I should have waited, I suppose.
"Easily arranged," she replied. She released my hand, sliding hers from mine, and brought out her Trumps. She shuffled through them and selected two out of the pack. "I hope you don't mind take-out..." What was take-out? And where would we be taking it? She held out her hand again, and I slipped mine into it, holding the violin with the other. "Ready to go?"
I nodded absently, putting some trust in her. That was utterly unlike me, and perhaps all of my blood...er, relations. Still, you had to start trusting sometimes.
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Post by Lorelei on Aug 17, 2023 19:52:18 GMT
Chapter 7: This Way Madness Lies
So there I was in a strange Shadow just a couple days away from Amber. A beautiful woman sat close by, and breakfast and a brandy had just been delivered. Normally, this would have been a good thing. Normally. Today, however, it was just another turn of events in a rather frightful day...and it wasn't even noon yet. This place was slightly faster than Amber, but not much at all. It was...not a good place to be, and I wanted to leave. I was so nervous that I had to excuse myself to the bathroom before we even sat down to speak. Terrible manners, but I couldn't help it. My nerves were shot. The brandy did much, however, to restore them.
I lit my second cigarette and asked her, "Now, not to be rude, lady--far from--but could you tell me about yourself? Starting with your name, and how you know about me at all?"
She smiled at me, "My name is Selene." Uh-oh. That told me a lot about her already. In many Shadows that was a name to be feared, or worshipped. Certainly a good name for one of the Blood. It had also to do with being unseen, as in dreams. Hmm. She certainly looked the part of a dream. "My parents union was political...a back-up plan for the Courts...a plan I do not intend to follow."
Interesting. She was of mixed blood, like Merlin and his offspring. Very interesting. I didn't feel the stench of the Logrus off of her though, and thought I'd better dig for information...see how much she'd volunteer on her own. She seemed to trust me. But then, I looked like...well, Brand, and if she was indeed his daughter...(and on good terms)...that could be interesting. A look into his psyche as well, maybe.
Damn. This was all too much for one morning. One crisis at a time, one problem is about all I can handle, and then, poorly.
But I digress.
I shook my head as I tapped ashes into the ashtray, "That tells me nothing, save for your name. Your parents were whom? Any other siblings?" I frowned, saying the next a bit too sharply, "I could have just signed my death warrant coming here with you, so I want to know what you know. When I'm informed on your information, goals, and the like, then I suppose I'll have to throw my lot in with you...but I refuse to go in uninformed." I gave her a quick look-over, "You're too young to play the game that well. I want everything; omit nothing."
"Very well," she sighed, her bosom heaving slightly. I winced and forced myself to concentrate on her lovely eyes. Truly, it had been a long time since I had reacted to a woman like this. This was definitely not an auspicious beginning. "I'll give you the short version of my genealogy. I am descended from Prince Benedict of Amber through House Hendrake, my mother being Lady Kylla. My father is Prince Brand of Amber. My mother's sister is the mother of Lady Dara. aNd when I left the Courts I did not have any siblings from my mother's side of the family."
She closed her eyes here, and I frowned in thought. She didn't seem to be lying, but then, I think she had lived longer than I. I believed I was older than her, relatively speaking, but it's rather hard to pinpoint down when she would have been born in relation to me. As it was, I would assume the role of older sibling. I think Rinaldo was still older (relatively speaking again), but once again, I'm not sure. The time in the Courts jumps around fearfully, impossible to nail down to a ratio compared with Shadow- or Amber-time. Complicated? Yes, well, that's what happens when you're born out in Shadow. Bugger it all, anyway. Older sibling then. All this also meant she was fairly closely related to Merlin and Damien, and I wondered if she knew them well...or even at all.
When she opened her eyes, all thought left me temporarily as she seemed on the point of tears. "This may be hard for you to understand... This has nothign to do with my position in either family or even why I was born... I love my father." That certainly was shocking. "Even the powerful ones of my house were leery of approaching him in one of his moods, but my presence always mellowed him... I am the one person in all of existence he could not use as a tool, and could not be used against him save at a terrible cost to the user... and I am of 'his' blood. I want him back."
I couldn't have been more shocked than if she told me she doubled as a naked mud-wrestler on the weekends.
What I mean is that she wanted Brand...Brand...back. You know, the lunatic? The crazy man? The would-be demagogue? She loved him. I...was horrified. I was also envious too. I had loved him, once. He was, after all, the only father I ever had. Ever will have. Was I not supposed to love him? Still, this was crazy. The waiter came and went as I tried to wrestle with these thoughts, and finally, I took up a fork and picked at the food. It didn't look appetizing at all.
Besides, Brand was dead. There was no way to bring him back. Still, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to humor her, to give it a try. After all, what did I have to lose?
"It's impossible," I said finally. "Even if he were alive--which i"m sure he's not--someone else would have found the way to do it, and prevented it. He's not alive. If he were, he would be out; of that I am certain." I shivered a bit. I really was certain of that, and didn't like the implications my mind was giving me. "If anyone could do it, he could."
I ate a bit, then took a drink. The brandy was some good stuff, rolling onto my tongue and down my throat. Just what I needed to soothe my nerves. "What about our cousins? What do you know of them? And Rinaldo? Have you asked him about this?" I paused, grimacing. "Surely he would help you."
"Aren't you overlooking something relatively simple, Nicky?" she asked with a hint of a smile. "True, each of father's siblings would have tried reaching him... either to bind or kill him... but do you honestly believe they would have combined their efforts?...shown one another a possible weakness?... I don't. If he got out he would have come for me..."
I shook my head. The girl was plain foolish. No...no. Not that. She just wasn't used to my--our--Amber relatives. I had heard that the Courts were just as bad, but I doubted that. "No. Bleys and Fiona would have, at least, and maybe a couple others--Caine and Julian, when Caine was alive." I took the last drag off my cigarette and stubbed it out, "I don't know. Maybe we can try. Maybe."
