Group Conference

[Thanos]

[At some point after the report to Benedict and possibly after the report to Random if the Landon group is shuffled off to Amber]

[to facilitate a group conversation I have opened another thread so that Dave does not have to make huge edits in the middle of our regular threads, forgive whatever license I take if I am off base]

Feelings the pricklings of what he can only imagine is a trump contact Heldrik reaches out and deftly snags a hand from both Gray and Arrotel while he staves off the potential attack.

"…contact…trump…ready!"

Heldrik stops resisting the contact and feels a strong military mind putting intense concentration towards him. Roland’s visage looms as Heldrik, Gray, and Attorel look back at him collectively.

"Roland?" Heldrik says with easily noticeable relief.

[Shutter]

As soon as Roland gets contact he eases up on the force.

"Heldrik, hel...What's wrong?" Roland breaks off before his sentance even gets going, sensing something amiss.

[Icebird]

In as cassual and nonchalant of a voice as he can muster, Arrotel answers the question.

"Well, the others won't let me summon Benedict to help in a snowball fight, we found a shadow dweller who can do trump like things, and got shot at once by some guards. That's really about it.
Oh, and by the way- Landon just got stolen in what we think was a trump contact. Looked like he was fighting mentally as he faded out."

[Thanos]

"To be honest, we fully expected to be targeted by trump attack so we planned on meeting whatever took Landon with all three of us to face it down."

[Unless somebody stops him from talking with an invite through or warns him to not say to much cause trumps might be monitered]

Despite Arrotel's humor the summary that Heldrik gives is a little more detailed. It excludes his own little side adventure, the load of fluff that Landon would normally interject, and anything that happened after Landon's apparent abduction. He makes some clarifications for Roland or anybody else that joins the contact as needed.

"Thats about it. The Maze seems to be another primal or semi-primal power, different than Broken Pattern, and does not seem to be a direct offshoot of the regular Pattern like broken does."
Heldrik's expression invites questions and comments.

[chalice]

Gray says nothing, just holds onto her companion's hand painfully tightly. She doesn't seem to relax as much at the sight of Roland as Arrotel and Heldrik do.

[Pygysys]

Kat continues to watch Roland and his efforts, her brow furrowing a little whilst she waits to hear what's happening on the other end. Choosing to be impatient, she asks aloud, "What is it, Roland? What's happening?"

[Wired*Nun]

[need to resolve this one way or the other - it should be after the group is in Shadow Avalon - will you two guys talk over Trump, or will one group join the other, or something else]

[chalice]

"Roland, may we come through and speak with you and your team face to face?"

Gray looks at Heldrik and Arrotel: "If that would suit, gentlemen?"

To Roland: "We have a companion-" she indicates Asmundsen with a faint smile "as well...he is under our protection..."

[Shutter]

Roland extends his hand to Heldrik et al.

"If you vouch for your guest, come through." Damnit...should have asked Josh first...his home...

[Thanos]

Heldrik holds off a moment and makes a comment for Asmondson and the troops on loan to gather. Then he accepts Rolands hand and the group with a little effort is pulled through.

"I take it this place is safe?" says Heldrik as he warily takes a look around the room smiling to Raevyn, nodding to Katarzyna, and giving a small bow to Josh as the assumed host. Heldrik is missing a boot, scabbard, and apparently his blade.

[LynMars]

Rae's eyes widen a bit as the whole group, minus Landon and his dog, come through into the study. "Y-yes, it is; this is Josh's place. Hello, cousins."

[Icebird]

Following Heldrick's lead, Arrotel makes a small bow to the room in general.

"What a pleasure to see my cousins, especially ones whom I meet for the first time. I am Arrotel, as you may have deduced. And I assume that you are Katarzyna, whom I have heard about." The last is indeed directed to Kat.

[Pygysys]

Kat pushes away from the wall as the Trump contact seems to strengthen and materialize with the appearance of Heldrik and Co. Her gaze brushes over the faces she knows, lingering a little on Asmundsen for a moment before turning completely to Arrotel.

"I am," she smiles in acknowledgement of Arrotel's statement, "Well met, brother. I was not certain when we would have this moment to become acquaintained."

[chalice]

Gray smiles faintly and nervously at her four cousins, still holding onto Heldrik's hand like a child among strangers. She looks tired and on edge, eyes slightly brighter than they should be.

"Perhaps you should sit, Heldrik," she suggests, glancing down at his recently-injured foot, speaking quietly so as not to disturb the meeting between Arrotel and Katarzyna.

[Shutter]

Roland closes his sketch book, putting it away and looking over the newcomers, particularly Asmundson and Arrotel.

"Not to be rude, cousins, but I would dearly like to know what happened to Landon..." His voice is stern but polite, waiting for a lull and not interrupting anyone mid sentance.

[LynMars]

Rae looks around, noticing especially that there is a stranger, and that Gray looks rather disquieted, holding onto Heldrik. She then heads over to the door and slips out, looking until she finds Jaime. "Please don't think me presumptuous, but there are suddenly several guests in the study; I don't know how long they'll be here, and Josh will likely give you further instructions later, but for now, perhaps some refreshments should be brought up. A soothing tea, at least, please. Thank you."

She smiles apologetically and returns quickly, quietly to the study, planning to ask either Kat or Josh to fill her in on whatever she may have missed later.

[Pygysys]

Kat speaks quietly to Arrotel, "We have much to speak of but once matters of more import have been seen to." She then turns her attention to Roland and Heldrik, anxious to hear of what has befallen Landon but not as quick to dismiss the shape her cousins have arrived in. Speaking softly, she makes her way to stand by Roland's side, "Give them a moment to settle, Roland. I think we could all take the time to get comfortable and then listen to Heldrik's account."

[Shutter]

Gray:"Thank you. Benedict is already aware of Landon's loss and presumably taking whatever action he feels appropriate."Roland relaxes visibly. "Thank you Gray, that gives us some time then I think. By all means, have a seat, I think refreshments will be on their way shortly." He pulls a chair out and slides it towards Heldrik.

[Icebird]

Arrotel will take a moment to speak quietly with Asmunson off to the side, telling him the names of those he in the room, and if there is time, a little bit of the more recent family structure. He seems content to let someone else explain the situation this time.

[Thanos]

“I see some details are needed to help flesh out the situation for you,” says Heldrik from his seat. With a smile down at Gray he appreciates her attention.

“Landon decided that we should leave immediately out of Amber. Since I was going to be picking up Darius, Quinn, and Ethan here he gave me his Trump and I traveled out of Amber while he got the others ready. We traveled to Landon’s Shadow Englund and visited another Asmondson who had passed away.” Heldrik indicates the new comers.

“Landon’s story about a shadow trump artist was correct and it seems that Asmondson had some hand in getting Landon to rescue Lady Agraynel, although not specifically targeting Landon he says. Asmondson claims that he trapped Siodmak in the shadow that Landon originally found himself in for many years trying to cure his evil ways. With his able help we traveled to the Story Book shadow, which we discovered was a constructed shadow only about 50 miles wide and turns in upon itself.. In that shadow we discovered a trump that depicted Siodmak and a Joakim. We utilized the trump to contact Joakim out in Siodmak’s home shadow and fambuzaled him into bringing us across. We captured him in a firefight with his troops with Lady Agraynel and Telloth’s help. He currently resides in Amber under watch as we assume he has already been interrogated.”

Heldrik accepts some tea as it arrives and seems to have paused to collect his thoughts for a moment and then continues.

“We escaped back to Landon’s shadow and after a night of rest proceeded to Asmondson’s shadow to take a look at the Maze which he described as a source of his and Siodmak’s power. There is also one in Siodmak’s shadow, but considering the shadows hostile nature, it was deemed that Asmondson’s version would be safer to initially view.”

Heldrik notes that Arrotel is speaking on the side to Asmondson and smiles with approval as he keeps him distracted from interrupting.

“The Maze is in an enormous cavern, perhaps two hundred yards across. It is pulsing, changing, and shifting like a slow-motion wave of green glowing gel in an invisible swimming-pool. Like the Pattern it seemed to have a starting-point partway around away from the front enterence. I had decided that further study was needed so I started walking around the cavern looking for any regularities in the shifting and pulsing. I had planned on using Pattern sign to augment my natural perceptions, but that caused problems.”

Heldrik’s expression seems a bit in flux from pleasure to pain, but he continues.

“I know no other way to describe it but as a kiss from a primal power. For a few moments I was trapped by bliss so engaging that I felt nothing else. I have been told that my scabbard burned and melted, the metal fastening dripped onto my boot melting the leather there and eventually the top of my foot as well. It was about that time that Lady Agraynel shook me out of my stupor to help me with my foot problem, which I painfully discovered still existed a moment later.” With a smile he says, “She is most skilled.”

After a pause of slight indecision, “It seems that the Maze and the Pattern as powers do not exactly get along as I never got the Sign of the Pattern up to take a look at the Maze.”

“It was while I was being attended to that Landon seemed to receive a trump contact. Something happened to get our attention and we saw him swirl into a rainbow with a grimace on his face. Arthur seemed to have sensed something wrong and narrowly got himself pulled out with Landon. We immediately tried to get Landon by his trump, but after much effort found it was fruitless.

[We are assuming that we also talked to somebody in Amber about Landon’s disappearance]

“We contacted Benedict to pull us out and provide us access to Amber by Trump as among the three of us we have trumps for only Landon and Benedict,” he says showing them the trump of Landon that he was given. “Shortly after Roland gave me a call, but not knowing who it was I pulled Lady Agranel and Master Arrotel onto the call in case the same force that absconded with Landon was making an attempt to capture myself. Now we are here, without the his Majesty’s appointed leader for our group.”

[chalice]

"And without Siodmak or Elress," Gray adds, quietly.

[LynMars]

Roland: "...I think refreshments will be on their way shortly."
Raevyn nods, glancing somewhat apologetically to Josh. "I took the liberty of finding Jaime and having something brought up; you all look as though you need it."

As she listens to Heldrik's account of what happened since they left Amber, Rae considers the Trumps they made. "Seems like you've accomplished quite a bit, really; we're still getting started. We took the time to make a few Trumps before heading off, while we decided on our course of action. We were trying to call Landon to relay some information and copies of the Trumps."

[Icebird]

Arrotel finishes discussing relations with Asmunson about the time that Heldrick finishes summarizing.

"You are correct on the events, but I'll have to disagree with one of your deductions. I don't think that the Maze is on bad terms with the Pattern- just defending itself. Remember, those who have read the book, Merlin's description of the encounter between the logrus sign and the pattern in castle Amber. It blew out a sizable section of the building, but Merlin himself was able to hold both the Logrus and the Pattern in himself without incident for many years, and does to this day. The maze may simply have been defending itself from your pattern sword, as opposed to you. I am confident that there would have been no danger to myself if I had walked it."

Arrotel seems a bit surprised with himself for such a long talk- he usually keeps his explanations far shorter, relying on others to make grand speeches.

[Thanos]

Heldrik’s tone is confident and direct as if talking to an equal in a discussion of facts.
“If it was defending itself from the blade, would it not have done what it did when I first entered the cave. I was no nearer to the Maze physically when I tried to pull up the Sign. The blade reacted to what the Maze did or it reacted to the blade after it had reached out and touched me, not before. It kept itself from being scanned close up, I am sure of it.”


“Theory being what it is….I do not know this Merlin fellow, but in Amber only the direct descendants of Oberon can walk the Pattern, right? If the power in Chaos works the same way then perhaps Merlin has duel heritage? His situation might be unique?"

"It seems that the Maze will allow mortals like Asmondson become initiates as does the broken pattern, if Landon’s account was correct. However, as you have said Arrotel the broken pattern could not engrave itself on you as you had a higher order power, the Pattern. Some things to think about, since we do not know for certain.”

Heldrik finish's off his tea and takes off his other boot. Having one foot in a boot and one foot out of a boot is annoying.

[Pygysys]

"Well whatever it is or turns out to be, I'm certain further investigation will prove exciting not to mention time consuming." Kat goes back to leaning against a wall, "But I take it you're no further forward in actually locating Siodmak or Elress, meaning you've arrived at a triple junction when we factor in Landon's disappearance. So where do we all proceed from here?"

She looks at the gathered other party members, one at a time. "I don't suppose your group received any further instruction in how to continue? We do have some information regarding Siodmak that needs to be passed along." No need to dally around any further, especially if Siodmak had anything to do with Landon's disappearance. Forgive me Roland, but Arrotel needs to know.

"Siodmak is our brother, Arrotel. So knowing that, and knowing that he has some connection to this Maze, I now wonder if it would be possible for Siodmak to Walk the Pattern. If so, would his power associated with the Maze be lost to a power of a higher order? What other effects might it have? It should also be advised that Siodmak is somewhat similiar to Merlin in that he possesses dual heritage. His mother was from the Courts. That is all we know at this time, but I do suggest to all and sundry that regardless to our relation to us, none allow that to affect their judgement in their dealings with him." That should be cold enough to the point. Kat's gaze falls upon Arrotel, "If you have no choice but to strike him down, then that is what you must do."

[Thanos]

Heldrik seems to consider what Kat has said with some deliberation.
Good guesses, yes, but this revelation that Siodmak is yet another of the Lord Generals children is disturbing. Three kids for him, and only one or occasionally two for the others. Seems odd, but then again, perhaps the Lord General has been around longer than the rest. The others certainly give him a great deal of respect it seemed. Do I have a brother or sister by a different mother? On a different note, perhaps Landon was abducted to be used as a prison in exchange for Joakim? Damn, well thats perhaps what he deserves for his ill fated plan.

[this is where the players often give the GM insidious ideas]

"I have had a rather disturbing thought. If, as I suspect, Landon was kidnapped by Siodmak it could be inferred that he knows that Amber has Joakim. He may wish to perform a prisoner exchange, as it were, Landon for Joakim. The question is how to verify this theory without tipping off Siodmak should he not know about either."

[Pygysys]

Kat shrugs, "Well if that was indeed the case, then I suspect it is only a matter of time before Siodmak sends ransom demands or a prisoner exchange request to those in power in Amber."

She shrugs again, "Should it prove to be someone else aside from Siodmak responsible for Landon's disappearance, then I would expect the same if a ransom is what they are after. It could be possible that they have no intent for such a thing and are an enemy of Landon's, or that his abductor could also be the same person responsible for Joss' assassination."

Kat looks between Roland and Raevyn, ignoring Josh, "What do you think, cousins? Should we proceed with our own agenda as planned? Or have these most recent turn of events altered our course?" Whilst waiting their replies, she moves away from her wall spot yet again and moves towards the Orphans who had been riding with Heldrik.

[chalice]

Gray looks up.

“May I ask, is Siodmak aware of his parentage?”

Not worth being angry that this information was kept from us.

She hesitates, biting her lip briefly, then decides to say what is in her mind.


“It may, perhaps, matter.

“From what we learned of him before our orders changed, I do not think he is indifferent to the idea of family, of belonging somewhere. He went to the trouble of finding Joakim, who is like enough to be his Shadow. In fact, I think he has found several versions of him over the years – he felt the need for a ‘brother’, someone to share things with and trust.

“Asmundsen,” she smiles over at Challenger “says he spoke of Joakim constantly during his time in Fern Hollow. Though I dare say he would be most reluctant to admit it, offering him a place in a true family might hold appeal, when we must deal with him. At the very least, it might cause him to hesitate at a useful moment.

“On the subject of Joakim, if Siodmak has found Shadow replacements before, we hold nothing he would trade for.”

The corner of her mouth twitches in a lopsided smile. “While I’m talking too much,”

and probably making a fool of myself

“I’ll add what would have been my suggestion for where he might be found, had we not been pulled from the hunt. Siodmak desires power – perhaps for security, perhaps for its own sake. He must have seen that in Amber he could have that, even if he did not suspect he were Family. If he has gone elsewhere, would it not be somewhere he believes he can, um, can make a better deal? To me, with the knowledge we had at the time, that suggested back to the Keep. However, if he is aware of his heritage, it may mean the Courts of Chaos.”

Whither I do not wish to go

[LynMars]

"Siodmak didn't seem aware of his parentage when we first met in the Keep, though Dunstan claimed to have the knowledge. If Siodmak wants either power, or information, he may very well try there first, to find out whatever Dunstan was hinting at. If he's got Elress as a partner, rather than a prisoner, he might feel confident enough to take him on; he wouldn't have tried the first assault without Joss, and the thought that Roland or I would have pitched in on that ill-fated attempt of theirs once we saw what was going on."

[chalice]

Gray nods. "Even the use of the word 'brother' on Dunstan's part might be enough to lure Siodmak back there eventually; to learn what was meant."

I know what a strong lure the offer of a brother can be, after all...

"I suppose it's even possible that Siodmak had 'signed up' as it were with Dunstan during your visit, then staged an attack to 'show' they were not on good terms. The incident made a great excuse for Dunstan to 'let' you all go, whereupon Siodmak was brought straight to Amber..."

"Elress...I seem to have heard her described as the child of both Bleys and Fiona on different occasions...an odd thing to be unclear...does it seem possible to anyone else that she is actually Brand's? If so, she might well be interested in going with Siodmak to the Keep, meeting Dunstan..."

A shake of the head, as if to banish cobwebs.

"Too much theorising - sorry."

[Wired*Nun]

Josh sits silent until now, listening to the deepening webspinning. "Is it somehow critical that we know whose Elress is? I've always heard she was Bleys'...her temperment fits, she's not, umm, bipolar the way Brand seemed to be...but I might be able to find out. Umm, I mean, if it was important enough to call in favors."

[Wired*Nun]

[QUOTE=LynMars]. She then heads over to the door and slips out, looking until she finds Jaime. "Please don't think me presumptuous, but there are suddenly several guests in the study; I don't know how long they'll be here, and Josh will likely give you further instructions later, but for now, perhaps some refreshments should be brought up. A soothing tea, at least, please. Thank you."
[ QUOTE]

Refreshments for all soon arrive, simple ham, bread, butter, tea, coffee and jam, with some spicy-sweet mustard on the side.

[Icebird]

[Snip: this part is earlier in the conversation]
"The blade reacted to what the Maze did or it reacted to the blade after it had reached out and touched me, not before. "Exactly, but remember that its first reaction to the sign was to send a moment of bliss- that doesn't seem very hostile to me."

