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Feb. 8th, 2010 @ 06:33 pm Session 5 - Round and Round we go.
Current Location: Rebma
Current Mood: grumpygrumpy
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I couldn't finish the letters, or the map.

Rebma
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Hector
Feb. 1st, 2010 @ 12:57 am Session 4 - Back in Amber
Current Location: Sailing through Shadow
Current Mood: melancholymelancholy
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Found an old map of Torvan, the best I could get on short notice was this one. Topographical, and minimal detail because it's for tactical use.

Can't believe I'm back here. Not half an hour are we back in Amber before all the family bullshit starts up. People trying to kill each other. Telling us whatever they think will get us in on their side. Fuck this noise. Regnum is better than Amber will ever be.

I'm sure my cousins are mad at me, or at least Giselle probably is, but I don't care. I won't be used as a weapon against my family unless I'm sure it's the right thing to do. I'm not going to get murdered in a hallway like Dad was. I still have no idea what that fight was about or who was in the right. I just made sure my friends wouldn't die, but I couldn't go any further than that.

I really feel like Giselle lied to me, lied about why we're here. Are we just here as cannon-fodder for Rinaldo's battles? I won't honor that kind of deal. I hope it was all a mistake, but I'm remembering fast that I can't trust my family.

I told Corynn that I'd miss her, and it turns out it's actually true. Even in Ibelith, I could have Trumped her if I'd wanted to. Can't do that here. I just told her I'd miss her so she'd miss me but... I wish she was here. She's so beautiful, but she's good to talk to as well. She's... a stabilizing influence, and I could use some of that right now, especially before Clara gets a hold of me.

I can't believe how much I'm writing. I've been spending too much time on ships, with not enough people, thinking about depressing things. It's not me, and I hate it, but there's nothing else right now. Next thing you know I'll be composing songs, and be drunk all the time, like Corwin.

Airships are better. They're faster, and you've got to have a crew with you all the time. There's more to see, more choices on your route. I need to see Mom though, and this is the fastest way. She should know what I found out about Dad, and she should know that I'm okay.

I hate this universe. I hope we can solve this crystal curse fast, so that I can get home.

Home.

Didn't realize that Regnum is home. But I guess it is.

- Hector of Regnum
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Hector
Jan. 27th, 2010 @ 10:25 pm Sessions 2 & 3 - Crown of Spring
Current Location: The Defiance
Current Mood: mellowmellow
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Elves are surprisingly less fun than I thought they'd be! It was fun to paint this map though, they one they had was in their fae language. Just got it done.

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Hector
Jan. 13th, 2010 @ 04:44 pm CoS #1 - Bluffing on a pair of Nines
Current Location: Regnum Castle
Current Mood: giddygiddy
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The Conclave is going to be a problem, I see. I think we'll be seeing Mythta a lot. It's a nice place, if you mind the Dragons in the Southern mountains. More importantly, Corynn has chosen me. I'm sure I'll have to deal with Bleys but that's another day.

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Hector
Jan. 4th, 2010 @ 06:56 pm Session 42 - Benedict Overthrown
Current Location: Amber
Current Mood: predatorypredatory
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Bryce
Dec. 29th, 2009 @ 12:13 pm Session 41 - Demon Lords Broken
Current Location: Thelbane - Chaos
Current Mood: soresore
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Bryce
Dec. 21st, 2009 @ 04:37 pm Session 40 - Assault on Torvan
Current Location: Amber
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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Bryce
Nov. 23rd, 2009 @ 04:35 pm Session 0 Crown of Spring - Corynn
Current Location: Regnum Castle
Current Mood: energeticenergetic
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A beautiful lady needed a flower, isn't that how it always goes? Even better, there was a quest. Regnum is a lot of fun so far. Found a map of the place below, for the start of my collection of Regnum maps.

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Hector
Sep. 20th, 2009 @ 12:46 pm It reminds me of something...
Current Location: Rebma
Current Mood: nervousnervous
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There's a trick to moving without being seen. Well several of them, really. But everyone always wants to know about the really flashy ones, the magic or the smoke and the mirrors. But the best trick is just to be nobody, to belong. That's what got me the name Smoke, that's what makes me legendary for my ability to slip away. Everyone looks for the thing that stands out, they can't help it. It's a hard trick to learn. Not only do you have to be able to blend in, but everyone likes to be special. It's tough being nobody.