I looked up to her again, frowning. She still hadn't answered about the cousins yes. "Now, who else have you been watching? Other than uncles and aunts--I'm more interested in cousins right now. I know our elders are up to something--they always are--but the cousins, well, you never know."
She spread some Trumps out on the table, "Have a look for yourself." She flipped over the first card. There was Anne staring back at me, lovely as ever. "Anelizabet for example has been in and out of the city so often I won't even try chronicling her movements, but suffice it to say that she has been playing pirate in Amber and the Golden Circle Kingdoms until recently...but lately she has been on good behavior, or so it seems."
She then flipped past a few cards, some of which seemed familiar, until she stopped on a card that was familiar, though I had never me the man. I believe...believe...he was in my dream, though I'll never know for certain. It could just be the family resemblance. "Collin has only been to the castle a few times... he seems to have important matters on his mind and his involvement with his relatives appears to fall into the realm of social necessity."
The next card was familiar. Not only did he show the family resemblance, but also the redhead resemblance that Selene and I shared with Fiona and Bleys. "Kent spends a great deal of time with Fiona when he is in Amber... There is an undercurrent of some kind one can feel when both are present..." Hmm. She didn't right out and say that Fiona was his mother. I suppose he could be Bleys'.
Selene sighed softly, "I don't have a Trump of Laurence since I haven't actually seen him yet... Rumor has it that he hasn't been in Amber since the death of his fiancee... until now... I could go on, but this isn't really the best place to be talking about family..." she smiled, "It's bad for the digestion."
I nodded slightly, "Have you traversed the Logrus then? Or are you a shapeshifter? Since you're from Chaos and all..." I winced slightly at the rude questions, but covered it by taking a bite of food. I pushed the plate away from me and persevered. "And what have the Courts heard about...ah, the Shadow Storms then? Or about Amber in general?"
She tilted her head and looked as if she wanted to laugh. "Dworkin Barimen was a Logrus Master in the Courts and as such was an accomplished shape-shifter... and all of his decindants have the potential as well, though those who have lived their lives under the shadow of the Pattern have yet to realize this... And if you look closely you can see for yourself that the only icon of power I possess is the Tir-Pattern." Which was just as good as the real thing, I thought but did not say.
"On that," she continued meaning the Shadow Storms, "I know not, but I had planned to visit family there before much longer... if you would care to accompany me, we could find out."
I nodded. "Let's do that then, immediately." I glanced around, as if someone were watching me. I felt like someone was, that was for certain. "Being close to Amber like this makes me nervous, and Chaos is just as Real as Amber...then..." I frowned, realizing I was just about to tell her about the visions. Swallowing the words, I continued, "It would be better. Much. Ah, but back to the point I was going to make...or have made, I think..." I frowned, almost losing track of the conversation. A bad sign. "How do you propose we 'rescue' Father from the Abyss then, with only Pattern to guide us?"
"I was hoping that a powerful enough group Trump right at the edge of the Abyss could reach him... but finding people who would be willing to help AND that I could trust has been more difficult than I expected... that's why I haven't tried bringing in Rinaldo." Well, that was a good enough explanation. And it might work too. And...well, there was a place I knew of, and it...well, it might work from there. Might.
I lit up a cigarette as I contemplated. Finally, I asked, blushing to show my ignorance, "It doesn't matter where you Trump from, correct? I mean, as far as I was ever told, it didn't matter how far you were from the subject, just that the subject was in a place where Trump could access it, right?" I took a puff of the cigarette and noted that my hands were shaking. That...the doctors... I made myself steady. Made myself look calm. It was difficult. "If that's the case, I may know of a place where you and I may be able to reach him, if a simple Trump can reach him at all. Which I doubt."
"Unless the trump is made by a Master-Artist, distance, time-differential, and Shadow laws can affect the contact if the difference is great enough... which is why one isn't normally able to Trump from Amber directly to the Courts... but if you know of a place where these factors are not a major consideration then perhaps we should try making contact from there first..."
"Hmm," I said, interested, "I didn't know that. Of course, then, I don't even own a Trump deck so..." I shrugged my shoulder and finished off that good brandy. I'd have to get a bottle of it when we left. "No time like the present." I pushed my plate even farther away and sighed. It still didn't look appetizing.
"It's a slow time Shadow as well. I don't want to spend more than a half-hour there--that should be about how long it'll take the two of us to know whether it'd work or not, and not lose too much time." That was true. Hmm. I had almost forgotten. I might have to think on this now. If Julian took that day or so of Amber time. Well, maybe a half-day, few hours...hard to say...if he took that time, he could find me. He would definitely know I was missing by then. I wondered what he'd think of my note.
I looked at her, my hands starting to shake again, "This is crazy, you know. I mean, if it works." It wouldn't, but I had a sudden inspiration. "And if--IF--we manage to bring up Father, we should try for Deirdre as well. It would only be fair."
To my surprise, she was nodding in approval. "Not to mention putting us in a better light amongst the the other descendent of Oberon,"
"And I'll make each of us a trump of that place once we've been there," she said, "and perhaps I can make you a few Trumps of the people you would most like to keep in touch with..."
I shrugged lightly, "A few people, perhaps. Places, I think, mostly." Not like I had many friends to keep track of, you know. "While I don't like traveling that way, it is fast." I frowned, and shivered, thinking of the first time I had used one. "Any time you are ready to go, lady." I wondered if I should still call her that. Perhaps sister would be better, but it was...informal. Mayhaps I should just call her by name. I frowned while gathering my things.
As we set out, I did grab a bottle of that brandy. And as we rode, I thought about our conversation. This surely would come to naught. It was madness to want Brand back in Amber, anywhere in the universe for that matter! It was crazy...and what was I doing involving myself in it? This lady...my sister...was infecting me with it, and so lonely was I that I couldn't refuse her.