“...perhaps Merlin has duel heritage? His situation might be unique?""With regards to the Pattern and Logrus perhaps, but the maze has accepted mortals- blood doesn't seem to have anything to do with it, so no duel heritage should be required.

"Well, as I was reminded earlier, our job was to bring Sidomak back alive if possible. As for the necessity of killing him, I strongly doubt that I will be the one to make that choice, for which I am glad. In mental combat, where I could possibly help, it would be to immobilize him, not kill. In physical combat, I would not be of much help anyways."

[chalice]

Gray looks over at Arrotel, and gives him a faint smile of support, worried that her new pack mate is upset or unsettled by the direction of discussion.

Josh sits silent until now, listening to the deepening webspinning. "Is it somehow critical that we know whose Elress is? I've always heard she was Bleys'...her temperment fits, she's not, umm, bipolar the way Brand seemed to be...but I might be able to find out. Umm, I mean, if it was important enough to call in favors.""Not critical - probably not even important." Gray sounds faintly apologetic for having gone off at a tangent. "My thinking was that a child of Brand's might feel common cause with another 'outsider' as it were. And have good reason to want to know more about the Keep, since it is linked to people who were linked to Brand. I was really trying to puzzle out whether she was with Siodmak of her own free will or not - how worried we should be about her, or not...everyone just seems to forget about her..."

The more people pay attention to what Gray is saying, the less comfortable and coherent she seems to to be.

Get it together, would you Gray, and stop babbling?

"If Siodmak's background might be important in figuring out his motives, then it might do to pay some attention to Elress's. If we are still considering she might have gone of her own free will? That's all I was suggesting. And I suppose I was trying to figure out why she might voluntarily take off with someone as unpreposessing as Siodmak. I don't think his personal charm would do it, if he's anything like Joakim. Then again," an expression of distaste flits across her features, "she had mated with him, so perhaps he has charms we aren't aware of."

She looks down at her hands, hair swinging to cover her face.

"Don't expect it matters, really, Josh..." she mutters. "In any case, we were directed to stop looking for either of them, and investigate the Mazes, so..."

[Wired*Nun]

"Don't expect it matters, really, Josh..." she mutters. "In any case, we were directed to stop looking for either of them, and investigate the Mazes, so..."
To Gray, Josh replies, "I think you all need to stop worrying so much about the letter of our - or your- orders and go with the spirit. Our job is to find out what is going on and eliminate threats to Amber. I think we can get a lotta leeway in that...and I think it's all tied together, somehow. Somehow..."

[Wired*Nun]

Following Heldrick's lead, Arrotel makes a small bow to the room in general.

"What a pleasure to see my cousins, especially ones whom I meet for the first time. I am Arrotel, as you may have deduced. And I assume that you are Katarzyna, whom I have heard about." The last is indeed directed to Kat.
[Better late than never] Joshua waves at the new group, coloring slightly, and says, "Josh, that's me."

[Wired*Nun]

[We are assuming that we also talked to somebody in Amber about Landon’s disappearance]

[Let's not assume this, let's assume you have not yet told anyone and then someone can do so IC. This conference is taking almost no time in Jorden.]

[Wired*Nun]

Rae considers the Trumps they made. "Seems like you've accomplished quite a bit, really; we're still getting started. We took the time to make a few Trumps before heading off, while we decided on our course of action. We were trying to call Landon to relay some information and copies of the Trumps."
Josh chimes in here, "Yes, we have trumps for everyone that didn't have some, if the owners will give them up." He flicks an almost-wink in someone's direction - hard to tell whose. [Decide among yourselves how you would like to split up trumps, Family only to start. Josh will argue against giving any to Asmundson if anyone were to want to.] "I also need to have umm, Agraynel and Heldrik do a sitting for a while, preferably for both me and Raevyn, when we can, to get some Trumps of you two."

[Wired*Nun]

Heldrik finish's off his tea and takes off his other boot. Having one foot in a boot and one foot out of a boot is annoying.
Ever perceptive, Jaime sends Pierre in with a selection of socks and boots for Heldrik to try on, including some...bunny slippers...if he would like...

[Wired*Nun]

“From what we learned of him before our orders changed, I do not think he is indifferent to the idea of family, of belonging somewhere. He went to the trouble of finding Joakim, who is like enough to be his Shadow. In fact, I think he has found several versions of him over the years – he felt the need for a ‘brother’, someone to share things with and trust.

“Asmundsen,” she smiles over at Challenger “says he spoke of Joakim constantly during his time in Fern Hollow. Though I dare say he would be most reluctant to admit it, offering him a place in a true family might hold appeal, when we must deal with him. At the very least, it might cause him to hesitate at a useful moment.

Siodmak desires power – perhaps for security, perhaps for its own sake. He must have seen that in Amber he could have that, even if he did not suspect he were Family.


At Agraynel's words, Challenger smiles benevolently and pontificates, "You are correct, dear Agraynel. He always did have a desperate hunger for family, and to find his heritage. I could not help him with that, and I could not stay there in Fern Hollow and be his surrogate forever. However, he has turned back to evil, and for the evil, power is never measured in absolutes, only in relatives. He desires not merely power - but power over those he fears, hates, desires, wants, needs...he would never settle to be only one among us. His will to power is insatiable, I am convinced."

[chalice]

To Gray, Josh replies, "I think you all need to stop worrying so much about the letter of our - or your- orders and go with the spirit. Our job is to find out what is going on and eliminate threats to Amber. I think we can get a lotta leeway in that...and I think it's all tied together, somehow. Somehow...""Maybe you're right. Of course, since Landon apparently didn't bother to fill us in on what our real 'orders' were a lot of the time, it's somewhat difficult to know whether we made any progress towards them or not, or simply chased round in circles."

Frustration lends a harsh edge to Gray's usually soft voice, and she tries to lighten her tone.

"Excellent snow battle, though," she smiles at Arrotel, Asmundsen and Heldrik.

He desires not merely power - but power over those he fears, hates, desires, wants, needs...he would never settle to be only one among us. His will to power is insatiable, I am convinced."
"You really think it is too late for him, then?" Gray's voice is sad.

[Wired*Nun]

Josh shoots back, "Sounds like that makes it pretty simple, umm, Agraynel, without orders, you can do what you want. Maybe you should figure a way to send a report in to Amber, write a letter or something, then just go do what needs to be done. Joss is dead, Landon is kidnapped, Elress and Siodmak wanted for questioning...I think you have ample reason to do whatever you see is in Amber's best interest without micromanagement from the top. You know how Elders are..."


To Gray's question, Asmundson says, "A man - or wolf -" here his eyes twinkle, "makes his choices, then his choices make him. Siodmak spent eight years in an idyllic existence with loving companions, then two more under my mentorship. Yet, like some kind of opium demon, he bolted from both as soon as he had the power - and not merely to escape suffocation, as some might suppose. He could have painted me, easily, and contacted me, but he didn't. He blocked my attempts to reach him. He went back to his murder and his rape and his cannibalism and his godlessness - unless you count himself as his own god. The philosopher Nero once said, 'a man whose god is himself falls perforce into blasphemy, or narcissim, or both.' Likewise, Blaise Pascal said, "There is a God-shaped vacuum in the heart of every man which cannot be filled by any created thing.' That is why we have patrons, and angels, and saints."

[chalice]

Josh shoots back, "Sounds like that makes it pretty simple, umm, Agraynel, without orders, you can do what you want. Maybe you should figure a way to send a report in to Amber, write a letter or something, then just go do what needs to be done. Joss is dead, Landon is kidnapped, Elress and Siodmak wanted for questioning...I think you have ample reason to do whatever you see is in Amber's best interest without micromanagement from the top. You know how Elders are..."Unsure why Josh is snapping at her, Gray's temper rises to match his all the same. Her slight figure tenses.

"Thank you for explaining the situation to me, Joshua. I'm sure I would never have figured any of it out by myself. Especially the bit about letter-writing."

She looks directly at Josh, and her eyes have bled to wolf-silver.

"My companions and I have already got blood on our hands during this mission. You seem to have settled for paint so far, so I don't think I'll be taking any lectures on inaction from you.

"In the last few days, I've lost my father and now the man who might be my brother. I'm not in the mood to be patronised, and for your information, I don't know how Elders are, unless you want to count the one who nearly killed me."

"How should I? - I've been in a bloody tower for two hundred years and still would be were it not for Asmundsen, our guest whom you were just now insulting. The reason we are not 'doing what needs to be done' right now is that we were brought here, and took the time to share information with you. So how about you just go to hell?"

[LynMars]

Rae is startled by the sudden snapping. She carefully clears her throat and leans forward, imploring. "Gray, please, he didn't mean to insult you or your companions' actions so far; there's no reason to get upset over simple miscommunication. Please, let's not all argue over this. Josh has been gracious enough to allow us all to gather here, in his Shadow, to exchange information we each gathered and to discuss the next course of action. We have plenty of time here. Please, let's not let misplaced words jeaprodize our mission."

Rae looks earnestly between Gray and Josh, and then over to Roland and Heldrik for any help. Only one thing about Gray's outburst really bothers her. 'Her brother? I thought Landon was Flora's son? Or does she mean something else? That must be it.'

[chalice]

Why is she apologising for him...? Still, I like Raevyn. I thought we might be friends. I don't want her to be upset.

"Fine, "says Gray levelly. "We have shared our information with you. Did you need to tell us anything else besides whose son Siodmak is?"

Besides the thing it might just have been useful to know before we went off after him?

"Or shall we get on with the 'simple' task of deciding what to do next?"

[Thanos]

As Gray’s voice picks up volume and angst Heldrik quickly becomes distracted from picking out some boots, although socks are already on his somewhat stinky feet. Standing with a pink bunny slipper in one hand he motions to the room at large with it and says,
“I think perhaps my group should all get some rest. I know for my part the trauma of the last few days has been a bit taxing. We are all dealing with mostly new people under stressful circumstances and I for one would like to keep friction at a minimum at least for the time being.”

With that Heldrik notices that he has been pointing at everybody with a pink fluffy bunny slipper and cracks a smile and points with his other hand at it and laughs. Then he hands the slipper back to the servant helping him, when any other laughter comes to an end, if there is any.
“If everybody can agree in principle, then I would like to talk to Josh, as this is his shadow, and Roland, as the leader of this group, for a few moments in the hall.”
Heldrik says this with a nod to the two of them and uses Gray’s hand to help balance himself while he picks up the pair of boots that did fit him. She knows from the examination of his foot that he doesn’t need her help, but nobody else does. Heldrik squeezes her hand and looks her in the eyes with amusement before letting it go and heading into the hall.

[assuming that Roland and Josh will join him in the hall, with the door closed]

Heldrik is leaning against the wall when the two join him and is putting on his second boot and stamps his foot down to make sure the fit works.
“Thanks for helping me out here. I have been defaulted to as leader of the second group by the others. I really hate doing things without orders and I am all to familiar with both what you term as micro-management and the lack of front line intelligence from the field when making command decisions. If nothing else Flora needs to know that her son is missing in action and as the acting officer in charge that is my duty, unfortunately.”
“Josh is your shadow barred from entry or exit by Pattern?”
[if no]
“I will take a short leave of absence to report to Amber and return as soon as possible. If the time difference is not to great it will hopefully only be a few hours or a day. Is there a place that you would like me to pop into on my return?”
[if yes then Heldrik asks him to turn it off and then says the above]

“Roland, I would ask that you take care of my weary band of adventurers while I am gone. Arrotel is a good guy, if a little on the innocent side, but Katarzyna can see to him most likely. Gray, as you can tell, is full of spirit and comes from a different culture than most of the rest of us. Asmondson is a mortal, per se, but I have suspicions that he is not, which I can not prove currently. Do not separate the three of them if you can help it.”

Heldrik seems to pause looking between the two of them to see if they have any questions or concerns with his plan as stated.

[chalice]

Heldrik says this with a nod to the two of them and uses Gray’s hand to help balance himself while he picks up the pair of boots that did fit him. She knows from the examination of his foot that he doesn’t need her help, but nobody else does. Heldrik squeezes her hand and looks her in the eyes with amusement before letting it go and heading into the hall.
She gives him a rather shame-faced smile back, already embarassed by her loss of control.

After he, Roland and Josh leave, she stays sitting on the floor, staring down into the herbal tea in her cup and taking the occasional sip.

[Pygysys]

Josh chimes in here, "Yes, we have trumps for everyone that didn't have some, if the owners will give them up." He flicks an almost-wink in someone's direction - hard to tell whose. "I also need to have umm, Agraynel and Heldrik do a sitting for a while, preferably for both me and Raevyn, when we can, to get some Trumps of you two."
Almost as if on queue, Kat slips something to one of her Orphans, murmuring something to him. The three Orphans who had been accompanying Landon's group then take their leave from the room. Once their gone, Kat informs the others, "I've sent them to regroup with the other two and to rest. I trust nobody is against that." She smiles and goes quiet, letting everyone else speak in turn as they do.

When Heldrik takes his leave, Kat moves over to Gray. "Here Cousin, should you need me for anything." Kat gifts Gray with a Trump. No need to mention that it would have been Landon's. I still need to give Heldrik one as well. Should I give Arrotel one? Given he is my 'brother', I suppose I must.

Kat repeats the Trump giving process with Arrotel. "And for you as well. We still have much to catch up on. Perhaps after you have rested? For the moment, we really do not need to rush anything just yet."

[chalice]

When Heldrik takes his leave, Kat moves over to Gray. "Here Cousin, should you need me for anything." Kat gifts Gray with a Trump. No need to mention that it would have been Landon's. I still need to give Heldrik one as well. Should I give Arrotel one? Given he is my 'brother', I suppose I must.
Gray looks up at Kat through the hair tumbling about her face; it gives her the look of some startled animal.

"Thank you, Katarzyna. I would gift you mine in return, but none exist so far."

She smiles shyly, and adds: "Your men have been worthy companions."

[Pygysys]

Gray looks up at Kat through the hair tumbling about her face; it gives her the look of some startled animal.

"Thank you, Katarzyna. I would gift you mine in return, but none exist so far."

She smiles shyly, and adds: "Your men have been worthy companions."
"Then I will hold you to that Agraynel and I am heartened to hear that my men have served well. I expected no less from them. Thank you." Kat bows her head to Gray and then gestures towards the door, "Perhaps you'd care to accompany me on a walk around the grounds? I have need of some fresh air and would appreciate the company. I'm also inclined to think that for the moment at least, we have some time for respite."

[LynMars]

Raevyn relaxes a little as the tense situation passes. Once Roland, Josh, and Heldrik go out into the hallway, she follows Kat's lead and hands out a few Trumps as well, of herself, to Gray and Arrotel. She'll also see that they receive copies of Landon, and that Gray gets one of the Trumps of Arrotel, showing them to him as well. If he wants one of himself, and there are enough, it shouldn't be a problem.

She gives Gray a friendly smile. "We only just discovered that bit of information ourselves; that's why we decided to call your group--we thought you needed to know, since Siodmak was one of your objectives. I hope it is useful, whatever happens. Here's a Trump of myself, if you need it. And since Josh does have time moving at such a quick pace here currently, one of us can see about making a few Trumps for you, if there's time and if you'd like."

To Arrotel, she also offers a smile and a Trump. "We haven't really been introduced yet. I'm Raevyn, Gerard's daughter. It's nice to finally meet you; I've seen Trumps Josh has made, and heard a little about you, but it's not really the same, is it? Kat's been looking forward to meeting you, as well."

When Kat suggests going out for a walk, Rae glances over at her. "Mind if I tag along? We could really chat without all these boys around, at least." The last is said with a bit of a teasing tone.

[Shutter]

Roland watches quietly from the sidelines while passions flare up and get smoothed over. Good job there, I wonder what that outburst was all about though? Residual tension...Something more, that girl is fierce...fierce in an odd manner. When Heldrik requests to speak with him in the hall Roland nods and follows. Giving a quick appreciative smile to Kat and Raevyn on his way out the door.

Heldrik:“Roland, I would ask that you take care of my weary band of adventurers while I am gone. Arrotel is a good guy, if a little on the innocent side, but Katarzyna can see to him most likely. Gray, as you can tell, is full of spirit and comes from a different culture than most of the rest of us. Asmondson is a mortal, per se, but I have suspicions that he is not, which I can not prove currently. Do not separate the three of them if you can help it.”
Roland gives a slight bow of the head. "Of course. I will look after them." He extends his right hand, "Heldrik, no hard feelings for how I spoke to you when we met?"

[Thanos]

"Thank you. Of course not," Heldrik says as he shakes Roland's hand, "no need to mention it even," he says with a smile.

Good, my initial impressions of you Roland are turning out to be accurate. Slow to anger, quick to mend fences, even if in this case there were none built in the first place.

Heldrik gives Josh a look to see if there is anything that he would like to say.

[Pygysys]

Kat chuckles at Raevyn's request, "Not at all, please do in fact. It would be nice to have a moment or two without the 'boys' around. Don't worry lads, we won't gossip about any of you for too long." She grins then and steps out of the study and into the hall, nodding to those already outside.

"Don't mind us," she tells Roland, Heldrik and Josh, "We're just taking some time for a walk."

[chalice]

Gray returns Raevyn's smile with a surprisingly sweet one of her own, and thanks her for the Trumps, which she regards admiringly. "I should be pleased to sit for you, if you have time," she says, shyly. "I never knew anyone other than Dworkin could create these. It must be a marvelous gift."


Gray tags along with the other girls for their walk, looking at her surroundings curiously.

When next addressed by her full name, she says with a small smile: "Please make it Gray. I should prefer it."

[OOC: she's willing to chat, but her player is away from later today for a few days - maybe we can backtrack anything necessary? Have a few hours now, though:smiling: ]

[Wired*Nun]

"Thank you for explaining the situation to me, Joshua. I'm sure I would never have figured any of it out by myself. Especially the bit about letter-writing."
At this, Josh freezes with surprise at the tone, and his eyes become bright...

"My companions and I have already got blood on our hands during this mission. You seem to have settled for paint so far, so I don't think I'll be taking any lectures on inaction from you. He looks reflexively at his hands, then back at Gray.

"In the last few days, I've lost my father and now the man who might be my brother. I'm not in the mood to be patronised, and for your information, I don't know how Elders are, unless you want to count the one who nearly killed me."Puzzlement is the next emotion at these statements.


