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Post by Admin on Apr 29, 2020 7:24:34 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/n1Gnsps/999aec2de99b674430b12698548bd4c1~jpg "Your cousin Leonil was playing about with power he couldn't hope to control. The explosion destroyed a good chunk of the castle along with the King, Queen, and Hammett. A shame - Vialle was a wonderful person. "Benedict is running things for now but he has other duties in Shadow to attend to. There is some debate about how we will proceed from here.
"And there are always armies marching on Amber. Sometimes we fight them other times they become lost in the shadows or mired down in some land they march through. Nothing especially formidable has been seen yet but there can be no doubt that someone will try to take advantage of this situation."He uncorks a bottle of wine and fills two glasses for them.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2020 17:56:29 GMT
Edmund stares into the fire, deep in thought. Absentmindedly he takes the glass and drains it.
"Was it... assassination? I don't know how much you're aware of this, on my Shadow Earth there was a horrible, bloody war I fought in, a few years before you found me. A civil war. At the end of it the leader of my nation, a man named Lincoln, was assassinated by a coward while attending a play. The coward couldn't deal with his side losing the war. He was swiftly found and dealt with, as were his companions. It was this quick justice that prompted me to join the Marshals. And I got good at it." He idly touches the pistol at his waist. Probably useless here, this close to Amber, but a comforting presence nonetheless. "If this Leonil needs to be found and brought back for questioning, well, I volunteer my services. I've been practicing my Shadow Walking skills and think I'm fairly good at it now. I have a little experience with monsters, magic and such." One civil war ended with assassination. Will another start with one?
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Post by Admin on Apr 29, 2020 18:53:19 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/n1Gnsps/999aec2de99b674430b12698548bd4c1~jpg "As luck would have it Leonil survived the explosion and landed -or reappeared- not so far from here. Well, most of him did. I have him locked up in the basement. The question is: what shall we do with him?"Julian sips at the wine.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2020 22:08:33 GMT
Edmund sighs and his shoulders relax. "Excellent luck, indeed. Well then, interrogate him, of course. Find out if he is working with anyone or it was simply stupidity and an accident. Confirm anything he says. I've never met the man, don't know almost anyone here, really. So I have no judgement on him. I do wonder what the price of regicide is, even when accidental. Death? Imprisonment for life?"
"Beyond the obvious... I don't know. Assure the people the crisis is under control? Throw a bone toward your trading partners? Loosen up a trade deal or two?"
Edmund continues to stare into the fire. The dancing flame is soothing to the nerves. "Is there a file on him? What do we know for certain?"
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Post by Admin on Apr 30, 2020 18:41:38 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/n1Gnsps/999aec2de99b674430b12698548bd4c1~jpg "He is a recently found member of the family so we do not have his full measure. That his life is forfeit is certain, the only question is who will have the honour of ending it and when.
"But that is for another day; he is locked up and can stay chained indefinitely with the occasional session of torture to see if anything will come out. A more immediate concern is finding out if he had any allies in a plot and to decide on a new king. Random's son is somewhere out in shadow and will need to be told of his father's death and we will need to know what are his thoughts on the succession."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2020 2:31:14 GMT
"I see, yes. Finding any allies is paramount. Either way, the poor bastard is cooked. Pity, really. There's so few of us and an infinite amount of Out There. Every loss costs us greatly. Brought it on himself."
Edmund decides it's time to take a seat. He finds a comfortable chair and sits, leans back facing the fire. Allows the heat to wash over him, begin to dry his sodden clothing. He closes his eyes and contemplates the situation. "I don't know enough to have any opinion on kingship. The politics of this place is so different from what I know. In some ways it must be easier than a Shadow kingdom or nation. In other ways... difficult? Impossible? Words fail me. I know you all have your quarrels, your disputes. Ones anchored in your upbringing long ago. I can't begin to understand the depth of it."