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Post by Lorelei on Aug 17, 2023 19:54:09 GMT
Chapter 8: Home Sweet Home
To make a rather long and dull story short, the lady Selene and I arrived at the place which I called home. Or formerly called home. It was a Shadow called Mordeth, and it held some unusual properties. I shan't go into details at the moment. Selene had some idea that we could contact father via Trump. I didn't think it was possible--after all, one can't Trump the dead.
I manuevered it so that we'd arrive in the stables. It was empty, devoid of any workers which is as I had hoped. I excused myself nervously, and headed into the small bathroom nearby. Small, and dirty, but adquate to my purposes. In short order, my senses were properly dulled for this experience. Must I go into detail, gentle reader? Alright, alright, I shot up. Happy? After all, I was extremely nervous and jittery, and was about to meet the devil of Amber (if this worked, which I was still certain it wouldn't). It brought up a lot of issues which I wasn't prepared to deal with, and I felt more in control when high. I was definitely more relaxed.
I returned to my lady with something akin to ease and grace. It was false, but she didn't know that.
"You're looking better," she sang out, patting a horse's nose. "Did you find everything to your liking?"
"Close enough," I replied favoring her with a smile. She really was quite lovely. The task at hand came to me again, and I sighed, sitting down. "Shall we get this over with, then? And maybe have some lunch too...I really should say hello to Mother while I'm here." I frowned. If we were successful, we most likely wouldn't be here long. "If we have time. Do you have Trumps of them both?"
"Of her, I only have a Dworkin-made Trump, but of father I have a specially made Trump," Selene said smoothly, "blood of his blood shifted into Trump form and empowered..." I blinked at those words and frowned as she showed the Trump to me. It was very smooth, and depicted father, surely enough. But...there was something wrong with it. Very wrong. I shook my head slightly as Selene went on, "If this doesn't work, then we can try again at the edge of the Abyss, and if needed again with more help..."
She took in a big breath to steady herself, then flashed those eyes at me again. I almost smiled and stepped forward but caught myself in time. Sister, remember? Ah, yes, sister. "Whenever you are ready, take hold of the Trump and we will both reach for him...together..."
Why did those words sound so final from her lips?
I shook my head again, "I'd rather try Dworkin's Trump first. If that works fro here, why access other powers?" I paused, considering that neither would work. It was a comforting thought. "Besides, if it works with Deirdre...first, then we can arrange to have her escorted back to Amber with none the wiser that Father will be up shortly. If they're both down there, and she spies him leaving, she'll tell other uncles and aunts first thing." Silently, I congratulated myself on this logic.
"I had been thinking that the medium would give our attempt an extra boost and then Father's power could help retrieve Deirdre... which could leave the Elder Amberites indebted to him..." she frowned slightly, then held up the other Trump. "But if you think we should try for her first, then that is what we'll do..."
"It would let my mind rest easier," I smiled, taking hold of Deirdre's Trump. We concentrated, and nothing happened. Just as I predicted. My smiled edged wider, and the thought 'one down' ran through my mind. Ah, relief. Then, I can return to Amber with a clear conscience. Mostly, anyhow.
"Shall we try Father's Trump now?" Selene asked, rubbing her temples. "The reception couldn't be any worse." I smiled at her, wondering how she could have a headache while I had such a nice buzz at the moment. With a heavy sigh, I nodded, and took the slick Trump in hand with her. One down, right? I frowned, and concentrated with my sister.
To my immediate shock, the card grew cold as we concentrated. By contrast, my fingers started sweating, and I almost lost grip with the damned thing. There wasn't any image, per se, however, but a feeling of darkness instead...of being lost in the dark, as I had been when I was a child. And suddenly, I relaxed. It was like...I was high, but much more so. It was intense, powerful. And then it ended.
Selene plucked the card from my nerveless fingers and started talking at me. It took a small bit before I could recognize what she was saying. "...for the tiniest of moments I almost felt as if there was another presence." She sat down quickly, and rubbed her temples. "Do you want to stay for a brief visit with your family or should we be moving on?"
"Bloody hell!" I exclaimed, starting violently at the whole business. I rubbed my hands on my slacks gazing at the card in her hand. He was alive. Alive. My father was alive, and she reduced this monumentous feat to a mere trace of a presence? I opened my mouth to say so, then shut it again. The buzz I had beforehand was gone, at least compared to what I had just experienced.
"We need someone else, I think," I said, frowning. Who could we get? "Something...." like another power source, but much too risky... "someplace..." but generally power types of places are uninhabitable, and we'd need a focus for the power anyway... "someone..." But who, dammit? There wasn't one person in Amber who didn't...but wait! Anelizabet. She didn't hate me. And, if I remembered correctly, they were in a tight situation the last I saw them. I blinked a few times. That might actually work. I smiled slowly, "I think I might know someone...yes, I think she'd help...hold on a moment..."
Now, bringing her here. I paced back and forth, oblivious to Selene. The Shadows weren't that far apart, not that distance mattered. Hmm. I did get a good look at it, though I wasn't there. Let's see...have a look first? Yes, yes. I saw them. By some trick of fate, they were still in dire straights. How convenient. For a moment, I recoiled at this act, this...reminder of how the royal family was. But, I can see now how things seem to snap into place for our ilk. It was too easy. As if it were all prearranged, somehow. Fate had finally turned a kind eye upon me. I watched for a few moments, then bored a hold through shadow as I stepped upon a crate, to avoid getting too wet.
Water crashed through the temporary gate I had made, depositing Anne and her friend into my stables. Dimly, I heard a small shriek as I cast my sight around for their green friend. I had to let it go, though. Doing such things is tiring, and nearly impossible to cover up. I snapped things back into place, and wavered on my feet, stumbling to the floor. At least, they were here.