"How should I? - I've been in a bloody tower for two hundred years and still would be were it not for Asmundsen, our guest whom you were just now insulting. The reason we are not 'doing what needs to be done' right now is that we were brought here, and took the time to share information with you. So how about you just go to hell?"
At this outburst his posture and face relax completely. To those that know Caine at all, this is reminiscent of those times when he became bland and nonreactive, completely internalizing his anger, as a way of retaining the moral high ground. With a clipped precision and a neutral stare at Gray, Josh says, "You are all my guests...but Amberites seem to be the only ones I ever have to remind of that. I am truly disappointed that you have misunderstood my words and intent. I will do my best to ensure it Never. Happens. Again."

At Heldrik's interjection, Josh shifts his attention without changing expression. Following Heldrik into the hall, Josh continues down it, waving the two others into a parlor. As Heldrik talks, he pours himself a drink, gesturing an offer to the others.

To Heldrik's question about the Pattern, he says, "It can be, or not. Generally it is not barred from exit but I keep it always barred to entry from all forces, until I can evaluate them. However, as I keep reminding people, we are on extreme fast-time right now. Four days here are only an hour in Amber. The hours we spend talking are each less than a minute there. Let's work everything out - including letting certain people regain their composure - before anyone needs to run off anywhere. If and when you go and return, any public area is fine. Probably the courtyard is best."

[Wired*Nun]

Kat chuckles at Raevyn's request, "Not at all, please do in fact. It would be nice to have a moment or two without the 'boys' around. Don't worry lads, we won't gossip about any of you for too long." She grins then and steps out of the study and into the hall, nodding to those already outside.

"Don't mind us," she tells Roland, Heldrik and Josh, "We're just taking some time for a walk."
Asmundson taps his temple with the end of his silver-chased walking-stick in salute to the ladies as they leave, and continues to enjoy the fine victuals in as comfortable a chair as he can find.

[chalice]

"You are all my guests...but Amberites seem to be the only ones I ever have to remind of that. I am truly disappointed that you have misunderstood my words and intent. I will do my best to ensure it Never. Happens. Again."Gray looks as if she is about to reply, but Raevyn steps in to smooth things over, followed by Heldrik, and she settles for hiding behind her hair again.

[OOC: at least, if I understand the timing right that's what happened]

As the girls leave to wander outside, Gray hesitates as they pass the door of the parlor where Josh, Heldrik and Roland are.

"Wait for me a moment?" she murmurs to Kat and Raevyn.

Moving to stand just in the doorway, she swallows hard, then forces herself to look Josh in the face.

"Josh, I - I am not going to apologise. But only because words wouldn't suffice to make up for my behaviour. If there is anything I can do to make up for the things I said, you can just tell me, whenever.

"The only explanation I have - no excuse, of course, just an explanation - is that I had news of my father's death a few days ago, and would have preferred to deal with it in quiet and privacy. That hasn't been possible and I - sometimes I get off balance...."

Without waiitng for a response, she backs out of the doorway and rejoins Raveyn and Kat for their walk, looking downcast.

[Thanos]

Heldrik is more than happy to follow Josh and gladly enjoys his hospitality and a drink.

"The time difference is large, so there is no rush," he says with a nod and an appreciative smile for the drink. "I pulled something similar a few days ago my time to get some extra leg work done before going to the Asmondson Maze."

Heldrik looks down into his drink while Gray speaks to the group of guys, but after Josh's reply or after Gray slips back out.
"I have to admit that working under Landon, with seemingly only some of the information available, was highly taxing for all involved. She has not taken it or his disappearance well I am afraid."
With that he throws back the rest of the glass and coughs slightly after it is down.
"Good stuff. Do you make it here?"

[Wired*Nun]

"Josh, I - I am not going to apologise. But only because words wouldn't suffice to make up for my behaviour. If there is anything I can do to make up for the things I said, you can just tell me, whenever.His nostrils flare and eyebrows raise, and his expression grows bitter. "All the same...we're all the same...no apologies, whatever the cost, whatever the excuse, when sometimes that's all you need to do, apologise. Conversations like this are why I prefer my mothers' people over my father's." His tone gentles, to take some of the sting out of his words. "I, ahh, hear you know something about that." He straightens, and half turns, looking away. "If you change your mind about the apology, I will accept it." He stands thus, staring at the wall, or nothing at all, his head tilted slightly back. He might have tears in his eyes.

[Wired*Nun]

With that he throws back the rest of the glass and coughs slightly after it is down.
"Good stuff. Do you make it here?"
Josh's shy smile is back. "No, this is some of my father's favorite rum. Don't worry, I have enough to last for centuries, even if I drank a lot, which I don't."

[chalice]

"If you change your mind about the apology, I will accept it." He stands thus, staring at the wall, or nothing at all, his head tilted slightly back. He might have tears in his eyes.
"Then it is yours, of course. I am sorry Josh. Truly. I didn't withhold an apology from pride - it's only that, in the Pack, one true action is worth many gentle words."

True to this statement, Gray crosses the room swiftly, places a hand on Josh's arm and stands on tiptoe to lightly kiss his cheek as she would console a packmate, before retreating to join the girls.

[Wired*Nun]

After making sure Gray is out of earshot, Josh shakes himself out of his mood, then his head, glances at the others, and grins. "Women. Can't live with 'em..."

[LynMars]

Raevyn waits for Gray with Kat, only slightly anxious. When their cousin returns, Rae carefully takes her arm and offers a friendly squeeze. "It'll be all right, I'm sure. Now, how about we drop by my room so I can find something more practical to wear; Katarzyna and I had some plans for quietly training my abysmal martial skills--if that's still okay, Kat--and we can chat along the way, or during, if you want to watch or even participate. It'll be fun. We'll get to know each other at the same time getting rid of any pent-up energies that need worked out."

[Icebird]

If there is a window that can be opened, Arrotel stands near it, listening to all the goings on without comment. He seems to bristle at Josh's comments, standing straighter and his face hardening, but he still laughs at Heldrick's bunny slipper incident.
After the room is empty except for him and Asmundson, Arrotel stands for a moment, then opens the window and calls Telloth. when the accompanying rainbow effects are finished, Telloth shakes the rain from his feathers- it must be raining in the shadow where he came from, for the sky is clear here. A small piece of ham is presented then eaten, as a treat rather than any real food. If Pierre is still present (I can't find anywhere that says otherwise), Arrotel introduces Telloth.

"This is my dear friend Telloth. He's as intelligent as any of us, though his speach is rather limited by the beak."

After any questions that may come from the two others still in the room, Arrotel sends him off to do whatever it is he does when not needed.

[Wired*Nun]

[His speech is limited to raptor language as well, which among those here probably only Arrotel can understand]

Pierre reaches out a tentative bent finger, not quite touching the bird. "He's beautiful. The seahawks here are much smaller."

[Icebird]

[Yes, I know about the speach]

"He won't bite. Would you strike out if someone wanted to admire you? No? Then neither will he..." Added on after a moments thought, "though if he gets angry, he can take your arm off."

(Assumed recoil on behalf of Pierre) Arrotel stifles a chuckle, then adds

"You'll get plenty of warning before that point though."

[Wired*Nun]

Pierre does not recoil, and his reaching seems not fearful, but respectful. He gently strokes Telloth's pinions with the back of his knuckles, and says, "I nursed a seahawk back to health when I was young. It lived out its days near the house, here. You are a fortunate man, indeed, to have such a companion. Excuse me." He turns with a slight bow, and closes the door on the way out of the room.

[Shutter]

Roland accepts the proffered glass, savoring the rum. With a sigh of deep relief he watches Gray and Josh make up in what looks to be a very sincere manner. Good, good....Both reasonable....If she must be quick to anger, at least she is quick to forgive. On some things.

Waiting for a lull between Josh and Heldrik, "I think it's time for me to go meet Asmundson. If you'll excuse me gentlemen." With a nod to each, Roland makes his way, glass in hand, back to where the shadowdweller still waits.

"Roland. Good to meet you." Right hand extended in greeting.

[Wired*Nun]

Josh looks puzzled after Roland. "Guess I'm chopped liver, hey? I suppose I'll meet him formally later. Maybe he wanted to chat with him privately."

When Roland greets Asmundson, he rises and gives Roland a firm handshake. "Asmundson Challenger, sir, as your service. It's good to see that the tongue still makes the world England, so to speak."

[Shutter]

Makes the world England? Interesting way to put it...Damn, I was hoping Josh would follow me. Need to be more clear I guess."Indeed. I've heard second and third hand descriptions of a vision which visits you. I was hoping you'd indulge me with your description and a telling of how it began?"

[Thanos]

Heldrik watches as Roland leaves and responds to Josh’s comment about women,

After making sure Gray is out of earshot, Josh shakes himself out of his mood, then his head, glances at the others, and grins. "Women. Can't live with 'em...""…but I wouldn’t want to live without them."
After a shared grin Heldrik asks, "You have the ability to alter your shadows relative speed and the ability for effect others from entering or exiting. I grew up in a place much similar, but it was not mine. I was hoping that I could ask you about how you make it work as I would like to return home some time and not spend a month away from Amber spending a day or two there."

[Pygysys]

Raevyn waits for Gray with Kat, only slightly anxious. When their cousin returns, Rae carefully takes her arm and offers a friendly squeeze. "It'll be all right, I'm sure. Now, how about we drop by my room so I can find something more practical to wear; Katarzyna and I had some plans for quietly training my abysmal martial skills--if that's still okay, Kat--and we can chat along the way, or during, if you want to watch or even participate. It'll be fun. We'll get to know each other at the same time getting rid of any pent-up energies that need worked out."
"I think now is the perfect time for us to work on your training Raevyn. Some good old fashioned exercise is just what we need to clear our minds and relax a little." Kat smiles softly at her two cousins, "We all have reason to be agitated, some of us more than others. It will be a measure of all involved, how we choose to regard such tense moments. I would not worry overly much about Josh, Gray." Kat looks to Raevyn, "I know you know him better, but I still find him quick to anger and put offside." How many will bear grudges before this investigation is complete? One or two of us, or all of us in some capacity?

[LynMars]

Raevyn sighs. "I think so many are too ready to assume the worst of each other, that a sharp word is some form of personal attack...But let's not tread there, yet. We're trying to relax now, aren't we?" She pauses by her door. "Give me a moment to change into something more practical, would you?"

Raevyn quickly runs into her room and changes into something she doesn't mind practicing in, something comfortable and durable, and rejoins Kat and Gray. "There we go. Now, shall we?"

[Pygysys]

"You're right of course, Raevyn, we are trying to relax." Kat waits quietly as Raevyn changes, giving Gray a chance to speak if she feels the need.

Upon Raevyn's return, Kat gestures down the hallway, "Now to my rooms to collect those spare weapons I set aside for you. I dare say, from there we can head outside and find a nice quiet patch of sand to double as a practice area."

[Wired*Nun]

Heldrik watches as Roland leaves and responds to Josh’s comment about women,

"…but I wouldn’t want to live without them."
After a shared grin Heldrik asks, "You have the ability to alter your shadows relative speed and the ability for effect others from entering or exiting. I grew up in a place much similar, but it was not mine. I was hoping that I could ask you about how you make it work as I would like to return home some time and not spend a month away from Amber spending a day or two there."


"It's, umm, mostly a matter of dwelling here for enough time, and exercising the things we do routinely, building their efect. For example, normally we can manipulate probability. If I do that for a long enough time I could cause great changes - say, cause a volcano to erupt or a hurricane to arrive. Do it more and more often and it gets easier and eaier. Shadows are flexible, but they must be worked to become more malleable. It is a process of years. You also start learning a few shortcuts. My father helped me start on Jorden, a long time ago."

[Wired*Nun]

Makes the world England? Interesting way to put it...Damn, I was hoping Josh would follow me. Need to be more clear I guess."Indeed. I've heard second and third hand descriptions of a vision which visits you. I was hoping you'd indulge me with your description and a telling of how it began?"
"Of course, my good man, of course. Every convert loves to talk about his conversion, eh, what? Well, at least I wasn't struck blind like Saint Paul!"

"Actually, the main chapter in London, of which I am a member, received an urgent message from Bertrand St. Thomas, the chairman of our Isle of Man chapter. This in itself was unusual, as at the time the Isle's entire membership numbered no more than ten. The message talked of an amazing artifact that one of the members had discovered while spelunking under Mount Snaefells."

"When the chapter was summoned to hear this message, I immediately volunteered to go investigate, along with several of my brothers in the society. We quickly outfitted ourselves with everything we thought we might need, and took ship for the Isle. Upon arrival, we went with Bertrand into the mountain and observed the Maze."

"I was fascinated, of course, and took up residence there, leading the scientific investigation while the Society invested in purchasing appropriate lands, mining rights and so on to ensure its security. The entrance and tunnel was improved and a system of transport installed. This took over a year, during which I made every possible experiment I could devise."

"Finally, I was stymied. I ran out of experiments, and for some days simply sat meditating and praying, for I had come to the end of my resources. I needed inspiration, divine or mundane. The she appeared to me."

"At first, I was frightened, but she told me to be unafraid, and instructed me how to traverse the Maze. Upon completing it, she instructed me in new and more efficacious sorcerous techniques, and spoke of the great work she is preparing, which as best I can understand is, to bring all the cosmos back into harmony with itself."

[chalice]

"You're right of course, Raevyn, we are trying to relax." Kat waits quietly as Raevyn changes, giving Gray a chance to speak if she feels the need.

Upon Raevyn's return, Kat gestures down the hallway, "Now to my rooms to collect those spare weapons I set aside for you. I dare say, from there we can head outside and find a nice quiet patch of sand to double as a practice area."

"I will watch, at least at first, if you don't mind? I have some weapons training, but usually fight without."

To Kat: "I am not worrying about Josh. I have apologised for upsetting him, but note that he made no apology of his own for being unthinkingly condescending and offensive. Well enough; so long as we can be civil to one another, I don't much care."

Gray tags along, watching combat practice when it begins, but not keen to join in.

[Thanos]

Heldrik nods appropriately taking mental notes as Josh explains.
“Much like the shadow paths one uses to get in or out of Amber proper without shifting, the more use the easier it is to travel. I guess I never really did anything like that where I grew up as I mostly concentrated on escaping. I did learn how to build these though.”

Lets see what you think of this little toybox?

Heldrik throws his cloak over his shoulder to allow for Josh to have a clear view. Reaching towards his belt his hand disappears up to the wrist. Less than a moment later he starts slowly drawing his blade out of thin air. Once it is fully in view he puts in across the arms of a chair and then takes off his belt offering it to Josh. Seeing that he is unsure as to what to do he takes his hand with his own and puts it into the shadow pocket. The cool air and smooth hard sides remind him of a stone vault.

“I call this a deep pocket, a little zone of shadow rolled up like a cigarette. Very convenient for storing things out of sight or to unwieldy or heavy to deal with. This one is built specificly for my sword and reinforced to survive travel.”

[Shutter]

Asmundson:"...bring all the cosmos back into harmony with itself."
Can I ask him to make a Trump of her? He's a fanatic, a convert as he said...Such people rarely sell out their Gods..

"Have you tried making a Trump of her?" Rolling the dice a little recklessly aren't we?

[Wired*Nun]

Josh nods sagely at Heldrik's display. "Shadow pockets, yes. Not something I've worked with a lot, though I do understand the principles. Quite useful in certain ways, I can see. I thought about making one for Lester, instead of a bag, but he'd never forgive me. Now if I could make it super-slow-time as well...that might work, I could pop him in and he'd be back out in no time. Hmmm..." This seems to set him to thinking, for a couple of minutes. His eyes drift to the blade laid across the chair-backs and he seems to react slightly. Surprise? Maybe...

"Let's go down to the salle and see if we can't find a scabbard for that, okay?" He stands up and makes for the door. Assuming Heldrick follows, they will go down to the fencing salle and find a suitable, if plain, temporary replacement. "I can get a craftsman working on a custom job if we have the time for him to come and take measurements. Until then, this will have to do."

[Wired*Nun]

Can I ask him to make a Trump of her? He's a fanatic, a convert as he said...Such people rarely sell out their Gods..

"Have you tried making a Trump of her?" Rolling the dice a little recklessly aren't we?
"My God, I hadn't ever thought of that! That would be an audacious thing indeed...I am not sure if she would approve, but in the absence of permission or prohibition, one must use one's best judgment. Hmmmm...a capital idea, if I do say so myself. I shall have to do that one of these days. By the way, sir Roland, do you have a patron of this nature as well? I noticed the unicorn on the backs of the Trumps some of the others carry - is this a mythical depiction or have you experience with a unicorn?"

[Thanos]

Heldrik does follow Josh, with the blade, after noting his surprise.
Hrmm, both Josh and Julian seem to have been surprised. However, I think that there is a difference. Finding out that difference is a game I have neither time nor inclination for this go around.

"Thank you Josh, for your hospitality, the boots, and the scabbard. As long as it is functional and there is no need for anything fancy...", he says as he accepts the scabbard and puts the sword into it. Once done he clasps it to his belt in a normal fashion.

"Your group seemed to be in the middle of something when you pulled us through, if it was important perhaps we should get back to it?"

[LynMars]

Raevyn follows Kat, first to her room, then outside to find a place to practice, taking a rapier as a weapon.

'I didn't think Josh was being all that rude to Gray...But then, we know him better than she does, and I know she said somethings to Kat in Amber before we left; it looked rather tense. She seems quick to snap at others, but also quick to try and mend it. Nice enough, I suppose, but one needs to tread carefully around her and take every small detail into account when addressing her. Something about her seems so...tightly wound...'

[Wired*Nun]

"Your group seemed to be in the middle of something when you pulled us through, if it was important perhaps we should get back to it?"As they head back upstairs, Josh replies, "Well, we were just distributing Trumps, and making plans. We wanted to call Landon but he couldn't be reached. Roland had a sketch of you so we tried that. So, nothing to really get back to, except making plans, getting ready in whatever way we need to. Getting our report straight, too, for when we make it, I think. This is also a good time to decide our next moves, maybe with better coordination than we've shown so far, and more backup plans." They end up in the studio they were in before. "Did you get the Trumps you needed from everyone? If not, there should be some extra. Also, I really need to get started on a set of you, unless you have some objection. Just sit for an hour or so, and I can go from there. Find a comfy spot, while I adjust the light and get out some oils." He sets about his tasks.