He spends a while thinking about his previous time in Amber. Meeting Random and Vialle. Enjoying a banquet. Learning about the castle and family and that... thing, in the basement. A god? Piece of a god? Power in it's own right. The rituals surrounding it. The weight of a mountain on top of it. His mind latches onto what Julian just said. "Random has a son? For some reason I thought he had a daughter, or both. Yes, he must be informed. You can't do it through those cards you showed me? Or maybe those were destroyed in the blast as well. I would like to be useful here. Tracking down people is something I've gotten good at these last few years. I could search him out and bring him home, if you'd like. I'll need to know more about him. Perhaps his room at the castle will provide clues."
For now, though, this chair, this fire, is wonderful.
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Post by Admin on May 1, 2020 7:03:22 GMT
"Yes, find Martin and bring him back here. But avoid the castle; poking about Martin's rooms will raise suspicions and word may get back to our foes. It would be nice if we had a card for him but he's been difficult to pin down and have sit for some paintings. Your cousin Dorian is supposed to have some skill with creating cards and he was sighted in Amber recently. That Hammett character also has the skill but he was in the room with Random when the explosion occurred. Probably dead but Leonil did survive somehow. They might not even have a card for Martin so hunting them down would waste your time. I have no doubt others are on his trail so a delay in finding the painters might prove disastrous.
"Rest for tonight and we will have supplies for you in the morning."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2020 21:14:52 GMT
Edmund nods and continues to look into the fire. He makes a few calculations. "Sounds like I should avoid the Castle altogether. Spies could be anywhere. Sources dead or useless. Time... Perhaps I will just head out tomorrow. The fewer who know of my involvement the better. But without any clear idea of my objective... What does he look like? Tall? Short? Blond? Did he have a favorite Shadow? Was he attending a school or apprenticed in some military? Having just a single name and thinking about Random might not get me far. Could try it though. He better agree to come with me when I find him. I can get rough, but don't want to." He listens to whatever Julian has to say and finishes with "Alright. Thank you for your trust, father. I'll rest up tonight and head out early." Not much time to do what he wants to. Damn it! Not what I expected a day ago. Can't be helped though. Edmund retrieves his pack of clothing, changes into a basic gown borrowed from the Lodge's stores and does a full laundry. Hangs everything to dry by a fire to be ready by the morning. Ahhhh, nice smokey flavoring to my clothing. He checks on Pinewer, sees if he is being treated well. Gets a complete meal in the dining hall. Fills up on whatever he has been lacking for the past week. As he eats he considers getting a look at Leonil. He's here, could probably see him. What for though? Julian and his men are more than capable in questioning him. The less I know the less I'll care when they hang him. Or behead him. Or hang him then behead him.
He completes a few other "maintenance" chores, mostly cleaning and oiling ones. Then turns in for the night. Space is probably limited, so he'll sleep in the common quarters with the men.
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Post by Admin on May 2, 2020 8:19:02 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/n1Gnsps/999aec2de99b674430b12698548bd4c1~jpg The men in Julian's crew are friendly and welcome Edmund's joining them. He gets peppered with questions of the shadows beyond Arden for so many of them rarely if ever get to leave the shadows of the forest. In the morning his saddlebags are filled with food, clean blankets, and other clothes for changes in weather. "I have brought you this as well," Julian says handing him a Winchester 1873 and two boxes of shells. "The silver you should use in Arden, the rest in shadow. If you happen to be in a place where gunpowder works."
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2020 21:20:44 GMT
Edmund smiles as he accepts the pistol. He examines it with a practiced eye. "It's beautiful. Thank you, father." He spins the cylinder, clicks back the hammer a couple times. Sights down the barrel. He opens the box of silver bullets and loads six into the pistol. Places it into a holster, puts his old gun away into a bag along with the boxes of extra ammo. "I will take care of it." Edmund greets Pinewer with a handful of treats. [Sugar cubes? I'm not sure.] "I'll be back as soon as I can. Pray that Martin is reasonable." With that he mounts Pinewer and starts off.
Now for the true test of my abilities. With only Julian's description of Martin in his mind, Edmund focuses on a mental image of the man. Martin, Martin, Martin. Son of Random and Vialle. Martin. Where in eternity are you? Martinnnnn... He lets his imagination go. Considers the importance of his mission and thinks about the Pattern sitting in the dark. Where? Where? With that he attempts a shift or two. If too difficult then he'll stick to known and established roads through Arden and wait until he is further out. It might take a few days of riding before he is far enough away from Amber to truly go where he wants to.