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Post by Lorelei on Aug 17, 2023 19:55:43 GMT
Chapter 9: Mother Knows Best
Though somewhat dubious circumstances, there I was in the stable. I had just caused a great hole in the sky, spilling in water and cousins. I was drenched. I was also rather high at the moment, so if this monologue is a bit off base, please forgive me, gentle reader. It's hard to remember what was said when one isn't quite all there.
"Bother and rot," I said loudly, frowning and brushing myself off. "Mother'll have kittens if I look like this for a lunch." I sniffed, then sighed, giving the others a bit of a smile. "Uh, introductions, I think?" I glanced askance to the only one I didn't know, a red-haired fellow that reminded me of Fiona and Bleys. "I'm Nick, ah, Nick Calloway."
After that, I looked at the not-so-lovely Anne, "I couldn't find the big green fellow, sorry about that and all." I looked down at myself again, spattered with seawater and mud. "Dammit, I never make good first impressions..." I muttered quietly to myself. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to straighten it, but the end effect, I'm sure, was to only make it stand up in spikes. After a few moments of this, I searched around for my violin, sure that it had been lost. But, no. It was safe where I left it, and I patted the case in reassurance.
While I was doing this, the other scrambled to their feet. "My name is Kent," the gent said, extending his hand to me. However, I didn't even look up from the violin until Selene breathed, "Much better." When I looked over at her, she was as clean and dry as when we first met. Bother. Wish I knew that trick.
"Hello," she said breathlessly to the others, "I'm Selene. Some of you have undoubtedly seen me around the castle in Amber...Benedict is my forebearer." I frowned then, trying to figure that out. I suppose technically she was, or rather, Benedict was, but her father wasn't Benedict, as she was implying, leaving me to carry the stain of being Brand's progeny by myself.
"Damn and double damn," Annelizabet swore. "Don't think I'm not grateful, there, cuz, but my crew is still out there. Didn't get a fix on'm, did you?" What did people think I was? A taxi service? However, she soon turned her attention on Selene. "Anna. Corwin's brat. The big green guy was, er, Mal-baby. Didn't figure out whose kid he was before he disappeared with his puppy."
Finally, I turned back to the small gathering here and grasped Kent's hand wetly. "Pleased to meet you," I said, avoiding his eyes. I let go of the man's hand and sat where I was, in the muck and mud. I was exhausted, and needed another hit, something badly. "Well, I wasn't going to do that at all, and I don't know where your crew is, Anne," I said to my cousin, frowning. "But I might suggest we use this time to, er, clean up, and get something to eat. I'm sure the green fellow can take care of himself...and we can get caught up." I looked about, "And speaking of which, none of you have seen Benedict lately? Chopping up relatives or anything?"
Something in what I said must have made Kent realize he was an unkempt as I. He did something with his hands, and there was a poof..and he was clean and dry like Selene. I wish I knew that trick. "That's better," he said sounding satisfied as he turned to Selene, "I've never been to Amber, but my mother, Flora, has told me much of it, and of your father. I am quite pleased to meet you."
As an afterthought, he said, "And you as well, Nick. Food sounds wonderful. I have an almost unbearable urge for fried calamari." He never took his eyes off of Selene. Not that I could blame him in that.
"I fear you did not comprehend my words," she replied to him with a sad smile. "Benedict is not my father...Lady Dara's mother is my mother's sister, thus Benedict is my Forebearer...my great-grandfather..." Well, at least she wasn't lying, not truly. Just leaving things out.
"I see," Kent replied, having been rebuffed, "Please, forgive my assumptions. I'm a little new at the family tree thing."
"Little time 'round the Chaos-ish end of things, and you'll get used to it, kiddo," Anne said cheerfully, nudging Kent with her elbow. "Being the only one that seriously looks like a drowned rat, here, I wouldn't mind time to clean up. And see what the hell was wrong with my Trump connection during that storm."
And that was my cue. I stood up slowly, smearing mud on my slacks. "Right this way then. I'm sure Mother will love to have guests..." I took my violin case carefully off the table and gestured to the doorway. "If you would follow me?" They did so, and I led them to the house proper, a monstrously huge thing. It was well-taken care of (as always), and indicated how much Mother was worth in this Shadow. Not that that matters in the long run, mind you, or in Amber, but it was still nice to show people that yes, I did have a good upbringing. Instead of opening the front door, however, I rang the bell.
"It's been a little while sicne I've been home and all," I explained, turning a bit red. And the last time Mother saw me, I was insane. That, too.
One of the butlers opened the door. I forget which one. "Master Calloway! What a...pleasure to have you back." Thank you. How could I have forgotten such...warmth? "If you would be so kind as to wait in the foyer while I see that rooms are prepared for you and your...guests." Was his name Jeeves or Wesley? "I'll also have towels brought and tell your Mother that you've arrived." The butler then scurried off like a rat, and left me to let the others in to the foyer. I stood there, dripping of seawater and cradling my violin.
The others entered as well, looking about hither and yon. "The entertainment value of my cousins never ceases," Anne declared loudly, "Nice digs, baby. Nice." She preoccupied herself with her dagger and the rest of us stood in silence save for the drip-drip-drip.
A few moments later, a woman I had never seen before arrived wearing a French maid's outfit. She handed us towels--well, Anne and I at least--and said in a faintful whisper that Mrs. Calloway was in a 'mood'.
I thanked her and shooed her off, trying to towel off as best I could. After a moment, I replied to Anne, "Thank you. It's adequate. Nothing like Castle Amber, of course, but adequate." I sighed. Questions now or later? Might as well be now. "What were you doing out there, if I might ask?"