[Pygysys]

Upon finding a suitable location, Kat first chooses to test Raevyn's skill with some light sparring in order to determine the best means of instruction for her cousin. Once she has a feel for her cousin's main strengths and weaknesses, she begins the instruction. Rather than waste time on the ins and outs of technique, she concentrates on ways in which to optimise Rae's stronger points and minimise the flaws. She also explains it to Raevyn and also Gray as she bears witness to the whole encounter.

"If we get more time and opportunity to continue this instruction, I'll refine it and we can really improve your skill if that's your wish, Raevyn. In the meantime, however, best to ensure you're more than capable of defending yourself should we find ourselves in battle of sorts."

After a time, she does look to Gray and enquire again if their cousin would care to join them in their practice.

[Thanos]

Heldrik, of course, follows Josh back to the studio noting the lay of the buildings. Having been privy to the underpinning architecture of pyramids, castles, and defensive works he has an eye for the strategic as well as tactical detail that might have gone into the making of this buildings.
"No, I was not gifted any trumps other than Landon's, which I unfortunately do not have the opportunity to return."

Heldrik motions with his left hand concerning a sitting for a real trump.
"As you might have been able to guess, I am not familiar with these trumps. Accepting Roland's call was an exception as Gray and Arrotel were close enough by for me to pull in and we had agreed to exactly such should any of us get a call. I do not intend to accept any calls I might get until I am far more familiar with this version of magic."
...and learn how to easily block or cancel any call before I can become entrapped by it. That and I must walk the Pattern again before things get to far along.
"While I would not forcibly stop you, I request that you and the others not create such for me as of yet. The reasons for this are manifold. In a more peaceful time perhaps, I would be more willing."

Heldrik gives Josh a short respectful bow and goes to check up on Arrotel and the others in the room.

[Wired*Nun]

There is no particular attention given in this house to defensibility. It is not a castle, it is just a big manor house, set on a cliff, with a rather ordinary wall about eight feet in height enclosing a courtyard.

Josh hands Heldrik one of his, and says, "Roland, Katarzyn and Raevyn should have their own, I suggest you ask for them. Arrotel, too. I won't make any of you right now, if you wish, but if I have to, I can make a functional sketch. I think that their usefulness far outweigh the risks. If your friends do not have trumps of you, then probably, only your enemies will soon have trumps of you, if you get my meaning. All that will happen is, that one of us will have to take the time to sketch you, should the need arise, which may well prove dangerous." He pauses, as if thnking, for a moment.

"Let me point out some basic safety precautions for accepting trump calls. First, have your friends nearby, They can lend you physical or psychic support if you seem to be in trouble. Second, have your blade out, and in your hand. If the contact resolves, there is a physical as well as a psychic congruity. If something attacks you, swing the blade at it, that will probably at least disrupt an attack. Third, bring up a Pattern defense before you accept the call. If you do these things, you should be in a very good position to defend yourself."

[Shutter]

"My God, I hadn't ever thought of that! That would be an audacious thing indeed...I am not sure if she would approve, but in the absence of permission or prohibition, one must use one's best judgment. Hmmmm...a capital idea, if I do say so myself. I shall have to do that one of these days. By the way, sir Roland, do you have a patron of this nature as well? I noticed the unicorn on the backs of the Trumps some of the others carry - is this a mythical depiction or have you experience with a unicorn?"
Is he mocking me? Or is he really that blind in his devotion?...

"The Unicorn is the symbol of our House, of our people. Some have had experience with it, others of us have only heard stories and legends." Better to leave the ancestory bit out for now... "She could be considered a patron though, yes. As for making a Trump of your patron, is there any way I might convince you to do that sooner, rather than later? The ladies have gone out to fence I believe, and there is still a while yet before dinner..."

[Thanos]

Heldrik gives Josh respectful silence while he thinks. Heldrik gives a glance around the room to find Arrotel, his little friend, Roland, and Asmundson seeming to be having conversations. Without the ladies here Heldrik almost visibly relaxes and the hawk like gaze softens.

After his comments thanks Josh and says,
“At some point, with a wooden sword or some such, I would like to practice this physical component you speak about. As far as the Pattern Defense, it seems it would be hard to block a persistent contact and concentrate enough to pull up the Sign and internalize it into a defense. Is there some trick to it?

[Wired*Nun]

"True, it is difficult to both block a contact and bring up the Patern. However, if you block the first attempt, and it becomes invasive, you have indication it is hostile - probably." Here he looks a bit sheepish. "Unless it's your friends and they really really want to talk to you, haha. "But if they try and then wait an try again, you can bring up the Pattern defense and wait for the next attempt The physical component, as I said, is simple. When there is a congruity of minds, with Trump, there is an automatic congruity of the physical. Why do you think Flora keeps hand grenades? Toss one throuh the contact, hope explosives work...can be quite effective. We can practice any time. Here, take my Trump, and this umbrella. I will go back into the studio, call me on the Trump."

[Wired*Nun]

As for making a Trump of your patron, is there any way I might convince you to do that sooner, rather than later?
"Hmmm, well." His eyes narrow a bit, as if he has suddenly realized Roland might have an agenda. His reactions seem quite transparent. "I will do so, but only because I do not believe you are any threat to her. I must warn you, sir, that if I am mistaken, I will do my utmost to defend her." Assuming Roland's reaction is satisfactory, he continues, "Let us retire to that lovely studio we were in before."

In the studio, Asmundson sets up the materials quickly, selecting a small canvasboard of the type he seems to favor. His strokes are slow and ponderous, with a deliberation and style that seems to indicate he is not a natural painter. At a guess, it wil probably take him several hours to create this painting by the methods he is using. He seems to be deep in concentration.

Raevyn, even outside and away from the chateau, can feel the Trump energies being worked with - strange, because of the large distance involved.

Josh also senses the energies, and breaks off convrsation abruptly with Heldrik. "That's odd..." he says, and, motioning for Heldrik to come with him, bolts down the hall for the studio, where he skids to a stop at the open door. He stands watching Asmundson painting, an a moment later, Heldrik can feel Josh using Pattern, probably to observe.

[chalice]

After a time, she does look to Gray and enquire again if their cousin would care to join them in their practice.Gray gestures to the victorian-style lavender gown she is wearing, with a rueful smile.

"I'm not really dressed for it...then again, opponents rarely rarely wait on one's own convenience. I'll spar a little, if you like. And if you wish, Raevyn, I could show you a couple of throws? If you don't habitually carry weapons, you may not reach instinctively for one if attacked..."

I can do this. I can stay in control. Stay human. Just concentrate...

[She'll accept whatever practice weapon(s) she is offered, seeming to have no particular preference, and fence with either or both of the others. She seems to be concentrating quite hard, but not wholly on the blades. If either Kat or Raevyn wants to play with some unarmed moves, she's on for that too.]

[LynMars]

Raevyn nods at Gray's offer and replies as Kat runs her through a round. "My father insisted on hand to hand training just about every day, though I am afraid I've been lax lately and I'm not quite up to his--wha--?"

Rae pauses, glancing up at the manor, and likely earning her a good, solid smack from Kat.

[chalice]

"What is is?" Gray looks between Raevyn and the manor house, tensing up at once.

Not someone else...we can't have lost another one...should have stayed with Arrotel and Telloth...

"Are you all right?" she follows up, should Raevyn have been accidentally struck while distracted.

[Icebird]

When Heldrick goes, Arrotel follows. Arriving at the Studio, Arrotel casually moves behind Asmundson to watch.

"I've never been much into painting, but I do admire it, both for its artistic qualities and for the usefulness of the end result."

[Shutter]

Asmundson:"Hmmm, well." His eyes narrow a bit, as if he has suddenly realized Roland might have an agenda. His reactions seem quite transparent. "I will do so, but only because I do not believe you are any threat to her. I must warn you, sir, that if I am mistaken, I will do my utmost to defend her."
Roland nods at Asmundson when he begins to show understanding. "Good, then we're clear then Sir. I was worried I'd been too round-about in my request. I would like to meet your Nightmare, I feel she could have much to tell me, and I even feel that she might be inclined to tell me things. Even if I don't actualy try to contact her myself, what is that saying from earth? A picture is worth a thousand words?" well done there boy...almost smooth...almost.

"I mean her no harm of course, and yes, naturaly I would expect you to defend your patron. What honorable man wouldn't? I admit I have another motive you may have already guessed at, your manner of creating Trumps is likely subtley different from my own. As an initiate of such things I would like to see your technique." A little danger, a little flattery, a little honor on the line...I hope I got his tempo right... When Asmundson moves to begin the painting Roland follows and watches, paying careful attention to the Trump energies.

[Wired*Nun]

Asmundson's technique varies only so much as one would expect from Trump artist to Trump artist. The energies he is using are different from Pattern, but are laid down in the same basic ways.

Josh is watching intently as well, and when Arrotel begins to speak, Josh steps quickly to lay a hand on his elbow, putting his finger to his lips. Having heard of Broken Pattern, Roland looks for flaws in this creating process, but sees none. It contains an element of instability - Chaos?, but no danger, such as he has heard of once or twice with Broken Pattern Trump.

[Thanos]

Josh's patience and explanation are obviously appreciated by the expression on Heldrik's face. When Josh's goes running down the hall Heldrik is quick to follow, hand on his hilt to be prepared for something odd.

When Josh's starts to pull up the Pattern, Heldrik does the same vastly interested to see what is going on with Asmundson as Arrotel and Roland are watching him paint. After a bit the world takes on a bluish tinge....

[Wired*Nun]

[or tinge]
[see above, everyone sees basically the same things - not Pattern, not Broken, somethng different.]

[Thanos]

As Josh moves off Heldrik starts mentally comparing the trump energies to the two Mazes, Broken Pattern, and regular Pattern he has experienced. Narrowing things down by basic signature energies it becomes obvious that Pattern is completely structured. Broken Pattern has a rudimentary flaw, which does not seem to be present. While there is some flows that are not structured it does not gyrate like the power of chaos. This, this is something new or perhaps far older than the other powers.
This is based on Maze I think, although that is an interesting term. Perhaps is should be called Wave instead. It does change here and there, but in essence it is a structured beast. Lines like a crest, but moving like a trough close to the bottom where you can see the sand beneath.

Heldrik leans up against the door frame and enjoys the relative silence in the room. Enjoying the smooth sounds of brush strokes and the application of paints.

[Wired*Nun]

Eventually, Asmundson finishes his picture. Coming out of his trancelike concentration, he takes a deep breath, and stands up, stretching a bit. "Well, a good likeness, if I do say so myself. Let that dry a bit, let's have a spot of tea, shall we?" He leaves the painting there, and moves back toward the waiting room where, if he is not interrupted, he shall call for fresh hot water and tea. He does not seem to be in the least concerned about any threat the Amberites might pose to him.

[chalice]

[OOC: I'm assuming we aren't still outside sparring after a few hours, so have moved myself back inside]

Gray will pour tea for Asmundsen, and anyone else who is partaking. She looks more relaxed, and has healthier colour in her face after her exercise with Raevyn and Kat, but the careful braids and curls the servant wound into her hair are a thing of the past.

"You look a little tired," she says to Asmundsen, softly. "All well?"

[Icebird]

Arrotel gets bored watching the painting after about twenty minutes and returns to the waiting room. As the others approach, he leans against the far wall. He throws a trump of himself at everyone but Asmundson and Josh as they enter the room. Spinning sideways at high but not dangerous speeds, it's obvious that he has had some practice throwing cards. In a jovial voice, as one might announce a circus;

"Trumps for all! Collect them, trade them, collect all one!"

[chalice]

Gray laughs at Arrotel's antics, and does her best to catch the card that is thrown in her direction.

"I can't offer you mine in return yet...would you like a nice cup of tea instead?"

[Thanos]

When Arrotel and Roland have taken their gander at the painting Heldrik will maneuver himself over to take a look, but only a look.
"My word.....excellent work," says Heldrik looking up and at Asmondson.

Heldrik smiles and heads over to tea now that Gray is back from her pow-wow with the girls.

[Wired*Nun]

Asmundson smiles and pours himself a cup of tea, relieved that he does not have to wait for one.

Josh hops up on an empty buffet, in his usual high-perch style. He pulls out a pack of playing cards from the drawer under his leg and begins riffling and shuffling. Catching Arrotel's eye, lifting an eyebrow, he begins firing the cards through the air towards Arrotel, slow at first then faster and faster, until the whole deck is gone to the other man. Telloth, if he is in the room, cocks an eye at this display.

[Shutter]

How stupid do you feel today boy?...Not sure yet.

"Breathtaking Asmundson. Well done."

Roland studies the Trump Asmundson has drawn carefully. Not making contact, but really digging into the feeling of the Trump. He'd like an impression of the being it connects to if possible. Unfortunately for Roland, neither he nor his player have any idea if this is even remotely possible.

[LynMars]

Outside first...

"Oh, um...well, I just...I sense Trump, back at the house, but it's...strange. It's not Roland or Josh; that Asmundson fellow, he's some sort of Artist, isn't he? That must be it...I'm sorry, I won't get distracted again." She ruefully rubs the spot Kat likely (rightly, if she's any sort of armsmaster training a pupil) smacked during her distraction, then goes back to it, until the three are finished.

Later, Back inside

Rae will offer Gray a change of clothes and time to clean up if she needs it, taking a little time herself to get somewhat cleaned up. She then returns to the study, to see what was going on earlier. She moves next to Roland, studying the art, careful not to concentrate too much on the image itself, not wanting to accidentally initiate any sort of contact. "Asmundson did this?" She asks quietly. "I could sense it outside, it was so odd, compared to what we do. Nice work, though."

[chalice]

Outside first...

"Oh, um...well, I just...I sense Trump, back at the house, but it's...strange. It's not Roland or Josh; that Asmundson fellow, he's some sort of Artist, isn't he? That must be it...I'm sorry, I won't get distracted again." She ruefully rubs the spot Kat likely (rightly, if she's any sort of armsmaster training a pupil) smacked during her distraction, then goes back to it, until the three are finished.


As they wind up the session, Gray asks the others curiously: "Did you really want to talk about something without the males present, or - um - was it a joke? Sometimes I'm a bit slow about getting jokes...though time with Arrotel is helping!"

She looks earnestly at Kat: "He's really nice, Katarzyna. You're lucky..." Gray realises this isn't a very tactful line of conversation in front of Raevyn, whose own brother is dead, and stops herself pursuing the theme further.

"Thank you both for the workout. I do feel better for it."

[Icebird]

As Josh is about half way finished with throwing the deck across, Arrotel begins throwing some back- with cards flying every which way, it soon sorts itself into a strange form of two person juggeling.

Faster and faster they fly until soon they are all in the air and slowly rain back down on the room as someone misses a throw. Arrotel slowly begins to pick them all up again, then hands the deck back to Josh.

[chalice]

Faster and faster they fly until soon they are all in the air and slowly rain back down on the room as someone misses a throw. Arrotel slowly begins to pick them all up again, then hands the deck back to Josh.
Telloth, if he is in the room, cocks an eye at this display.
*Oh dear - two of them...* murmurs Gray to Telloth, watching the flying cards with a smile.

Having accepted Rae's kind offer of a change of clothes, she is now comfortable in grey breeches, white shirt open at the throat and soft boots.

[Pygysys]

[OOC - Apologies for not posting, connection has been erratic but is back to normal now.]

Outside: Yes, Kat did smack Raevyn when distracted. She looks apologetic about it, but also knows had it been for life and limb, then Raevyn would have received more than a smack. She listens to Raevyn's explanation for the distraction and shrugs, leaving the theory to Raevyn and Gray to nut out themselves, privately in their own heads. Practise then resumes until Kat decides enough is enough for one day.

Inside: Kat leaves her two cousins to return to her own rooms and from there she goes and speaks with all the Orphans. Within their company she passes a trump to Darius, so that now two of the Orphans possess her Trump. She also spends time discussing the mission at hand with them. From the three that were separated from her, she gathers their opinions of her Cousins and an account of what has transpired since their separation from her.

[Shutter]

Roland eventualy stands up from inspecting the Trump painting, breathing deeply and looking contemplative. So...that's the Nightmare. It's so tempting to just reach to it, to ask it if what it is, what it knows....'Course, it's likely a trap, my trust hasn't been earned by this Asmundson, not by a long shot. He grimaces briefly and walks slowly [back down the hall and into the waiting room] towards the tea, pouring himself a cup absentmindedly. Back home I could just charge in and rely on my strength and skill to see me through...Even there that didn't always work well, Boy. I know...and it's a worse idea here, in the real world, in this big game they play...infuriating...

[Wired*Nun]

Josh, seeing Roland come into the room, raises his eyebrows in question - Find out anything? With a little head-jerk he calls him over. "So. Are we going to go Nightmare-hunting?" he says sotto voce, in Thari. "If so, preparations are in order. Remember that Dunstan used some kind of Maze power to collect you and Raevyn before. Maybe we should visit him before we do? Or question Mr. A about Dunstan? Or vice versa for that matter. And Amber still hasn't been notified about Landon. We do need to do that sometime. Shall we all go back and dump it in the Elders' laps? You know, if we do, they will just give us new orders, but it might be the most responsible thing to do." Josh looks at Roland broodingly, as if he hopes he will make the decision. Well, that's why they call it leadership...

[Shutter]

Roland gives the slightest shake of his head as he snaps out of his reverie and walks towards Josh. In a very relaxed and pleasant sounding Thari he replies, "I suspect it will come to a hunt at some point, but no, I don't think we're there yet. Whoever, whatever this is, they have some power, I'd like to understand it better. We'll speak to D. first, excellent idea asking our new friend if he knows anything about him...who should do it though? I think I've aroused his suspicions...if he asks we're just talking about a good looking girl back in Amber who just became single again...Perhaps you, or Heldrik....Raevyn certainly seems innocent enough to pull it off....Kat might lack the delicacy, but she was raised at court, so...who knows...As for the elders, they told Benedict, but that's it as far as I know...Ah, look at me ramble! So many variables to untangle." He gives Josh a tired grin and takes a drink of coffee, too hot, too quickly and burns his tongue slightly.

Ow...damn...