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Post by Admin on May 4, 2020 1:26:02 GMT
The first day of riding through Arden is uneventful; the weather holds and Edmund passes through a foggy world of trees, streams and cobbled paths. Later in the evening, he begins to sense something else out in the forest. Something watching and tracking him.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2020 5:27:03 GMT
Awwww Sh- Okay, think this through. If it were a large beast I'd hear something crashing through the underbrush. It'd be noticeable. Can't be that. Must be something small. If it were on the ground I'd likewise hear it ripping through the muck. Must be something in the air, or bounding from tree to tree. Bird? Squirrel? Something in-between? Perhaps a chimp. If it was hostile it'd be most likely moving up toward Amber, not away from it. Sooooo... not definite though. Small things are afraid of big things. It wouldn't be following me unless it had to. And not for a long distance. Something is forcing the issue. Been raining steadily for a week or more. Can't be leaving behind a smell. So whatever it is must have been near the road to start with and saw or heard me. A spy set to watch the roads from Amber? A trained pet of some sort? Most likely. In normal times I'd doubt anything hostile could penetrate this deep into Arden. Ain't normal times.
It's nighttime, too dangerous to ride or even walk. Could easily twist an ankle or break a leg. So here I stay for a while at least. Edmund stands and stretches his muscles. He slowly and quietly walks over to Pinewer and retrieves his axe. He looks out into the blackness and knows he could never see whatever stalks him. He can only hope that it too has trouble seeing him. He can't even see his horse, just too dark. Not even the stars to help. He finds his axe merely by knowledge and touch. He returns to the place he was resting at, beside a large tree. Another sleepless night ahead of him. He makes sure his pistol is loose in it's holster. A small idea comes to him. Edmund reaches into a pocket and retrieves a small container. He partially opens it. If he hears the wrong sound...
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Post by Admin on May 7, 2020 2:33:13 GMT
The night passes ith Edmund feeling the regard of the hidden observer. Only for a few minutes did the pressure of the sight lift from him but it then returned four-fold.
It the quiet of the morning he comes to realize that he saw no one on the road the previous day once leaving the area around Julian's lodge. There would usually be some traveller seen on even the smaller roads through the forest but not so yesterday; even the usual creatures of the deep woods have fled the area.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2020 19:59:28 GMT
His mind drifted up and down. Trying to remain alert and expecting trouble at any moment. Yet the boredom set in as each hour passed. The desire for meaningful rest ever present. Come on, get on with it!
It was dawn before he realized it. Perhaps the clouds thinned suddenly. Perhaps his mind simply rolled back to alertness. Maybe a bird gave a searching call. Edmund looked around and could see clear enough. Trees, bushes, Pinewer, the falling rain. He began to relax. He shut the lid of the small matchbox he'd held all night long and puts it away. Nothing. How could it be nothing? Was this a test? Still feel the eyes. But they could be anywhere. Or nowhere. Imagination? And who's eyes? An enemy's? Julian keeping tabs on me? Judging my performance? Maybe he knows exactly where Martin is and is timing my discovery? Know too little. Just go.
Edmund scans the area once again but sees just the trees. He opens a canteen and takes a few swallows. Starts to chew some hard beef. He replaces his axe in its carrying loop. He mounts his horse and rides from his resting spot. Time for some tests. Once daylight is plenty he speeds up Pinewer in an attempt to out race whatever could be watching him. He rides that way for an hour, then two. He shifts Shadow whenever he can, again testing if his watchers can likewise Walk the realms. He tries whatever tricks he can to distance himself from those who watch. As the day gets longer and Shadow riding gets easier he again focuses on Martin and hopes he is getting closer.
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Post by Admin on May 10, 2020 6:31:04 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/255tMbq/11385775-w-1024-amp-h-1024~jpg #s://i~ibb~co/255tMbq/11385775-w-1024-amp-h-1024~jpg Try as he might, the feeling of being watched stays with him during the ride. Even dark, ghostly shapes follow and pace him, always staying in the tree shade making their forms difficult to determine. At least they are not threatening. Yet.
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