"Getting caught in a pinpoint Shadow storm mid-amber. I'll be damned." She whistled slightly. "I started out just going to take Mal-baby for a ride in my boat. Smash, frag it, down goes Silver Mary." She wrestled the towel over her hair as I watched, frowning. "I'm trying to get ahold of Arcanus. He'll have a better idea than I will about what happened. He's the brains of the operation." She smirked while I grimaced. I didn't know much about Arcanus, and was rather uncertain if she should contact him while with Selene and I. I suppose it couldn't be helped, though.
"Ah, I see," I murmured, looking around at the room absently. "The Shadow Storms...Fiona doesn't know what caused them. I hardly think Arcanus will, unless he caused them. But I doubt that." My frown deepened, "It was in the papers, after all, and since they're still around...I'm assuming then that Random (wherever he is) and Fiona haven't found the cause."
Kent perked up a bit at that. "Where has Random ran off ot? Forgive my ignorance of recent family events, but I have had little contact with the family at large." He paused, then added more slowly, "And, if I might be so bold, where are we now? It's a lvoely setting to be sure, but I don't believe I've been in this area before."
I wondered what his reaction would be if I told him that this house was where the great devil (God) Brand lived for many years? "Who knows?" I replied to his earlier question. "He keeps most state secrets secret. At least, I'm not privvy to that information. I believe it was to do about investigating the Shadow Storms, however. That's the last bit of information I had."
I paused here, contemplating what to say next. "This is the place where I grew up," I said slowly. "The Shadow is called Mordeth, and this is my mother's home." I sighed, turning my full attention to Kent. "She doesn't know anything about Amber, so I would please like it if everyone would just say they're from Europe or something. I would like it if someone in my family could keep their sanity." I glanced around at this, looking for Mother. It was certainly taking her long enough.
"Aye, Europe it'll be then," Kent replied in a ridiculously Scottish brogue. "But I cannae stand thsi taste of seawater on m' palette enna longer. Could I impose upon your hospitality a wee bit more for a sip of ale or perhaps some tea?"
I blinked at him. Like I would know where that was. "When the butler comes back, ask him." I remembered to be polite then, and smiled an apology. "I don't live here anymore."
"Yet at least you deign to drop by unannounced every blue moon."
Ah. That would be Mother.
I looked up and saw her sweep elegantly into the room, dressed in black. "Be a dear and introduce me to your little friends." I held my tongue for a moment so that my scathing replies could be swallowed. I can't say they went down well, though, and I fear that my smile was a bit sickly looking.
"I'm sorry, Mother," I said contritely. I gestured to each as I said their names, "This is, ah, Kent, Selene, and Anelizabet." I frowned, knowing that this wasn't a proper introduction, but having nothing better to say about each of them. It would have to do.
She swept gracefully down the stairs, stopping on the last step. She took in my companions at a glance, and exclaimed, "Oh, you're wounded. If you poor dears can walk, I'll take you to your rooms right now, ready or not, so that the autodocs can look at you. Otherwise, I can have them service you right here."
My face grew pale as the blood drained from my face. I missed what the others were saying while I stood there in shock. Doctors? No, wait. She had said autodoc...automated doctors. The thought nauseated me, and I nearly vomited on Mother's neat black shoes. I started shaking at the thought of machines gleefully doing surgery...severing limbs, injecting you with who knew what...
The next words I heard were Mother's, "...coat their blades with quite...unpleasant...bacteriological agents."
"No!" I nearly shouted, swooning where I stood. "No doctors!" I paused, feeling everyone stare at me as I gripped my violin case harder. I licked my lips, wondering why my mouth had suddenly run dry, "We'll be fine, Mother. We just need to groom ourselves."
Selene reached an elegrant hand over and touched my face. I jerked away as she murmured to me, "Relax, Nick. I won't let them do that again...I promise..." I stared at her in some horror while Mother chastised me with the sharp side of her tongue. Of course Mother would never understand. She wouldn't know...doctors were friendly sots to her. Bastards. Rending, savage bastards is all they were.
I could only stare for a few long moments.
"I'll just go lie down now..." I heard someone...wait, that was myself. I heard myself talk, but I was disconnnected from what was being said. "I'll see you three in a few hours. We've something to talk about..." All I could think of as my body moved of it's own will was that I needed another hit, and badly. I was shaking, head to toe, and I believe my violin case cracked slightly under my grip.
Bloody doctors.
Bloody, damned doctors. It just figured they would have found some way into a person's private house, to leave them at the mercy of some so-called healing machines.
Someday...someday, maybe I'll have to come back here, and change a few things...see how they like it as the victim, instead of the cutter.
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Post by Lorelei on Aug 17, 2023 19:56:44 GMT
Chapter 10: Dinner
I was calm again. The bell rang: it was time for dinner. With as much grace as I could muster, I went down the stairs rather slowly, as if in a dream. I was the first one there, I believe. Anne came in shortly after I, looking disgruntled. Kent entered after her and sat near Anne. "Any luck with Arcanus?"
"Ever want to cheerfully strangle your brother?" Yes, I thought as I folded my napkin on my lap. Many times. Over and over. I sometimes dreamed of it. "He's being a stubborn, self-absorbed punk. I get more help from my Shadow boys."
Ah. I must not have spoken then. I think that was good.
Selene entered next, her black hair piled up in a mass of artful curls. Somewhere, she had found new clothing, a low-cut dress of lace and froth. It was white, and very bright in contrast to my dark grey suit. I looked very dapper, I thought, combed and brushed and washed. The suit was one of my finest from here, with a tie and everything. After all, this was a dinner. Formal, I think. My shirt was forest green, and I remembered to put on the golden cufflinks I had gotten from Mother years and years ago.
"Sorry for earlier," I said as I came in. No...that's not right. "I've had a rather rough day." Over and over again. Did Selene come in already or not? Yes, there she was at my elbow. The right. "But then again, I also wasn't almost eaten by a sea serpant, or whatever that was that attacked your ship, Anne."