[chalice]

Josh, seeing Roland come into the room, raises his eyebrows in question - Find out anything? With a little head-jerk he calls him over. "So. Are we going to go Nightmare-hunting?" he says sotto voce, in Thari. "If so, preparations are in order. Remember that Dunstan used some kind of Maze power to collect you and Raevyn before. Maybe we should visit him before we do? Or question Mr. A about Dunstan? Or vice versa for that matter. And Amber still hasn't been notified about Landon. We do need to do that sometime. Shall we all go back and dump it in the Elders' laps? You know, if we do, they will just give us new orders, but it might be the most responsible thing to do." Josh looks at Roland broodingly, as if he hopes he will make the decision. Well, that's why they call it leadership...Gray seems to have extremely sharp hearing.

"It's quite all right to speak Thari in front of our guest, gentlemen, " she says, rather hastily, with a smile for Asmundsen. "He has been picking it up fast since our lessons began. Though I'm afraid I may have passed on a slightly old-fashioned accent."

I'm being rude again. but they need to know they are not speaking as privately as they believe. I wonder why they don't count informing Benedict as informing Amber...

[Icebird]

Telloth still being in the room, good hearing on Arrotel's part isn't required to discern what is being discussed. In Thari,

"You talk and talk, but little ever gets done. I'll ask."

In English, addressed to Asmundson, "Have you by any chance ever made the acquaintance of a person by the name of Dunstan? He has been known to use a power similar to the maze, and we were wondering if he was a member of your order."

[chalice]

Telloth still being in the room, good hearing on Arrotel's part isn't required to discern what is being discussed. In Thari,

"You talk and talk, but little ever gets done. I'll ask."

In English, addressed to Asmundson, "Have you by any chance ever made the acquaintance of a person by the name of Dunstan? He has been known to use a power similar to the maze, and we were wondering if he was a member of your order."
Gray's lips twitch in what might be an approving smile - certainly the glance she gives Arrotel is a warm one.

In a small, polite, meek voice, she says:

"I see little point us gathering in a group if some people wish to speak to one another in whispers. Quite apart from being very rude, it's annoying and rather pointless. Roland, Josh - are there some of us you would prefer to leave the room while you have your conversation? I certainly have no objection to doing so if you desire privacy."

[LynMars]

Raevyn looks like she wants to speak up, but bites her lip and sits back, watching everyone over the rim of her tea cup, hoping another arguement doesn't break out.

'Arrotel is impetuous and impatient; I think they were trying to be tactful. Asmundson may be called a guest, but we still don't know who's side he's on and what he's planning, or what he's capable of. We have to plan and think before jumping into anything; my brother's dead, Siodmak and Elress have vanished, and now Landon's been taken. If we're not cautious, what could happen to the rest of us?'

[Shutter]

Gray seems to have extremely sharp hearing.

"It's quite all right to speak Thari in front of our guest, gentlemen, " she says, rather hastily, with a smile for Asmundsen. "He has been picking it up fast since our lessons began. Though I'm afraid I may have passed on a slightly old-fashioned accent."

I'm being rude again. but they need to know they are not speaking as privately as they believe. I wonder why they don't count informing Benedict as informing Amber...
With effort Roland manages not to display much visible reaction other than an appreciative nod to Gray, and a polite smile to Asmundson. Oh hell....I hope he missed most of it, two days is not much time to pick up a new language. Good thinking Gray.

Arrotel:"You talk and talk, but little ever gets done. I'll ask."
Inwardly Roland seethes. Fool....I'll need to have a talk with him.

Gray:In a small, polite, meek voice, she says:

"I see little point us gathering in a group if some people wish to speak to one another in whispers. Quite apart from being very rude, it's annoying and rather pointless. Roland, Josh - are there some of us you would prefer to leave the room while you have your conversation? I certainly have no objection to doing so if you desire privacy."
Roland cocks his head to one side looking carefully at Agraynel and Arrotel while he listens to Asmundson's response. Make that two conversations with two fools.

[chalice]

Gray pours herself a fresh cup of tea, and perches on the arm of Heldrik's chair, waiting with polite interest for a response to her offer to leave the room.

To Heldrik, she say: "I do see now why Random split he and Landon up. Two teams, same management style...."

[LynMars]

To Heldrik, she say: "I do see now why Random split he and Landon up. Two teams, same management style...."
Assuming that Gray isn't really worried about being overheard--especially after her arguement against such things--Rae looks over at her and Heldrik, sighing.

'Gray at least has shown displeasure with Landon's leadership style, the way he handled things; did he hve orders, like Josh did, to only say so much, at certain times, or was he being cagey? Who knows...But I hope Roland's not going to get too upset about this; we don't need this...' She carefully sets the teacup down and waits and listens.

[Wired*Nun]

Asmundson, while not seeming the intriguer, has a well-developed sense of discretion. "I can see that you all have much to discuss, and I am the outsider. No, no, my dear, don't protest, it is nothing, I really am the outsider. I am happy to answer questions, including yours, Sir Arrotel, but please, take a moment to compose yourselves, finish your discussions, and agree on a tack. I think I shall take a walk around this lovely place, some fresh air would do me well, I believe." With that, Asmundson collects his walking-stick and hat, and strides purposefully out the door. He doesn't seem angry in the least.

Josh blows out some air, after he leaves, and says, "Well, shall we hammer this out? It seems that whenever we get more than two Amberites in a room we start squabbling. I, for one, am prepared right now to not get upset, no matter what is said."

[Shutter]

Roland bows to Asmundson as he rises and leaves.

"Thank you for the understanding Sir. Perhaps you know how it is with large familys."

Once he has gone Roland looks around the room for a moment, dearly hoping that someone else will start. This is just so damned ridiculous...how has the family not been destroyed by now if this is what it's like whenever we get together?

[chalice]

Josh blows out some air, after he leaves, and says, "Well, shall we hammer this out? It seems that whenever we get more than two Amberites in a room we start squabbling. I, for one, am prepared right now to not get upset, no matter what is said."You aren't the only outsider....Gray watches Asmundsen leave, then replies to Josh, tone as mild as she can make it:

"I will make the same undertaking you do...if what is said is said openly, between us all. Speaking of 'all'...should someone not fetch Kat?"

She looks directly at Roland, not challengingly, just giving him her full attention as she speaks.

"You should know that we-" she indicates herself Arrotel and Heldrik "have already been treated to information rationing, 'divide and rule', hidden agenda and irritation when we 'messed up' personal plans we were not informed of in advance, by Landon. It was necessary to make it clear to him that we would not accept that as a way of working. I cannot speak for my companions, but I say here and now that I will not accept it from you, Roland, or your group either. Leaving aside questions of courtesy, I consider it an inefficient use of resources, and faintly ridiculous.

"Also, though we are your guests, Josh, and you, Roland, are your pack's leader, we are not yours to dispose of as you wish. I followed Landon; now I follow Heldrik. Perhaps you might consider treating us - or at least our leader - as equals? Whether or not you believe it to be true, it might...smooth ruffled feathers..." a mischievous glance at Arrotel accompanies the last "and quiet raised hackles."

[Wired*Nun]

Equally mildly, Josh says, "There is a difference between discretion and secrecy, between confidentiality and hiding things. I was trying to talk to Roland, without, umm, necessarily involving Asmundson at that very moment. To be overheard is no problem. To be overheard and suddenly spoken for is...impolite, I think anyway. I'm all for getting things out in the open, now that he's gone. Have been from the beginning. My confidences are necessary ones." He throws that line off as if he's said it many times.

[Shutter]

Deep breath, clear and calm...don't be rattled by false accusations.

"It is unfortunate that your group began without a consensus on how to be lead. That is all between you and Landon, wherever he is. I have no intention of doling out information like currency from a miser. And I have no intention of subjecting you to a hidden agenda. I appreciate that you wouldn't like it if I did, but I would suggest that perhaps you're letting your experience with Landon color your perception of me. I do not believe I have ever indicated that any of you are mine to dispose of as I wish, nor have I treated you as anything less than equals."

"On the other hand, it seems that you Agraynel, and you Arrotel, each went out of your way to undermine my efforts at tact in front of a guest who is an unknown quantity, involved in and devoted to powers beyond our knowledge. At a time when one cousin is dead and another is possibly abducted, each involving Trump magic...I am troubled by the risk you expose us all to in what seems a fit of irritability or impatience."

[chalice]

Equally mildly, Josh says, "There is a difference between discretion and secrecy, between confidentiality and hiding things. I was trying to talk to Roland, without, umm, necessarily involving Asmundson at that very moment. To be overheard is no problem. To be overheard and suddenly spoken for is...impolite, I think anyway. I'm all for getting things out in the open, now that he's gone. Have been from the beginning. My confidences are necessary ones." He throws that line off as if he's said it many times.
"To be fair, Asmundsen was not the only one you two were discussing. I call it impolite to discuss Katarzyna and Raevyn and Heldrik thus, when two are in the same room and all unable to respond. But most of all, I call it impolite - and ill-advised - to make such a show of secrecy and division. This is your home, and you could speak privately to Roland - or any - with great ease - yet you and Roland chose to put your secrecy on display for the rest of us.


"As for getting things out in the open - we, I believe, have done that already. We have told you what we have done, what we have learned, and how that was done. Forgive me, but you have told us very little indeed. Are there other things we are to be allowed to know from your side after all? If so, I ask - where and how did you all learn of Siodmak's parentage? If from Benedict, I cannot fathom why he would not also have told us...therefore, I think, it must have been in some other way."

[Shutter]

"I spoke of Heldrik and Raevyn," nodding to each "in a context that was not rude at all. Katarzyna...yes, that may have been rude, I owe her an apology."

"Regardless of whether or not you supported our notion to exchange a few brief words quietly in Thari, how is calling us out on it a constructive response? Unless you sought to ingratiate yourself to Asmundson, by showing him that you value him over us, which may well have been a brilliant thing to do..." This last is added as though it just occured to Roland.

"The news about Siodmak is Josh's to share, I leave that to him."

[chalice]

Deep breath, clear and calm...don't be rattled by false accusations.


"On the other hand, it seems that you Agraynel, and you Arrotel, each went out of your way to belittle my efforts at tact in front of a guest who is an unknown quantity, involved in and devoted to powers beyond our knowledge. At a time when one cousin is dead and another is possibly abducted, each involving Trump magic...I am troubled by the risk you expose us all to in what seems a fit of irritability or impatience.""Hm, I think we must simply accept that we understand different things by 'tact'. Perhaps you would have preferred I stay silent, and you remained unaware of Asmundsen's knowledge of Thari? My offer to leave was prompted by a reluctance to sit here eavesdropping - and also by the knowledge that if I were to leave I could certainly get Asmundsen to accompany me, and thus, out of your way.

"You have not troubled to talk to either myself, or Arrotel, Roland - and so you are acting in some perhaps unnecessary ways. It is not necessary to risk offending Asmundsen, or alerting him, to learn more about the Nightmare ... I had already come close to gaining a promise of a meeting. So, who is exposing whom to what risk...and who says you get to decide what risks we take? And why do you think it might not be useful for Asmundsen to believe some of us are more 'on his side' than others? Are you the only one allowed to be 'tactful'?

"It is offensive to state, but itis also a fact, that we have so far been taking all the risks. Or so it seems to me. That is not criticism - but you wish us now to 'do things your way' - I do not see why we should. You have less direct experience than we, yet you appear to act on the assumption that you must know best. Hmmmm, cherie...?"

Gray's voice has been growing huskier, deeper, as she speaks, and the last word is almost purred...the eyes fixed on Roland are now a brilliant lavender, and Gray tosses back her hair with a rippling, challenging movement utterly at odds with her previous awkward behaviour.

[Shutter]

"No Gray, I'm very grateful that you alerted me to the fact that he's been learning Thari. Thank you for that. And yes, if you had taken him outside so that we could talk freely, that would have been wonderful."

"While I have not yet spoken much with you or Arrotel, you can hardly fault me for lack of effort. Neither of you have said much to me. As for taking the time, I was in here all afternoon watching Asmundson paint, trying to understand him while you were out exercising. How was I to know anything about an arrangement between the two of you? Given that you knew that I was ignorant of this, why sabotage me? I am not against you, I never have been, I do not seek to be, yet it seems that you treat me like an adversary."

"Finaly, it is not offensive to state that your group has taken all the risks thus far. It is entirely true, and thank you again, for having placed yourselves in harm's way for the good of Amber. I am not asking you to do things my way, I'm simply asking that when I do things my way, could you please refrain from undermining my efforts? I am not acting on the assumption that I know best, quite the opposite, I am acting under the assumption that I am ignorant. Under that assumption I find that I should be cautious."

[chalice]

"No Gray, I'm very grateful that you alerted me to the fact that he's been learning Thari. Thank you for that. And yes, if you had taken him outside so that we could talk freely, that would have been wonderful."

"While I have not yet spoken much with you or Arrotel, you can hardly fault me for lack of effort. Neither of you have said much to me. As for taking the time, I was in here all afternoon watching Asmundson paint, trying to understand him while you were out exercising. How was I to know anything about an arrangement between the two of you? Given that you knew that I was ignorant of this, why sabotage me? I am not against you, I never have been, I do not seek to be, yet it seems that you treat me like an adversary."

"Finaly, it is not offensive to state that your group has taken all the risks thus far. It is entirely true, and thank you again, for having placed yourselves in harm's way for the good of Amber. I am not asking you to do things my way, I'm simply asking that when I do things my way, could you please refrain from undermining my efforts? I am not acting on the assumption that I know best, quite the opposite, I am acting under the assumption that I am ignorant. Under that assumption I find that I should be cautious."
"Mon cher Roland," his name sounds...drawn out...in her langourous French lilt "surely you can see that I was not truly undermining you...? It was necessary for you to hush at that point in time, mon ami. You were not secure. You wished a discussion without Asmundsen present. Voila - you have it. One of us must sacrifice his trust to bolster his confidence in another...soit. Everything else is...scene setting...n'est-ce pas?"

As she speaks, her hand drifts to rest on Heldrik's shoulder, her fingers toying absently with his hair.

[LynMars]

Raeyvn listens to the conversation, tense, waiting for any sort of outburts...then Gray starts to change, becoming very different from the girl she spoke to and exercised with that same morning. She watches, noting the change in Gray's voice, in the way she stands, even her speech pattern has shifted. When she begins to play with Heldrik's hair, Raevyn's gaze shifts to him, questioning and confused by this sudden alteration in Gray's actions and manner, hoping he maybe has some understanding of what's going on. She finds the whole conversation uncomfortable, and this new development disconcerting.

'At least they're trying to discuss rationally; the real reason, I think, we were split up--our different upbringings and understandings of how things work, our very natures, all clash, with cousins taking offense for everything said or done they disagree with. Sad, really...Just what is she doing?'

[Shutter]

Roland watches Gray with an increasingly detached curiosity. After a moment he nods slowly in her direction.

"Fair enough then...Fair enough. That settled then...What next?" Here he looks pointedly at Heldrik. She's your crazy person now that Landon's gone, I hope you've got a way to deal with her...

[Thanos]

Looking at Gray by her reflection in his tea cup Heldrik notes her beginning to change. Instead of reaching out to her with a hand or saying something low to perhaps pull her back he commits himself to be calm, collected and let his beta do her work.
Whether you know it or not Gray you are unbalancing this group and putting it back together again. I do not know if you really take offense or if you are pulling some kind of brilliant display. All in all you have some how bullied a supposed solid warrior into telling the entire group exactly how he operates and pulling expressions from the rest all in a fashion where nobody would seem to challenge you. Perhaps it is just that this is a new pack and you want to assert that ours is dominant and thus that your chosen alpha and yourself as beta are also dominant. Either way, my wolf in sheep’s clothing, you are outdoing yourself and I am well pleased.

[Heldrik takes a lot of mental notes]

Heldrik finish’s his tea as Gray toys with his hair hiding his surprise and the smile of affection well. With the look that Roland gives him Heldrik knows that it is time for his game of silence to be over.

“It is obvious that we all come from different backgrounds, we can all agree on that I think. With that in mind I would like to thank all of ye for having an open mind about what has been said. I know that we can all work together for the greater good of our home, Amber, even if we differ on how best to go about it. Having the means to communicate is very valuable as is the ability to get to Amber quickly and safely.”

With the last Heldrik nods to Josh and Raevyn with a smile for each. He continues with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes,

“Ye have heard the story we have been through and I am sure that Lady Katarzyna is even now confirming it with those she sent with us. What we must do is decide what to do next, yes, which requires for all of us to be here. I leave it up to the rest of ye as to if we should bring in Lady Katarzyna now and move forward or if we should adjourn till the morrow? Either way after that discussion I will find it necessary to communicate with Princess Flora concerning the disappearance of her son.”

With that Heldrik scoots forward out from under Gray’s fingers, at least for a few moments, and pours himself another cup of tea so he can observe everybody including Gray once again.

[LynMars]

Raevyn tries to relax, now that the debate is mostly finished. She gets herself another cup of tea, sipping it quietly, nodding with a quiet smile to Heldrik to acknowledge his own, though she soon goes back to watching Gray, still somewhat confused.

'Let's get this wrapped up quickly so we can all be on our respective ways; I'd like to speak more with Arrotel, and Gray, and Heldrik--but in a smaller grouping, and in a less tense setting and situation. I think I'll take a walk after this, maybe head down to the beach to clear my head...I have to wonder if Landon was really as bad as she's making him out to be; perhaps like Josh, he had orders...Nevermind that, Rae, not like you could know or do anything about it...'

[Icebird]

Arrotel is obviously uncomfortable with this confrontation, and as soon as a chance for escape presents itself, he takes it. When Heldrick goes to get his second cup of tea, Arrotel injects.

"Telloth here was telling me about a few of his feathers that fell out earlier today- his impact with the floor must have loosened them. I was going to do that later, but now seems as good a time as any."

The mention of feathers is accompanied by an appropriate noise from Telloth, and a spreading of his wing. Arrotel exits the room and building quickly with his friend on his shoulder.

[LynMars]

Raevyn sets her cup down again, watching Arrotel leave. She finally speaks up, carefully. "Well, I'm guessing Arrotel feels he is done with this conversation, but I'm fairly certain Katarzyna will want to be involved in any decision making that goes on. I...will trust what more strategic minds decide; I don't believe I personally have any new information to offer. Would you like me to find Kat, have her come here to join the discussion?" The last question she directs to Roland and Heldrik, looking from one to the other.

[Shutter]

Roland sighs quietly as Arrotel leaves for some reason. Guess he was clueless, not rude...I'll have to remember to take it easy on him, might be as young as he looks...