The city is called Norwest, and it lies in a shadow that the inhabitants call Earth. They remember that much of Amber, even if they don't know that it exists. I was walking through it, surrounded by flashing lights, chattering people. Under my feet, the ground trembled like a bumblebee, machines with the power to rearrange continents making the whole city rattle just under the threshold of most people's awareness. I was taking the long way around, like any other late night shopper. I had my heart set on something pretty too. An onyx dragon, thousands of years old, and breathakingly beautiful.

So I meandered a little. When it's really important, you can afford to take the long way.
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Galiat and I worked our way over miles of road. Slept on the ground, shat in the woods. I could tell that he was a little irritated, it would have been faster to teleport somewhere innocuous, and maybe nobody would have noticed. But it was worth taking the long way, to make sure we did it right. It was strange, working with someone else on a stealthy endeavor. He kept reminding me who I was, I kept breaking character. It was nice though. Like I said, being nobody is tough, so it was nice to be somebody when we weren't being observed.
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Later that night, I was off Norwest's streets. About six hundred feet above them, give or take. I don't worry about the math too much. There's a stillness you get inside, when you're clinging to the glassteel side of a towering building. You know you've got to jump off of it, you know you've got all the gear to make that okay. Still, a little voice in the back of your head asks, "Are you sure? Are you just going to jump, like that?"

The air caught me with a shock across my body. Arms out, legs open, riding nothing across a long gap to the next building. I had my window picked out, but once I was through it I'd have to improvise. Even Smoke couldn't get the blueprints for this place. Luckily, I've always been good at improvising.

Fired a shot, the class broke, I tumbled across slick tile. Alarms were already ringing, and I knew they had deadly security here. There were a lot of things I could have done, employed one of the counterspells I'd brought, dropped a smoke bomb, rolled back out the window to cling to the glass. Instead, I did the risky thing. Stood up, ran across the room with a rifle in my hands. It worked. I fit the physical profile for building security, and the systems didn't fire on me. Know thy enemy. The people I was robbing were too paranoid to trust their own security force. So they set the traps for someone who looked guilty.
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Climbing the wall of Amber Castle wasn't so bad. Doing it without a rope was a little worrysome, but I've climbed harder. No, the bad came when someone grabbed me, and pulled me into a window. He was a ballsy one himself. In a totally dark room, going through someone else's papers, he had the guts to ask me what I was doing there. I told him it was the same thing he was doing. He didn't laugh, but I think he thought it was funny.

Prince Caine. Interrogated me, but was good enough to answer my questions even though he had the upper hand. Told me a few things, asked me not to raise a fuss. Was good enough to sense me just by the fact that I was carrying my Trumps. That galled me a little. I wondered what he was feeling. How does it feel to kill your brother, and how does it feel to know he's not dead, after that?
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The vault was cramped, in a strange way. Plenty of open space, but so little of it was safe to stand in. I think they believed you couldn't walk through it at all without stetting things off. Whoever designed it must not do a lot of yoga. I had my suit built so that it would give me feedback when encountering electrical or MT fields. It let me feel my way through the long steel tunnel, worm my way past traps that I didn't want to know what they did.

Time was a factor, but I'd left myself enough. If I'd laid low after coming through the window, it'd be running out now. They didn't expect me to be in so deep, so soon. A little further, and I came to the final door. This one was only supposed to open when all the traps had been disengaged, but that's because it was supposed to slide out of the tunnel I'd just crawled down. So there were no traps on it, and only a simple lock. The hard stuff was behind me.

I popped the door, and inside was my prize. My eyes misted up a little looking at it. So beautiful, so lovingly crafted. I was patient, and disarmed the last security device. If you ever do something like this yourself, remember, there's always one more inside the vault. My hand closed around it... and it came alive.
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Walking down to the Pattern room was hard. Crawling with security, I kept myself hidden with the softest of Wavesongs. It took hours, working my way down the great stair. Sliding from step to step, pressed against the wall, under the gaze of inscrutible beings of light. The door to the Pattern was guarded of course. Sadly, I could only trick one of the two guards away. The other I had to kill, and I did so as quickly and mercifully as I could.

At last, the whole reason I'd come. To see what had been done to the Pattern so I could draw Trump of it. I unlocked the door, kicked it open... and Brand stared at me.
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Amarisa
Aug. 23rd, 2009 @ 02:12 pm Perspective
Perspective is a valuable thing. For instance, was it really such a good idea to leave a conduit to the Pattern in Arden?

Time will tell.



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