That was ages ago, how had I remembered? Was I seated? Yes, there was a napkin in my lap, though I didn't remember putting it there.
"At any rate," I plunged on. "I've a deal to make with you, and Kent. A favor to ask." We're going to call the devil, or God. I misremember.
Anne looked to be a great cat, stretching in the sun. The light was so bright behind her, and curled into the shape of a silver rose. Corwin's, yes, that's right, though I'd never met the man. "Ah, well, all in a day's work, y'know? Poor Mal-baby, all he wanted was a ride on my ship. Now he's hoverin' over near my momma."
"I wouldn't be entirely certain of that, Ana," Kent said, his blonde hair shimmering in Anne's light. No, it was red. Where had I gotten the idea that it was blonde? "Many of our kin have turned up just fine when thought lost. You survived far worse situations yourself, as I recall."
Yes. She had. The Titan for one...and he wasn't called that for his height.
"Did you mention a deal?" he asked of me.
I smiled, inclining my head. "Ah, yes. A simple matter really, especially in return for saving the both of you from the sea." I had done that. Opened a window in the sky, and saw both of them come tumbling down with the fish. It was a big fish, but it turned to mist once it hit the air. "It concerns a Trump." I paused, hearing bells ringing. Was dinner being called? "Lady Selene and I wish to Trump a person, but we haven't enough power between the two of us to get much more than the barest whisper of a contact. If the two of you will aid us, it would be greatly appreciated."
Hmm. Those words...I needed power? Power, I had. Power to unleash the fury of heaven and hell locked within me. Why would I need power? I think it was because I was so tired.
Servants flitted here and there. An entire cadre of them. Wine and lobster and cheesie-poofs they served in massive quantities. I stabbed the lobster with my knife, and heard the echoes of echoes as it screamed for mercy. It whispered at me, "Mr. Lamorak wants to see you. Shall you dine on him as well?"
"Ah yes," I said, nodding. Lamorak was quite tasty this year, I had heard. Or was that lamprey? "And set another place too, I'd suppose." For Mother. When she showed, though I swore I saw her ghost flitting from hall to hall as I had made my way down here.
"Nick, darling, is there a problem?" Selene asked from my right hand.
Yes, I wanted to say. I'm going crazy.
But I shook my head, lest they catch on that I wasn't all there anymore. Home had always done this to me, but I was calm and sedate, choosing words carefully. After all, I was used to this madness, and it wouldn't be much longer at home. "No," I said, then paused. "Well, maybe. Does anyone know a Mr. Lamorak? It's not the kind of name from about these parts, but well..." I let the sentence hang, watching the words drip into the soup. Alphabet soup. Hm. Tasty.
"The name is not immediately familiar to me," Selene said, "but I don't believe he could cause any difficulties that we could not handle...assuming that he is invited in..."
"Never heard the name," Anne said, eating with gusto as the food squirmed on her plate.
A tall, lean man entered, disguised by his very presence. He was real; I could tell that enough, and he looked pissed.
I smiled. "Ah, good eve, sir. Interesting...hmm. Clothes...for dinner, and all." I gestured to Mother's seat. "Please, feel free to join us." After all, my mother's dead and buried, and she won't be eating today. "And what does bring you to my mother's doorstep, hmm?"
The gent turned to me, "Prince, you have broken house arrest. This is a most serious thing. You could have been imprisoned in the depths but you were given the favour of remaining in Castle Amber quarters. I am charged by Prince Julian who has been named Protector and Keeper of Order for the Kingdom of Amber, in the absence of King Random, by the elders of the royal blood. You will return with me at once to Castle Amber or name yourself in opposition to Amber with the doom that shall bring upon you."
This sounded bad.
Selene turned her fury onto him, "Mr. Lamorak, I am responsible for Nick no longer being confined in his room for the 'crime' of being born the son of Prince Brand Barimen. And since King Random DID NOT leave Prince Julian to rule in his absence, intentional or not, I will therefore not leave my... my lover at the mercy of any arrogant fool with delusions of grandure." Her lover? How...embarassing. She certainly must have felt my desire from earlier. That's...well, we'll not go into that right now. Without sparing an instant she turned to me saying, "And dare you not deny the pleasure we share with each touch of our lips." Then, instantly returning her full attention to the newcomer, "So, Mr. Lamorak, either accept Nick's invitation to civilly join us for dinner or pray to whatever beings you believe in that you can make it out the door before 'I' get hold of you... I suggest that you choose to sit... please."
I sighed heavily. Pleasure. If only. "This is just what Mother predicted; I, getting arrested like a common criminal." I paused, shaking my head at the sight of Mother waggling her finger at me. "You can return to Prince Julian to please inform him that I'll return after my errands have been done to resume my incarceration."
Feeling brave, I added, "Other than that, if he wants me, he can damn well come and get me. Lazy bloke; sending others out to do his dirty work." The lobster applauded me as I set back to picking at it.
"Your actions are very foolish. King Random did appoint anyone because he simply disappeared. Someone had to take control and by consent of the elders it was Julian. Julian is therefore busy and to accuse him of being lazy is rude and stupid. You are not under arrest as a common criminal if you return immediately. Failure to return immediately means that you declare yourself outcast from Amber. As an outcast you cannot claim the protection of Amber. If assassins from Chaos saught your life then no aid would come to you and no retribution would be sought for your death. And I am Prince Lamorak." He was certainly windy, that's for sure.
"Hmphf," I muttered, "Everyone seems to be assuming that anyone there gave a damn in the first place--which they didn't." I nodded towards Selene, "It's as she said; my only crime is being the bastard son of a bastard. I'm not returning until my errands are done, and after this...episode...most likely not even then, as good old boy Julian would be apt to start burning off body parts of mine."