"I think we can adjourn for tonight, we'll all meet up again at breakfast perhaps? Heldrik, if there's anything I can help you with with regards to contacting Amber, let me know."

[LynMars]

Raevyn nods in compliance, and as soon as it's polite, excuses herself from the room, heading outside, where she'll wander until she finds her way to a beach, taking off her low boots and socks, rolling up her trouser legs to her knees, and walk along the shore, letting the waves roll in over her feet.

She's not hurrying, or trying to avoid people, nor will she decline the first offer of company, if anyone wants to talk with her. Mostly just trying to relax again, and take in the sights of Jorden.

[Thanos]

As everybody notes Arrotel excuse himself and leave Heldrik is taking a peak into his tea cup which is angled just right to catch Gray's face. A little surprised at the final countenance he gazes upon, it is but another reminder that Gray is like, but is not Holly.
Would it be best to talk to her tonight, tomorrow after things are more settled. Will it disturb her more earlier or later. What happens if she decides that she really wants to be my Holly? She seems to have the ability to become anything she chooses or her mood leads her to. Is the French persona consolatory or flattering, both?

Heldrik stands and turns to Gray, "Perhaps Mr. Challenger can be retrieved and show to his rooms? I will come by and talk with ye after I have made arrangements with Sir Roland." This done with a smile and a wink that the others can not see.

[assuming that Gray does go and find Asmundson with no further barbs being shared]

Whence Gray is off Heldrik turns to Roland, "I would appreciate borrowing a Trump of Flora if that can be made available. If you do not mind I would appreciate the two of us talking to her so that no one person is left with the responsibility of sharing with the entire group what orders, news, or revelations might be given to us. If you wish, we can do that now or we can wait tomorrow morning."

Heldrik looks to Josh, "That is, of course, if you would be so kind as to allow us a message out. I am not experienced with trump security specificly, but I know that almost every line of communication can be intercepted. Is there anything we should not say over a trump call?"

[chalice]

Heldrik stands and turns to Gray, "Perhaps Mr. Challenger can be retrieved and show to his rooms? I will come by and talk with ye after I have made arrangements with Sir Roland." This done with a smile and a wink that the others can not see. "Bien sur, Heldrik," the French lilt is as pronounced as ever, but the eyes that meet Heldrik's are their normal clear grey once more. Gray leans down to kiss Heldrik's cheek lightly, stands, blows a kiss to Roland and leaves the room with a light step.

[She will then go and find Asmundsen, walk with him a while if he permits, then show him to his rooms as Heldrik suggested.

On the way to look for Asmundsen, she also checks in on Arrotel if she can find him: "Just passing. Wanted to check that you - I mean, that Telloth, was alright?"

Finally, she will go to any rooms allotted to her, where she begins to read the book given to her by Josh. After a while she sets it aside with an abrupt gesture, and just sits staring into space.]

[Wired*Nun]

Where and how did you all learn of Siodmak's parentage?
[before the meeting ends] Josh replies to Gray's qustion, "From a manuscript I have known about for some time. Until recently, umm, I had never heard of any Siodmak beyond what was mentioned in the written account. When I heard about the Siodmak that some of you knew, I brought it to Benedict's attention, right away, and in person, because I wanted to have him read the manuscript. Raevyn knew that I went to see him, if not the 'why' at the time."

"Benedict contacted Julian as well, and we all had a discussion. I'll go get the manuscript." He comes back in a few moments, and hands the thing to Gray. She easily notes that it is written on human skin, in blood. "Benedict reported to Random, and I was ordered not to tell anyone until after we left Amber. In fact, I think we were calling your group with the intention of having a full exchange of information, but we got sidetracked, and Landon got, ahh, grabbed. I don't think anyone of us is hiding anything connected with the mission, or keeping secrets that would aid the mission...I don't think so. Anything else?"

[Wired*Nun]

Heldrik looks to Josh, "That is, of course, if you would be so kind as to allow us a message out. I am not experienced with trump security specificly, but I know that almost every line of communication can be intercepted. Is there anything we should not say over a trump call?"
Josh says, "I can keep this end secure, and I am sure Flora can keep her end as well. If you really want total security, someone has to go or come through. I'll open Jorden ay time you want."

[Wired*Nun]

Raevyn nods in compliance, and as soon as it's polite, excuses herself from the room, heading outside, where she'll wander until she finds her way to a beach, taking off her low boots and socks, rolling up her trouser legs to her knees, and walk along the shore, letting the waves roll in over her feet.

She's not hurrying, or trying to avoid people, nor will she decline the first offer of company, if anyone wants to talk with her. Mostly just trying to relax again, and take in the sights of Jorden.
A short time later she sees Asmundson walking toward her. Ah, yes, he was out for a walk... "Greetings, milady. Raven, in't it? Are you a fan of Poe, or is there some other reference I am unaware of? Nasty business with that Red Death and the Pendulum, now there are some adventures! Nice to be living in such interesting times, eh, what!"

[Shutter]

As requested Roland produces a Trump of Flora and passes it to Heldrik, moving to stand at his side and prepare for contact.

"Josh, are we not to mention Siodmak's parentage to Flora?" This would be the payback she'd be looking for...

Regardless of his reply...

"Ready when you are." When Heldrik gives the word Roland will join him in initiating the Trump contact, and sharing what little news he has with Flora, following Josh's reccomendation about Siodmak.

[Icebird]

When Agraynel checks on him, she finds Arrotel on the roof with a handful of small sticks beside him. Telloth is nowhere in sight, and Arrotel throws a stick in a high arc. As the stick begins to come down, there is a small rainbow and a silver flash. The stick never hits the ground;Telloth makes a crazy attempt at straightening himself, and narrowly misses the same. Arrotel calls out as he sees Agraynel.

"We were just practicing our 'break my neck maneuver'. He can destroy the stick very effectivly every time now, but we're still working on leveling out before he would hit the ground, were I not on the roof."

[LynMars]

Asmundson: "Greetings, milady. Raven, in't it? Are you a fan of Poe, or is there some other reference I am unaware of? Nasty business with that Red Death and the Pendulum, now there are some adventures! Nice to be living in such interesting times, eh, what!"
"Hrm? Oh, yes, Mr Asmundson; hello. Yes, I'm Raevyn," she replies, smiling and offering a hand. "Um...Poe? Oh, do you mean the author, who wrote several horror stories and such? I'm sorry, I'm not quite as well-traveled as some of my cousins, so I don't think I quite caught all that you referenced.

"I do hope you won't think too poorly about our family; I'm beginning to think it natural for our kind to bristle at each other whenever there's the slightest chance of disagreement." She sighs. "I just hope we can get along long enough to complete our mission.

"But enough of that; I'd like to hear a bit more about your view on things, sir, if you don't mind? Your way of doing Trump is very different from my own; an aspect of your Maze, I'd guess? It seems...Almost like what Siodmak did, and I believe you mentioned being acquainted with him?"

[Wired*Nun]

"Josh, are we not to mention Siodmak's parentage to Flora?" .
"I'm pretty sure she knows already; Random didn't say to not tell her, just to not tell, well, you and the other two with us. If she doesn't know, you can use it as trade goods, since he didn't prohibit me or you from telling her. Besides, the situation has changed. If she did know, it's still points for trying, I figure. I'll let you two do the talking, I don't like dealing with her if I can help it."


When Heldrik gives the word Roland will join him in initiating the Trump contact, and sharing what little news he has with Flora, following Josh's reccomendation about Siodmak.

[Does this imply you will do this in summary mode? Let me know.]

[Wired*Nun]

"Hrm? Oh, yes, Mr Asmundson; hello. Yes, I'm Raevyn," she replies, smiling and offering a hand. "Um...Poe? Oh, do you mean the author, who wrote several horror stories and such? I'm sorry, I'm not quite as well-traveled as some of my cousins, so I don't think I quite caught all that you referenced.
"Please, Asmundson is my first name, which you may freely use. The family name is Challenger, which is quite well-known in some circles, and sometimes," and here his eyes twinkle, "respected. Poe the adventurer, I mean, though yes, he did write about his exploits. I can assure you that, well, most of what he wrote is true, with perhaps some embellishment I suppose. Still, he seemed an honest and robust chap when I met him. I suspect that in other 'shadows," he might be just a writer."


"I do hope you won't think too poorly about our family; I'm beginning to think it natural for our kind to bristle at each other whenever there's the slightest chance of disagreement." She sighs. "I just hope we can get along long enough to complete our mission.
"Yes, the Great Dichotomy, order within chaos, chaos within order. Not that surprising, really.


"But enough of that; I'd like to hear a bit more about your view on things, sir, if you don't mind? Your way of doing Trump is very different from my own; an aspect of your Maze, I'd guess? It seems...Almost like what Siodmak did, and I believe you mentioned being acquainted with him?"

"I don't know how different it might be, never having seen your methods, so I will take your word for it. They seem to have similar results. I am but an acolyte, and have much to learn. Yes, I am aquainted with Siodmak, as I may have mentioned, I tried to turn him from evil, at my lady Nightmare's request. He is more powerful than I am, for certain, which was one reason it is such a tragedy. He must be stopped, and sooner rather than later, I would counsel. He must either have all his power stripped from him and be exiled, or be destroyed if necessary."

[chalice]

When Agraynel checks on him, she finds Arrotel on the roof with a handful of small sticks beside him. Telloth is nowhere in sight, and Arrotel throws a stick in a high arc. As the stick begins to come down, there is a small rainbow and a silver flash. The stick never hits the ground;Telloth makes a crazy attempt at straightening himself, and narrowly misses the same. Arrotel calls out as he sees Agraynel.

"We were just practicing our 'break my neck maneuver'. He can destroy the stick very effectivly every time now, but we're still working on leveling out before he would hit the ground, were I not on the roof."
Gray applauds, with a grin. "Show me again!"

*Bravo, Telloth!*

She watches for a while, studying and envying the clear bond of trust and friendship Arrotel and Telloth share. I miss you, Killian, firstfriend...

"You know," she says a little more seriously to Arrotel, "You and Telloth made all the difference for us in Flagstaff. I'm sorry I never got round to thanking you either of you."

She sighs, restive, watching Telltoh enjoy the freedom of the air.

"I hope we can get out of here soon, don't you?"

[Thanos]

Heldrik accepts the trump and when Josh and Roland are done speaking he starts pushing for contact with Flora.

[assuming she answers and yes summary mode would be nice]

“Greetings Aunt Flora. We have good news and bad news.”

Heldrik will tell her whichever she wants first, but either way: her son is MIA and the detailed summarization that he told everybody else concerning their adventures so far.

Heldrik keeps himself well composed, calm, and soldier like while giving his report. He waits patiently while Roland speaks or makes add ons.

[you can give us a jist or actual comments as you like]

[Shutter]

When it is his turn Roland adds what little information he has.

"The only thing I have to add is recent intelligence on Siodmak. According to a manuscript Josh found somehow he is Benedict's son by Lintra. If I have my chronology right that makes him Merlin's great grand uncle. I could be off there plus or minus a "great." Benedict has confirmed the story, but Random seems to want to keep a tight rein on who knows....This puts Siodmak in an interesting light, as well as Dunstan. Siodmak I'm pretty sure is ignorant of his heritage, but I could be way off there. Dunstan would seem to know something. Now, why he called Siodmak brother is up for some debate. Could be "brother" in that Jasra was a member of Lintra's house...or perhaps something more. I don't know." He then falls silent, and waits for Flora's response to Landon's dissapearance and the other news.

[Wired*Nun]

Flora comes on the line with a "Hey, hey hey, who's hammering in my head?" The contact is dark, and there is a faint smell of perfume and...sweat? "Just a second!"

A moment later, Flora stands before them in a silk nightgown, apparently in her sitting room. Breathe, boys...

Taking all the information in like a sponge, she thanks them for their report. "I knew about Siodmak from Benedict and Random, and I agree with your judgments. He needs to be investigated, captured if possible for questioning, and Elress brought back to be examined for coercion or brainwashing. Try to avoid killing him but that's an acceptable outcome, since he is all but proven to be both an enemy of Amber and part of what looks to be an emerging, competing Power. This Maze is high priority for information as well. If it turns out to be inimical to Amber, bring back this Asmundson fellow to be grilled. Until then, let him lead you as far as he will. I don't have to tell you to try to get back Landon if you have any leads on him, and I will be kicking over some rocks and calling in favors to do that as well: this just got personal for me, and someone is going to pay if he is harmed." Her expression at the end is quite fierce. They shudder to be on the receiving end of that mother cat's fury.

That's all she will say, and will close the contact, unless the two make further inquiries.

[Shutter]

Roland bows silently and allows Flora to drop the contact. I think I'm starting to get used to her...maybe. He puts away the Trump while turning to face Heldrik.

"Poorly timed, but it went well enough. Duty done."

[LynMars]

Raevyn kicks some sand with her now-bared feet, her boots swinging in her hands. "Pardon my confusion on your name, and thank you.

"I think Siodmak's stonger than myself in some regards, as well; we all combined our minds to Trump away from the Keep at one point. His mind was strong, and furious in its attack against the barriers. My first impressions of him were...Well, it seemed he purposely tried to be as distasteful as possible. He also tried, along with my brother, to attack Dunstan. I just don't understand, I guess, if he had the chance to be at peace and happy, why he didn't take it?" Raevyn shakes her head. "Do you have any idea why your Nightmare asked you to try and help Siodmak in particular? How open and close to her followers is your patron, if I may ask? If I've overstepped my bounds, please excuse me." She asks, genuinely curious.

[Wired*Nun]

He smiles benevolently. "If I were to venture a guess, I would say that she had high hopes for a talented prospect, someone who could do great good if he was receptive. There are few of us Chosen, that I know of. Few are strong enough to absorb the initiation."

[Icebird]

Telloth flaps off into the sky, regaining altitude for another try. This one happens almost perfectly, Telloth managing to splinter the stick with great force, but still leveling out in time to end up even with the roof. Arrotel makes an interesting sound, as close as a human can get to speaking in raptor. If Gray can understand, she hears something along the lines of good job, more literally translated as "dead rabbit." It's a strange language.
Arrotel hops down from the roof, landing lightly on the ground beside Gray.

"Oh, it was nothing. Just felt that I had the best method to deal with the situation without hurting anyone, so I did. And yes, getting out of here is what I'm hoping for. Roland makes me uncomfortable, and I suspect the reverse is true. Where I come from, when you want to know something from someone, you ask them instead of whispering in foreign languages behind their back about it."

[chalice]

Telloth flaps off into the sky, regaining altitude for another try. This one happens almost perfectly, Telloth managing to splinter the stick with great force, but still leveling out in time to end up even with the roof. Arrotel makes an interesting sound, as close as a human can get to speaking in raptor. If Gray can understand, she hears something along the lines of good job, more literally translated as "dead rabbit." It's a strange language.
"Very dead rabbit," Gray agrees approvingly, in human speech.


Arrotel hops down from the roof, landing lightly on the ground beside Gray.

"Oh, it was nothing. Just felt that I had the best method to deal with the situation without hurting anyone, so I did. And yes, getting out of here is what I'm hoping for. Roland makes me uncomfortable, and I suspect the reverse is true. Where I come from, when you want to know something from someone, you ask them instead of whispering in foreign languages behind their back about it."
"Hell, yes. Where I come from, what he and Josh were doing would be a show of dominance...cause for challenge...except I don't find either of them especialy alpha, do you? They both seem like they'd be happier behaving in a different fashion, but they're going to play 'the game' anyhow. I hate the game. And I especially hate to see it played badly."

[Pygysys]

After the briefing with her men, Kat makes her way through the manor looking for the others. First stop is the study. If she has no luck there, she'll head to Roland's room and seek him out.

[Thanos]

Heldrik smiles at Roland, “Perhaps, but in the morning it would have only been a few minutes later. I think that Landon might be OK though as he has one of those pattern flair ruby rings. I would expect that if he were in real trouble it would have gone off and somebody would know about it and have told Flora. I will see ye in the morning for break-fast gentlemen.”

With a short bow he exists the room and is off down the hall to Gray’s room at which he knocks.

[this conversation will be on the side and done over the next few days is my guess, the next scene with Heldrik will be in the morning at break-fast unless something else happens in that night]

[chalice]

With a short bow he exists the room and is off down the hall to Gray’s room at which he knocks.

[this conversation will be on the side and done over the next few days is my guess, the next scene with Heldrik will be in the morning at break-fast unless something else happens in that night]
[Works for me]

[Shutter]

Leaving Heldrik Roland makes his way back to the study for another viewing of Asmundson's painting. There Katarzyna finds him pacing silently, hands clasped behind his back, Smoke hanging comfortably at his side.

I hope Heldrik doesn't leave us...I don't want to be responsible for these people...Agraynel, either she plays the family game as much as Landon, or she's insane...I'd put money on both. Arrotel, young, impetuous, cowardly...seems nice enough for all that, but when blood has been spilled there's just no damned time for such people, his arrogance could get people killed...footsteps....Kat...Good....All the same, should any of those three be running around without supervision? Heldrik is stout, experienced, but limited in scope...She's here now...

Roland turns and smiles at Kat, letting the fatigue show just a bit.

"Hello again cousin. I fear you've missed a bit of...conversation."

[Pygysys]

Kat fixes Roland with a quizzical look, "I have? You look tired, Roland." Having found him pacing, she figures he could use some respite. "Why don't you sit down and let me pour you a drink. You can fill me in over a brandy."

She then scours the study looking for any hidden or obvious cache of spirits and liquers. If found, she pours two drinks, one for herself and one for Roland before joining him and sitting down. If not, she produces a small golden flask and offers that to Roland instead with the explanation, "I always carry my own just in case."

Once comfortable, she smiles warmly at her cousin. "Fire away, I'm not going anywhere." What have I missed to wear him down so? I hope it's quickly rectified what ever it is.

[Shutter]

Roland accepts the drink gladly leading Kat to a corner of the study where they won't be disturbed, and at the least, will hear anyone coming well in advance.