Selene made to take my hand then, but I jerked it back, thinking of earlier in my rooms of Amber. My cage.
The stranger stood there, speaking in a monotone, "If you return then you will not be harmed, once the situation is at least partly resolved and Random is located or all matters of crises are either at end or no longer presenting threat then you will be free to go wherever you choose. If you do not at this time return at this time then you permanently declare yourself outlaw from Amber. Why risk this permanent status when you are an immortal? Your confinement will not be in a prison cell and maybe only weeks or a year at most. A year is a very short period compared to to thousands spent with suspicion hanging over your head. Think long term and not short term and your interests will be served."
I really couldn't quite grasp everything that he was saying. It was too dull and boring. The lobster was much more interesting.
"You speak as if you believe all suspicion will simply disappear should King Random return," commented Selene. "And you also appear to operate under the delusion that Amber is the only place of significance in all of existance. But putting even that aside for the moment, the Ass of Arden, pardon me... Prince Julian, has in the not so distant past boasted of his joy of the hunt and his relatives, especially when the latter is the subjuct of the former, and you expect us to trust his word... He could have eleceted to solicit whatever assistance Nick could offer but instead had him confined as if he were the source of Amber's woes, and you expect us to trust his word...," the contempt in her voice dripping venom...
"Your judgement is clouded Selene," he rebutted, "First, you say that Prince Julian says what he has done, which is honesty is it not? Then, you decry him as not honest."
What? That made absolutely no sense.
"No, Lamorka," Selene said, "one such as he can be completely honest about his wanton cruelty and vicious nature and still be totally untrustworthy."
Neither did that, so I spoke up, "So, were you joining us for dinner or not?" I had quite forgotten if he had accepted the invitation.
"Jay-zus," Anne said, looking amused, "Y'all are gonna make us end up on the Jerry Springer show." She tried to stifle her musical notes of laughter, but they bubbled up out of her like a fountain.
Lamorak ignored me, suggesting, "Perhaps if they were to lie down for a years then they may recover their senses."
What? Can't you people talk properly?
He continued to say, "The issue is ar from over, Prince." Since when were bastards made Princes? "It is clear the stance you take, but you will find that outlaw from Amber is not a fate that you will enjoy." He turned on his heel and left.
"I suppose that's a nay, then," I said mournfully to the lobster, "Pity, too. The lobster is rather good."
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Post by Lorelei on Aug 17, 2023 19:58:11 GMT
Chapter 11: The Power of Brand Compels You
I watched the stranger leave with a sigh, and pushed away from the table. "Now, where were we? Ah, yes. The favor." Was it truly a favor? Not especially, but once the seed had been planted in my mind, I simply had to go through with it. "I rather missed it if you said aye or nay?" I looked at them both, trying to clear my mind. It was a rough going.
After it was clear that no answer was forthcoming, except from the loquacious lobster, I stood. "I'll let you two think about it, then, and we'll have a talk later?" I turned to my right, and there she was. "Ah, could we have a few words alone, my lady?"
"Of course," the succubus said with a sultry smile. She gave her favored gaze to the other two as she stood. "I don't give out lightly, but since Nick trusts you, so shall I." I trust them? Well, Anne for a certainty, but the other...I didn't know. He said he was Flora's, but he looked so very...red. Selene laid a Trump on the table, "Call when you have made a decision."
She turned back to me then, and offered up her hand as a sacrifice. "Shall we?" I took the offering, and wrapped it securely around mine own. "We'll be back in a few moments," I offered the other two. And we left, back to the foyer, to talk in hushed voices.
She turned almost immediately, "You're upset I didn't tell them, aren't you?" She was pouting, I think. It was rather hard to tell.
I nodded, frowning at the pout, "Just so." I removed my hand from hers, looking at the designs on the floor for a few moments. "Just so. It's rather...awkward, shall we say? Saying that we're lovers, indeed." It was an appealing thought, but there was Juliana to think about. Oh, and that whole incestuous thing. It had started to become less of an issue the more I thought on it, so I discreetly declined to think on it. "But it's not just that. i was also considering if you had asked Rinaldo about this or not? I don't remember you saying as much, but I've been distracted." What an understatement.
"Can you imagine his reaction if I had walked up and said 'Hell, I'm your sister and I've liberated our brother from under Julian's nose. Will you help us retrieve our father?'...no," she replied, giving her head a shake. "He has his own kingdom to rule close to Amber...I couldn't trust him to not lock me away to better his position." She took a deep breath, and nearly let left and right pop out to say hello before expelling it. "As to what I said," she said, not meeting my eyes, "that cretin stepped on the wrong nerve, and I spoke too much to simply stop him without raising suspicions... If they truly knew our relation, we would never receive help from anyone on the Amber-end. At least this way we appear to have a reason for being together." She raised her eyes to stare into mine, and it was like a weird mirror then. I could see all the stars shine in her eyes. I flushed uncomfortably.
"Besides, would it be askign too much for you to kiss me occasionally," she asked, taking my hand in both of hers and raising it to lay a kiss on each fingertip. My heart nearly stopped. "...and to sleep near me when others are close..." She smiled again, losing her sultry look, for which my heart was grateful. "It's not like I'm askign you to father my child, as you did in my last visit to Tir..."
Asking too much to kiss her? Yes...at least the way she was made to be kissed. Entirely too much. And...father...children...?
"Father my child?" I stammered out, trying to correlate all of this while my mind was racing. "Ah, Tir...that's the place where things are different, right? I've never been, myself." And thank God (Father) for that, else I might have had some strange ideas.
"Yes," she agreed, "a realm of moonlight, ghosts, and visions, but otherwise identical to Amber, right down to having its own Pattern." Well, that I've seen before, of course, but not the rest of it.