"I spoke with Asmundson shortly after you left. He agreed to paint a Trump of the Nightmare he is so devoted to. His god, basicaly. Afterwards, Josh asked me a question quietly in Thari while the others were talking accross the room. I replied, quietly enough. Agraynel overheard and said something nice and loud to let me know that Asmundson has picked up a bit of Thari. A fair and useful warning. So far so good. She went on to harangue Josh and myself for rudeness, Arrotel joined in on her side, effectively telling Asmundson what we'd been talking about. Whether and how to ask if he knows Dunstan at all, Josh's idea. Good one too. He does know something, but he left before telling us anything....He seemed unperturbed by the whole thing. Religious fanatics are like that sometimes. Agraynel and I argued briefly, with everyone present and listening. I pointed out that she'd just sided with an unknown quantity against a member of her family in time of crisis....etc. etc." He pauses and takes a drink.

"She just kept changing the subject. Changed attitude, and I think eyecolor as well eventualy. In the end she tried to play it off as though it was all just a game and she was only playing a role...either way she strikes me as a liability, an unstable untrustworthy liability." He scoffs slightly. "Arrotel for his part said nothing and fled once the discussion was over. I don't think he likes confrontation." A wry grin.

"...After that Heldrik and I briefed Flora. No news there, she'll be looking for Landon...I'm half tempted to leave, now, for the Keep. To speak with Dunstan and then this Nightmare...New powers are afoot, working through Trump. Amber has been attacked, through Trump, and these..." Deep breath. "These people don't seem to realize that we have in our midst an agent of the new power. The notion that there could be a relationship between the two needs to be acknowledged damnit!" Calm down boy...calm down...

He breathes out at last, and falls silent.

[Pygysys]

It's a lot to process but Kat sits quietly, sipping at the contents of her glass as Roland gives his account of what she has missed. "I'm disappointed that any of us could argue in front of a stronger who could potentially be an enemy. It shows that we're divided and that could be used to another's advantage." She smiles at this, "But then when hasn't our family been divided in part?"

She sets down her glass and studies Roland, This is weighing on him heavily and not fairly.

"Don't think I blame you for there having been an argument, I just think it unfortunate and as for Agraynel's ways... " Kat shrugs, "We are in the same boat, not knowing what drives her to do what she does. Just as we are growing closer along with Raevyn and Josh, our group coming together, I suspect their group has too. So perhaps if we wanted some insight into Gray, we should speak to one of the others. However, the liability there is we could set them offside as well. I don't think it's important, I'd rather keep our two groups separated regardless."

She lifts her glass and samples the brandy again, "If you want my advice Roland, I suggest we leave for the Keep now. Asmundson could know something of Dunstan and the Keep, but I'm willing to risk proceeding without that knowledge. We've already discovered during the course of our journey that there is much we don't know and that will only be uncovered when someone else deems it time for such. Landon is their problem, not ours. They lost him, they can find him or leave his discovery to Florimel, I don't particularly care."

She smiles again, "If that makes me sound cold, so be it, but I have nothing invested in him nor he in me. In regards to the Nightmare and Maze, that is not our concern. We cannot lose sight of the danger that the Keep also presents and those linked to it. It's possible both Dunstan and Rinaldo are mad, and who can speak for Jasra's sanity? We need to stick to our prime directive here and find out what we can, including the possibility of one day securing that Keep for Amber if it exists. I also don't wish to lose sight of the fact that our cousin and Raevyn's brother was murdered. There's still a killer out there who might not be connected to any of this."

Finally she stops and cradles her glass gently, giving Roland time to ponder and respond.

[Shutter]

"Yes...It would be nice to go now. But I want at least a few words with Asmundson. He has the honesty that goes with supreme confidence that your diety has your back...Also, this is Josh's home, we can't just leave the other team here while we're gone. Thirdly, I want to take that painting with me...I don't know if that's politicaly feasible."

"I don't think you cold at all Kat, entirely reasonable would be more like it...We could speak to the others over breakfast, perhaps make some inroads on mending fences...I think I told them we'd do as much. After breakfast, we send them on their way, and then we leave. Do you think that would work?"

[Pygysys]

Kat is quick to nod, "I think it will work. If it does not, it will not be from lack of trying on your part. Whether or not we will be successful in acquiring the painting is another matter. Then again, who's to say it matters politically? Is Asmundson's world entreated with Amber? Certainly, it could be seen as an antagonstic move if we were to secure that painting via ill means, but he is one man all the same."

A frown appears, "Though depending on what game the others play, by attaining that painting we could set them against us if they harbor him completely as an ally. What prevents us from now seeking him out and speaking with him privately, just you and I? The others do not have to be privvy to our conversation with the man. Also what's to prevent us from securing him into Amber's dungeons for a more thorough questioning pertaining to the power of the Maze and his deity? I don't think that is necessary or warranted, but it is not something we should forget about as a possibility."

[Shutter]

What would I do without you Kat? The thought is displayed rather plainly on Roland's face.

"Nothing to prevent us from talking to him whenever we like, though I still think Raevyn or Josh...probably Raevyn, might make better progress. She's so honest, whereas with me." A shrug. "Well, I'd be a bit nervous if I came asking me too many questions...No, I don't think the dungeons will be needed, nor, I hope, warranted...One never knows though." The unspoken extra, that he wouldn't hesitate to throw Asmundson in a dungeon and question him vigorously if need be, is quite clear.

"I think taking the painting without asking would certainly set the others further against us. Heldrik might understand, the others would not. They have taken Asmundson as one of their own it seems. Their pack as Agraynel would put it...We shall ask though, and see where that gets us." He knocks back the last of this drink, savoring the rich flavor.

"Thank you Kat, I needed to vent, and it's always nice to hear that I'm not crazy. It is an honor and a pleasure to be your companion in this, and in general. Thank you."

[Pygysys]

"I'm inclined to agree with you, Raevyn would be the better choice, yes." Without apparent cause, Kat chuckles and gestures to Roland's empty glass, "I really think you needed that."

Taking a moment, she finishes the last of her drink and then sets down her glass. "We shall see how we fare come the morning and if nothing else, we will at least determine how strongly aligned to Amber the others are. I wonder how secure Asmundson's position in their pack truly is."

Smiling, she rises to her feet, "I told you I would support you Roland, and all that you have done has added weight to that decision. You may not be the greatest general nor I the greatest soldier, but I believe in loyalty and will always stand true. So shall we retire for the evening or go speak with Raevyn and Josh, advising them of our desire to acquire the painting?"

[Shutter]

"As much as I'd like to retire, it would be best I think to talk to Josh and Raevyn briefly...Shall we split up?"

[Pygysys]

"In which case you'd be better speaking to Josh than I. Agreed? Perhaps after speaking to Raevyn, I could also have a quiet word with Heldrik? He and I seemed agreeable when we first met, tis possible that has not changed."

[Shutter]

"Deal...But let's leave Heldrik for morning. I don't want to give Agraynel any more reason to call me out on matters of courtesy and honesty."

[Pygysys]

Kat nods, "Very well, I'll speak to him on the morrow." She makes her way to the door, "Now to find Raevyn. Once I've finished speaking with her, I'm going to call it a night. So if you need me for anything, I'll be in my room. Good night Roland."

From the study, Kat heads first to Raevyn's room to see if her cousin is in.

[Wired*Nun]

If and when he (or anyone else) looks, Roland will find Josh in his study, but the door is shut. Josh will come out rather than let anyone in, and about a dozen large leatherbound books of various sizes and hues can be briefly seen on the table before he closes the door. It looks like he was doing some kind of research.

[LynMars]

Raevyn is walking down along the beach, still talking to Asmundson; Kat won't find her in her room.

Rae thinks for a moment, then looks at Asmundson. "As poorly timed as Arrotel's question was given the circumstances, I am curious about the answer; do you know of Dunstan, or Jasra, or anything about the Keep of the Four Worlds? A widely traveled and knowledgeable gentleman like yourself, I wouldn't be surprised if you had at least heard some kind of rumors or legends? Dunstan seemed to know a great deal about those of us he brought to the Keep, including Siodmak. It could all be unrelated, or any connections hidden, I know, but it does seem a reasonable line of inquiry, given all that's happened, and my group's task."

[Wired*Nun]

Asmundson walks slowly along next to Raevyn. "I do not know of this Dunstan, though the Keep of the Four Worlds is said to be where Nightmare resides, and to contain the Primal Maze. From what I gather, you had a bad experience there. I do not know how to reconcile these two facts, if such they be. I can think of several possibilities, however. One, that this Keep and that Keep are not the same, but are related, just like the late John Asmundson and myself. I have gathered that many shadows contain similarities; what my friend Herbert Wells called 'parallel universes' or 'multiple dimensions'. Another possibility is that my knowledge is wrong about the keep. A third possibility is that Nightmare was not there any more, having left for some reason, either temporarily or permanently. Is Dunstan an Initiate of the Maze? Does he serve Nightmare?" He pauses a moment. "If you wish, I do believe we could obtain help from the finest detective in my shadow, who happens to be my brother."

[LynMars]

Raevyn shakes her head. "I don't know about Dunstan's sources; the Keep has a power of its own, and I'm not sure if it's the same as your Maze or not, having no direct experience with it like my cousins have had. Perhaps it is all just differences between Shadows, mixed with rumors, hearsay, and legend; rather difficult to determine otherwise for now. And with all respect, sir, I don't think some of my cousins would care much for the idea of mixing your brother up in this as well. Too many cooks, for one thing; we all ready have more than enough. And...Well, to be honest, it's not as if some in the family are the most trusting, after all." She looks off across the water.

[Wired*Nun]

"Yes, well, that seems to be the Human Condition. Dichotomies abound: Love and contempt, trust and fear, on and on. By the way, if you are all cousins - by what name do you call your family, if you don't mind my asking? I have not heard anyone referred to by a family name, other than Delacourte, which I suspect was just a convenience during Landon's residence in Landon."

[Shutter]

After asking directions, and following them well, Roland manages to get Josh alone in the hallway for a few minutes. Quite a lot of books in there...Let it go...let it go...

"Josh, I just wanted to talk with you briefly before I retire for the night. I think it's time for us to go, and soon, to the Keep. In the morning if possible. First though we need to see the others on their way. I think Heldrik can get them moving quickly enough...Before they go though, I want that painting with us, not that I'm sure how to get it. At this point, the only idea I have is to ask Asmundson for it politely, which might work really...just thought I'd let you in on what Kat and I were discussing after she let me vent for a bit."

[LynMars]

Raevyn thinks for a bit on that one. "We are...members of the Royal Family of Amber. We don't really go by any other name, that I've ever heard; there is no need for us to." It's only after she's said it does she realize that perhaps she shouldn't have, that maybe Heldrik's team was keeping it from him...But by this point, Asmundson has likely heard enough that it really isn't going to matter much.

She sighs. "Well, it is growing late, and cooling off now; I, at least, should be getting back. I've enjoyed our conversation, Asmundson. Were you going to head back to the manor as well, or were you going to explore more?"

[Wired*Nun]

"Josh, I just wanted to talk with you briefly before I retire for the night. I think it's time for us to go, and soon, to the Keep. In the morning if possible. First though we need to see the others on their way. I think Heldrik can get them moving quickly enough...Before they go though, I want that painting with us, not that I'm sure how to get it. At this point, the only idea I have is to ask Asmundson for it politely, which might work really...just thought I'd let you in on what Kat and I were discussing after she let me vent for a bit."
Leaning against the wall, he looks thoughtful. "You did ask him to paint it, and you asked to meet the Nightmare. Are we not going to do that? He , umm, might give it to you - he is supremely confident - but if he doesn't, do you want us to just take it? I know you don't trust him, neither do I, but I don't distrust him either. Ahh, in a way, I would say I trust him a lot - to act exactly as he thinks is right. Anticipating him should be easier than not, I would think. And I do think taking it from him will make him our enemy forever, so you'd better think hard about that one. I'll support what you want to do, but I think if he won't give it up, we should ask to meet his deity while we are all united, and here, where I have some defenses. You have that ring, in the extreme case."

[Wired*Nun]

She sighs. "Well, it is growing late, and cooling off now; I, at least, should be getting back. I've enjoyed our conversation, Asmundson. Were you going to head back to the manor as well, or were you going to explore more?"
"The sun seems to be setting, I am hoping for a meal and a corner to park myself, and then see what tomorrow brings. Shall we head back?" He offers her his arm, and, the perfect gentleman as always, walks her up to the chateau with complete equinamity, and bids her adieu, seeking arrangement of quarters.

[Shutter]

"Thanks for the vote of confidence Josh. I agree, he does seem confident enough to be predictable. I don't want to contact the Nightmare now, not while Agraynel and Arrotel are around. They're too impetuous, too cocky, arrogant...No, I want to be rid of them at the soonest opportunity, then we can begin any real work that needs to be done." He nods once, giving Josh a small smile. "Thank you Josh. I'll retire now, enjoy your bedtime reading. I won't even bother you by asking about it. Sleep well."

[Wired*Nun]

Josh raises an eyebrow and says, "Hey, we mysterious sorcerers have to have some secrets. Seriously, I'll tell you if I find out anything that matters. There's enough speculation running around without adding more noodles to this dish of spaghetti. Speaking of spaghetti, I think I'm going to have some sent up. I'm sure there's some dinner down in the dining room around now, but I'm going to get some more stuff done before the morning. See ya." He turns back to his study, after any closing comments on Roland's part.

[Shutter]

Josh:"Hey, we mysterious sorcerers have to have some secrets. Seriously, I'll tell you if I find out anything that matters..."
"I wasn't worried. You're the one who has to sift through the tomes, only fair that you get to be the one with the secrets." He pats Smoke at his side. "I think I'll stick to what I know for now. Good night Josh." After a last glance at the books through the opening door Roland turns and makes his way to the kitchen where he rounds up some dinner which he brings to his room. Should nothing disturb him, he stays there until morning.

[Pygysys]

Kat goes from Raevyn's empty room back to the study and locates something to write with and on. She jots down a little note: Raevyn, I was looking for you. Will be in my room. Kat.

She slips the note under Raevyn's door and then heads off to her own room. I suppose I could just use Raevyn's Trump, but she might be busy... and I really don't want to be lazy. At least this way I can pack for tomorrow.

[LynMars]

Raevyn gratefully accepts Asmundson's arm and walks back to the manor with him, asking a few friendly, interested questions about his home Shadow, his Order, the Maze, and his Artistry. The topic of art does get considerable attention, from mundanity like prefered paints, brushes, and styles, to the more esoteric qualities of Trump (which may lead to talk about the storybook paintings and Landon finding Gray). After saying good evening, she swings by the kitchen to get something to eat, then heads back to her room, finding Kat's note when she opens the door.

'Ought to see what she needs...' Rae exits again, goig to Kat's door and knocking. "Kat?"

[Mainly looking to get from Asmundson a summary of what was covered before in other threads about those topics, and maybe a little new info, if possible, though not too likely]

[Pygysys]

The door opens a second or two after Raevyn knocks. "Ah Raevyn, you got my note? Good. Come in, please come in." Kat steps to the side to allow Raevyn into her room.

"Just wanted to fill you in on a conversation between myself and Roland. We're hoping and planning to leave for the Keep first thing in the morning and for the most part concentrate on our original directive and thus plan. Roland's talking to Josh now, as it would be rude of us to leave the others here in Josh's home with our departure, so we're going to prod them along if necessary."

Kat plonks down on the edge of her bed and continues, "Roland would also like to secure the painting that Asmundson did and that the best tack to take would be to ask the man. However, after careful and considerate deliberation," she grins here to indicate such was not the true case, "We decided it would be best if you perhaps asked the man. Roland feels as if you're better suited to such and believes he and Josh may have actually offended the man. There's also of course the matter of how secure he is with the other group, which doesn't really sit well with Roland or myself, considering he and his deity are unknown quantities at this time, but that's their problem not ours. Roland also doesn't want to offend the other group either, so we're really going to strive to be diplomatic with them during breakfast."

[LynMars]

Raevyn sits on a chair and chews on a nail, listening. "Diplomacy? Little late for that. I think everyone's bound and determined to not get along. I find it sad that people are so quick to take offense at the way something is perceived to have been said, or assume that everyone else is playing at some game most of us barely understand." She stops, looks away, and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't rant, not to you, anyway."

Rae leans back in her chair. "I talked a bit with Asmundson; we just parted company. He's not a bad guy; a real gentleman. I don't think it will be difficult to ask for the painting, for study, but he will be concerned about any intentions toward his patron. We spoke a little about Dunstan, and the Keep; he claims to have never heard of Dunstan, but...He said the Primal Maze was at the Keep he knew of, as well as Nightmare. But who knows if it's the same place? Or if Nightmare isn't somehow one of the people there, like Jasra? What if the Primal Maze is the Fount?

"You know my reservations about going to the Keep; my Father ordered me not to unless necessary, and to call him the minute we left for it. I don't like this...And what about Landon? Are we just to leave him to the other group or those back in Amber to worry about? It feels like there's too much going on, at the same time, not enough leads on which direction we are to go, or if it's even all connected. I guess I'm just...frustrated. We were thrown into this, without all of the information available, and unable to work together at all. That's the real reason we were split up, I believe...No, I won't rant...Sorry..."

Raevyn sighs. "We probably should leave, before we do damage to Josh's home. I'll talk to Asmundson, if you and Roland think it best. I will have to call my father in the morning as well--unless I am somehow made unable to do so, of course." She smiles, apologetically. "Anything else? I'm sorry; it feels like it's been a long day."

[Icebird]

I do believe that we are forming cabals, just as the elders do when given a difficult situation. We trust only those within our circles, and separate ourselves. Of course we still try to act nice in front of each other, but how long before the others decide we're messing things up and take things into their own hands? We truly are the sons and daughters of our parents- they've taught us the art of mistrust well.

"Well, dinner should be served soon, if I'm any judge of time. Shall we go?"

Arrotel heads for the dining room, and Telloth takes off into the night. During dinner, he'll engage anyone in conversation that starts one with him, carefully keeping the subject off of anything important.

[Pygysys]

"You're right of course, it does seem a little late for diplomacy but I cannot know exactly what passed between you all when I was not there. I only know what has passed between us all previously, going back as far as our first general congregation back in Amber. It's all right, Raevyn, use me as a sounding board if you so like, unless you don't feel inclined to rant to me." Kat teases Raevyn with a smile, "You may have someone else you prefer ranting to... say Josh perhaps?"

Quickly switching topics lest she embarrass her cousin, Kat comments on Asmundson, "I haven't really talked to the man at all, in fact I don't even think I've gone as far as to introduce myself. However, given what you've just told me, I think if you were to request the painting from him, he might acquiese. If in your possession, then that secures its protection from any other member of our group. I don't think any of us would be so inclined to insult or offend you by dishonoring an agreement between you and he. I would like to look further into the possible connection between the Maze and the Keep. Jasra is from the Courts, correct? Meaning she could take on forms, yes? Perhaps she's seeking initiates into the Keep in order to secure her position there against all others, including ... her sons."