I broke eye contact, giving me a chance to think. I was coming down now, and this was good. I saw more things, but was more easily able to distinguish them from reality...or as real as things got out here. I simply must remember not to visit home again. "Right. Anyhow, I can see your point, on both counts. However, it is slightly awkward for me (to say the least) to be in this position." I blinked, thinking that I heard her whisper to me What position would you like to be in then?, and shook my head again. "After all, you carry off this charade well, I might forget that we're related." I paused, thinking that she might like that very much indeed. I put my hand on her shoulder, where it met her lovely neck. Why is it that with women it's always about sex? Or most women, anyhow. "I've not been myself lately, so I'm afraid you're seeing me at my next-to-worst. I shall indeed try a bit harder to be more at ease."
Well, of course, if we were lovers, then I'd be more at ease...
To save myself from those thoughts, I changed the subject. "I wonder if they've discussed things yet? It would really be a frightful shame if they said no, though I can't see any reason why not. Kent's not used to the family quite yet, and I simply can't imagine he's heard any tales of Brand. And while Anne might have, I simply can't see her turning down a challenge, even if she recognizes the card." I smiled then, "Though it'd be just my luck if she did, and refused on general principle."
She then stepped up to me, and wrapped herself around me. I stood quite still, willing no portion of me to move. I think she was speaking then, but my head was swimming so much, I missed it. Instead, I disengaged myself from her, mumbling, "That's interesting.." and walked unsteadily to the dining room. "We should go back inside now."
As I approached, I heard Anne say, "Right. Be that way." There was a pause, and I entered as she commented, "No one loves me anymore."
I couldn't help but to smile, "Not so." I sat down quickly, "I still do, Anne, never fear." I looked around then, and noted the empty seat, "Say, wasn't there someone else here earlier? Kent, right?"
"That's what I meant. Kent left, and after all the fun we had together." She smirked, and stood up, smoothing out her clothing. "It doesn't matter, Nick. I'm for cousins, not uncles, right now, as long as you keep me in the loop completely." She nodded, putting her hand on the pommel of her sword.
I felt hand grasp my shoulders, and Selene said from behind me, "With Kent already gone, perhaps we should be moving on as well. We could make our call from the stables. And depending on how that goes, either on to see my side of the family, or we go elsewhere..." It was interesting, I suddenly thought, how neither of the two women were affected by the potency of my home Shadow. It...heightened perspectives. Interesting.
"Certainly," I commented. "It makes about as much sense as anything else." I sighed and stood. We moved into the stables, to be away from prying eyes again. I should say fare thee well to Mother, but it was too late now.
Selene sat herself and shuffled through her cards. "It looks like we're as ready as we're going to be under the circumstances... shall we?".
I nodded, growing nervous about this. "Let's try, ah..." I glanced at Anne for a moment. Surely, she would help. Wouldn't she? "Let's try Father's first."
"Sounds peachy to me," was Anne's cheerful reply.
Selene watched us with narrowed eyes, "I thought you might ask for that first...a test of sorts." She held out the Trump of Father, glistening wetly in the light.
"Why?" Anelizabet asked, looking at the Trump. "What's goin' on there?"
I shrugged, trying to be calm. "Just what I said before--we're trying to get ahold of someone." I sighed, "We probably won't, however; I don't think that one more person is going to make the difference. It could, but I doubt it." I frowned, taking hold of the card with Selene.
"Really," Anne said dryly. She was watching the card with a fascinated look on her face.
"Anne," I said, frowning. "If it wouldn't be too much of a bother, could we get on here?"
"Oh. Right. Sorry." She reached out her hand, and grasped the card wtih us. "I was a little distracted there, for a minute."
I scowled, "Hmm. Yes. Horses are distracting." I turned my attention to the card. It was Father, all right. In all his glory. He looked so...melancholy. I remembered that look from when I was growing up. The card came to life in slow and agonizing time. But, soon I felt the pleasure roll through me once again, and it occurred to me that Father was talking. But not to me.
"Well, my dear its your time to shine. Anelizabet may decide to disengage herself once she realizes what she's gotten into. Obviously, it will be in all of our best interests if you convince her to stay. Lamorak will return in force shortly. If you remain here and you are unprepared, things will most likely go badly." That was to Selene.
"Quite unfortunate that you stumbled into this particular bit of the families' nasty politics. But the die is cast. I would stongly suggest that you work with that fabulous machine of yours to cobble together some defences. The first wave of Amber's wrath will be arriving shortly." That was to Anne.
"Hey, Uncle B," Anne said, chipper as always. "You like Archie? You should see the improvements I'm making, if I live to see him again. Just tell me what you need until I get settled out and dig the situation on my own."
I grumbled to myself through the haze, about him not even deigning to talk to me. After what I had to for him, you would think that he would at least tell me hello. Or that he's proud. Or a thank you.
"As always, I shall do my best...," said Selene, reply to Father.. "But how did you know about Lamorak?"
The contact faded before she could get a reply, I think. I let go of the damned thing and stumbled back, seeing the Shadow for what it was, and feeling clear, and exhausted, but good. It was better than any high I had found so far.
"I know we have something of a time advantage, talking at the speed of thought inside this Trump call, but it has occurred to me that when Lamorak gets back to Amber and whines to the Ass of Arden, all hells will be coming down on our heads, and swiftly, even though we have done nothing to warrent such actions, and this being a slow-time Shadow..." Selene said, showing a bit of worry. I smiled to myself. Not anymore, but I'd get back to changing that soon enough, I'd suppose.
"Perhaps it would be in our best interests to move someplace better defended and continue our talk from there, now that we now we can get through..." the lovely lady added.
"Right-o," I said, sounding chipper even to my own ears. "Where to, then?"
She put away Father's Trump, and looked over to me as she drew out another. "Home..." She smiled, but she looked strained too, and pale. "Ready?"
I nodded, and put my hand on her shoulder.
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