Kat stands and moves to the door, opening it for Raevyn, "I've no inclination to stretch this day any longer for you, Raevyn. I think you should advise your father about our intentions and journey to the Keep. If nothing else it will reassure him to know that you are keeping him informed of such things and should ill befall any of us, at least the Elders will have a starting point. I wouldn't worry too much about Landon, Roland informed me that Florimel is seeing to it at once. Let the mother hen worry about her chicks, Raevyn. I am not overly fond of how we came to be about this entire business or how we've been all going about it, but at the moment it does seem to be what we have. It lets us concentrate on something and sometimes that's important to have some sense of focus even if it only serves as a distraction from whatever else is transpiring around or within us."

Kat offers a faint shrug of her shoulders, "You know, there's no reason why you can't pull out of this investigation with Josh and pursue other avenues leaving Roland and I to visit the Keep alone. I've sworn my oath and in doing so will obey the King's request rather close to the letter, as I'm indebted to him more than you perhaps. Roland and I are of somewhat different ilk than yourself and Josh, so I don't see it necessary for us four to remain together to focus on one lead. We have one another's Trumps and I know I have a trick or two up my sleeve yet as would Roland at a guess, so we will not be trapped without a Trump artist along for the ride. I could assign two of men to you and Josh for assistance, two to Heldrik's group and the fifth could accompany myself and Roland. Anyway it's late, think on it Raevyn, it is possible to do. The four of us can discuss it in the morning before breakfast if we have a need. I think I'm going to go discuss it with Roland now actually."

[LynMars]

Raevyn blinks; it takes her a moment to get what Kat was implying with her teasing; then she colors a little. 'We're just friends, we share an Art; but Kat does like to tease, and she doesn't really mean anything by it.'

Raevyn listens, nodding one several points. "We're still not sure if it's the same Keep Asmundson's heard tales of, but it's a thought. As for different lines of investigation, I'm not sure where else to turn at this point, though looking into Nightmare may be a way; it seems relevant somehow. I'll leave it up to Roland if we split or remain together, when we talk tomorrow. I'll talk to Asmundson after breakfast, and I'll talk to Dad after our plans are cemented, if necessary." She stands and crosses to the door, hugging Kat quickly. "Thank you, and good night, cousin."

[Pygysys]

Kat colours a little at the hug but she smiles at Raevyn, I've forgotten what it's like to be close to family. It's not such a bad thing, I think I miss it. "Good night Rae. See you in the morning." Closing the door behind her, Kat makes her way to Roland's room. Walking along, she begins humming a little tune to herself reflecting a much happier mood than she's been in for a while.

[Wired*Nun]

[Mainly looking to get from Asmundson a summary of what was covered before in other threads about those topics, and maybe a little new info, if possible, though not too likely]The only thing Raevyn learns, beyond what others might already know, is a growing realization that most of Asmundson's paintings were of places already well-known in stories or fables, and not necessarily congurent with established timelines...Fern Hollow, Amber, Narnia, Middle Earth, Poe, H. G. Wells, - even his own version of London, England seems to contain fictional people like Sherlock Holmes and Professor George Edward Challenger...

[Wired*Nun]

At least this way I can pack for tomorrow.
Whilst puttering and packing, Kat runs across the book her uncle gave her so long (only weeks?) ago...really must find out what this means...

[Thanos]

Sooner or later Gray's door opens and closes and booted feet can be heard moving down the hallway as Heldrik, cloak and belt over one arm, goes to his assigned quarters for some shut eye.

[as usual come predawn, Heldrik will be outside, stripped to the waist, practicing with his blade in some kind of exotic kata (Ancient Egyption for those that have that cultural background).]

[chalice]

Come breakfast-time, Gray will be found sipping black coffee in a corner of whichever room is host to the meal, gazing out of a window, eyes distant. She looks pale, with shadows under her eyes - but the faintest of smiles hovers about her lips from time to time.

[Shutter]

Shortly before dawn Roland wakes and stretches, as is his custom. Dressing in loose workout clothing he and Smoke make their way outside. Hearing Heldrik in the distance he heads that way, interested to see how his cousin uses his famous blade. He walks loudly enough that Heldrik is sure to hear him, but remains unobtrusive should Heldrik want his solitude.

[LynMars]

Before sleeping, Raevyn makes a list of the places and people Asmundson mentioned, and tries to match them up with some of the stories she's read; having lived near enough to Amber that she had a decent amount of access to the library, she's likely read more than a few of the more popular and well-known authors, or at least has heard enough in studies to be familiar. She frowns, and wonders if it's significant, or just an aspect of the Shadow regions the man is from. She finally goes to sleep, reminding herself to bring it up in the morning.

About a half hour after dawn breaks (Rae's a late sleeper compared to several of her cousins, it seems), Raevyn wakes up, washes, and dresses in a gray blouse, dark brown riding pants, and low boots. She pulls her long blk hair into a ponytail, and heads down to the dining room, singing softly a tune she once heard during one of her rare forays into Shadow. If Agraynel is still there, she greets her cousin with a smile.

"Good morning, Gray." She looks closely. "Did you not sleep well? You look tired." She says as she gets herself some breakfast.

[Thanos]

Praise to the sky
Thrust, tuck.
Praise to the wind
Twist, slash.
Praise to the earth
Duck, slide.
Praise to the fire
Sidestep, thrust.
Praise to the river
Drop-back, Fieint.
Praise to the Sun, the giver of life.
Double step, navel to chin slice.

Heldrik finishes the Kata, blade pointing out and in Roland's general direction. At about this time Heldrik opens his eyes to see him standing there and smiles and in a welcoming voice

"Welcome cousin, please join me and I will teach you the Rah-Kata."

[If Roland accepts Heldrik will teach him the Kata that he walked in halfway through. It is complex and done with the eyes closed. In the shadow it was taken from it is the highest level of art and fighting, but beneath Roland's expertise. However, after completing it he feels rather centered, ready.]

[For everybody's reading pleasure please note that the Gray-Heldrik bedroom scene is being posted in the Short Story Section.]

[chalice]

"Good morning, Gray." She looks closely. "Did you not sleep well? You look tired." She says as she gets herself some breakfast.
"I always sleep...never quite sure if I have woken or not..." a shrug and a smile make it unimportant.

Gray smiles back at Rae - "I am guessing we will be on our respective ways this morning - I might have wished to have more time with ye, Raevyn."

[Shutter]

Heldrik:"Welcome cousin, please join me and I will teach you the Rah-Kata."
Roland bows, stepping forward and drawing Smoke smoothly. "I would be honored cousin."

Roland is a quick student, eager to learn, attentive and mindful of his own faults....

"Thank you. An interesting form. Very calming, very nice...We can find some practice blades if you'd like to spar at all? I find myself uncomfortable with a day if I'm not slightly bruised." He says with a grin.

[LynMars]

Rae frowns a little. "Oh...Well, Kat mentioned something to me about that last night. We only originally meant to pass on the information about Siodmak, and give you all Trumps, but given circumstances, things changed. Roland wants to be on the way to the Keep, anyway, and you have your own leads...It was nice, yesterday, practicing with you and Kat. Thank you; I learned a few things I hadn't known before." She smiles again as she sits down with her meal.

"I had opportunity to talk to your friend Asmundson yesterday as well. He seems like a good fellow. I believe he helped me sort out a bit, as well as give me a few new things to think on. I'm sure he'll be an asset to you.

"If we do all leave soon, in seperate directions, I likely won't have time to make those Trumps like I promised. When I have opportunity again, though, I will try, and immediately get some to you. If that's all right, of course."

[chalice]

"I had opportunity to talk to your friend Asmundson yesterday as well. He seems like a good fellow. I believe he helped me sort out a bit, as well as give me a few new things to think on. I'm sure he'll be an asset to you.

"If we do all leave soon, in seperate directions, I likely won't have time to make those Trumps like I promised. When I have opportunity again, though, I will try, and immediately get some to you. If that's all right, of course."Gray smiles. "Yes, I like Asmundsen...though I am not blind to the possible risk he may pose. As I told Landon, I will trust any once, until they give me cause to think again.

"If we should have the chance for me to sit for ye - you - again, I should be glad of it."

Gray hesitates, then continues:

"Raevyn, do not be dismayed that others turn you around in the field of combat. That is a small thing. You have Gift beyond my understanding. Value it - value your own strength...I am sorry, I am not saying this well..and it is probably not for me to say at all.

"Would you...should the chance arise...would you give my apologies to Roland? Would you tell him, I am doing the best I can, in the teeth of my madness...? And that I do not think ill of him?"

[LynMars]

"Madness? You mean the Curse...." Raevyn reaches over and grasps Gray's hand. "You will be all right, Agraynel. Someday...Someone will find a way to help you, I'm certain. Or you will find a way to conquer it yourself. I think--I know--you still have strength, and can use it." She smiles sheepishly, and pulls back her hand.

"Now I am the one who thinks they may be overstepping their bounds. I do appreciate your kind words, by the way. As for Roand...He's a good guy, Gray, really, and he didn't mean to offend you, your group, or your guest. He was trying to think of everyone's security, and was merely consulting our host first--who's also a good person; Josh and I have spent quite a bit of time, talking and working together.

"There shouldn't be much to apologize for, really. Roland isn't one to hold a grudge over a misunderstanding. I think many of the disagreements have come from our disparate upbringings, and I'm sure others have realized it as well. These smaller groups are a good way to slowly learn of each other, get used to each others idiosyncracies."

Rae smiles again. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to preach, if I am beginning to. You could try apologizing to him yourself, if he comes in for breakfast. I think they were thinking of one last meeting before we go off to do what we need to. It will be a busy morning, followed by a great deal of activity for all, I think."

[chalice]

" "I'm sorry, I don't mean to preach, if I am beginning to. You could try apologizing to him yourself, if he comes in for breakfast. I think they were thinking of one last meeting before we go off to do what we need to. It will be a busy morning, followed by a great deal of activity for all, I think."
Gray holds fast to Raevyn's hand. "Do you think..he would listen? Most people work out that I'm mad, and write me off from there on...can't say I blame them.."

She gives Raevyn a lopsided smile.

[LynMars]

Raevyn squeezes Gray's hand and grins. "I'm sure he will listen. I don't write you off; I think you're trying, despite what's against you. I think if you work around it, even through it, using it, you can conquer it, and not have to feel the need to make apologies and excuses for something that is now a part of you, as hard as it is. You're the daughter of a King of Amber, Gray; you can do anything you wish, using the strength you have. Don't be afraid of the Curse, or what others may think of it, because then it will have won. I'll always be willing to help if you ever need it, no matter what anyone else thinks, and you have my Trump now, so if you ever just need to talk, please call, and I'll do so if I can."

She gets a slightly teasing look. "I mean, so far, I've had Kat to chat with, but you got stuck with all those guys, and while that can be good, I guess, sometimes you just need a little girl talk, right?" She squeezes Gray's hand again.

[chalice]

She gets a slightly teasing look. "I mean, so far, I've had Kat to chat with, but you got stuck with all those guys, and while that can be good, I guess, sometimes you just need a little girl talk, right?" She squeezes Gray's hand again.
Gray grins back - it makes her look very young. "Right enough."

Her expression sobers.

"I mean to try, Raevyn. Not to be a total liability, if I can, you know. I guess I'll talk to Roland. It's not like he can think worse of me than he does already...more coffee?"

She goes off to fetch refreshment.

[Thanos]

Heldrik gives a short bow to Roland after he has indicated the practice blades. He changes the grip of his blade so that it is turned sideways from normal presenting the flat of the blade. He then strikes a classic Giacomo Di Grassi high ward stance.
"No need for practice blades, just strike with the flat and keep the lunges short. Besides, the girls need to get get used to the clash of steel, I fear they will encounter it sooner than later." The last is said with a wink at Roland as Heldrik obviously means to make some noise before breakfast.

[as agreed by Shutter]

The ringing of blades can be heard through the tranquility of the morning. At first the clangs come sporadically as the two test themselves against each other. Its less than a minute before the tempo increases and the practice has started in earnest.

Heldrik moves into a style similar to a Spanish Rapier technique. However, his reach and blade length keep Roland more easily at bay, it is obviously more about defense and counter strikes meant to draw Roland into the style. In response Roland performs a long then then short series of lunges and faints drawing Heldrik out.

Two minutes later the clash of metal on metal has a regular beat and rhythm as the two combatants have begun to go at each other with purpose. It is not long after when Heldrik strides into an Italian fencing style with many slashes and few thrusting positions. The blades chime as Roland is forced to retreat under the onslaught of blows rain in from almost every direction.

Roland finds that a stop thrust to Heldrik's head nearly takes off an ear if not for his own quick flick of his wrist. The two warriors dance to a tune almost as old as time as each clink and clang of steal rings into the air. Roland notices a bead of sweat roll down Heldrik's neck dripping down his chest and could almost be distracted by it. It seems that Heldrik has decided to stand and fight in some kind of 4 step style where retreating to the rear is not an option, but sliding to the sides or bringing the blades into a bind is a regular occurence.

Roland sees that he has but to keep coming at Heldrik who is obviously beginning to slow and it is a short time before Roland is able to tag him sharply on the arm with the flat of his blade.

"Well done cousin, I hope I was enough of a challenge to provide you a good workout," says Heldrik between gasps of air.

[Wired*Nun]

First Josh, later Asmundson come into the dining-room for breakfast. Josh sits down next to Raevyn, and Asmundson, by Gray. It all seems natural and uncontrived, but it is clear where the affections lie, in any case.

Asmundson mkes small talk about the house, the decoration, and the weather, while Josh seems to be quiet this morning. Other than greeting the others, he has not spoken a word. Pensive might be the word that best describes his apparent mood.

[Shutter]

Roland bows to Heldrik, putting up his blade. "Indeed cousin. More than just a workout..." He seems to think about saying more and quickly changes his mind, extending his right hand to clasp Heldrik's. "It would be an honor to stand beside you in battle...But first, I suspect it is nearly time for breakfast. I will see you there." With a bow and any parting words Roland makes his way back to his quarters to change, shower and shave, packing his few belongings back up in his satchel. Hmm...where did that book go? Does Kat or Raevyn have it at this point?

A short while later he arrives at breakfast, looking refreshed, calm, and ready for the day. Walking slowly into the hall Roland selects a seat as centraly located as he can, fairly obviously trying to appear impartial. He nods and smiles a greeting to all present, with a bit more weight of affection for Raevyn and Josh than the others.

[LynMars]

"Coffee would be nice, but you don't have to--oh, all right, then. Thank you." As Josh comes in, Rae smiles brightly. "Good morning, Josh! Sleep well? I really have been enjoying this short time here in Jorden; it is a wonderful place." 'I'll have to ask him later what has him so distant and thoughtful this morning.'

Later, when Asmundson arrives, she greets him with a friendly smile and a "Good Morning" as well. After a moment's thought, she hesitantly speaks up again. "Um, Asmundson, I was wondering...It looks as though several of us will be going our seperate ways today, and I was wondering about the painting you did yesterday, of your patron. What were you planning to do with that, exactly? I was really thinking of studying your style and technique more, using that, and the subject itself is of course fascinating--though I don't see a need to get too close yet; wouldn't want to offend one such as her with an unexpected and likely unwelcome call, not without proper instruction and perhaps introduction."

When Roland enters, she gives her cousin one of her smiles, and a nod as well, then returns her attention back toward Asmundson, awaiting an answer.

[chalice]

Gray smiles a welcome to Asmundsen and Josh; chatting to Asmundsen seems to relax her a bit.


When Roland enters, she pours another cup of coffee and walks over to offer it to him.

"Peace offering?" she asks, softly, her nervousness apparent in the slight shaking of the hands holding out the cup.

[Wired*Nun]

A sour look flits across his face at Raevyn's "Sleep well?" - the same phrase that triggered this reaction before, she suddenly recalls - quickly replaced with a genuine smile for Raevyn. "I'm fine now, thanks." He didn't actually answer the question, did he...

At Raevyn's question, Asmundson looks at Raevyn for a moment, and folds his napkin in front of him. No one has ever seen him look quite like this before, which is somewhat...displeased. "I do not know you very well, miss Raevyn, and would never think of insulting a lady. However, it does occur to me that you could have any other of my paintings to study my style, and sir Roland was very interested in seeing Nightmare. It is not necessary to dissemble and maneuver with me. If you wish to contact her, and without me around, please feel free to do so. If you wish to have my painting, I would prefer a simple request with straightforward reasons, than this mucking about. So yes, you may have it, with my blessing. May she grant you enlightenment as she has granted me."

With a visible effort, Asmundson puts a smile back on and turns to Gray.
"My dear, you look especially lovely this morning. I believe I would like to take the morning air upon the cupola balcony, would you care to join me?"

[Pygysys]

Kat, as seems to be the case of late, has timed her arrival to perfection and has thus missed the displeasures and peace offerings of the morning. She smiles as she enters the room and greets everyone, "Good morning all. My apologies for running late, I had to attend to my men and ensure their preparations were well underway."

She starts serving herself breakfast, "Have I missed much in the way of conversation? I truly hope not." Her gaze flickers towards Asmundson, "I do believe I neglected proper introductions yesterday. I'm Katarzyna, Captain of the Avalonian Guard and bodyguard to Roland, Raevyn and Josh." I might as well stretch Florimel's ... no wait, Fiona's, or was it Florimel's ... well I might as well stretch the tale further. Let's hope Heldrik and Gray accept it and don't inform him of my true identity.

[LynMars]

Rae frowns. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound as if I were dissembling. None of your other paintings are here, available to us, and it would take time for another to be ready, or to go get one. As for contacting Nightmare, I don't believe that's a step we were quite ready to take yet; from what I understand, Roland was more interested in a better idea of what she looked like, with the possibility of contact later, if necessary.

"Your style is similar to Siodmak's, since you taught him, and studying the painting readily available would help me understand his techniques better, in case it became necessary in the near future. I didn't mean to offend." Raevyn's look is one of genuine regret at causing more strain between themselves and Gray's guest.

'I'm terrible at subtlety; I should have just asked flat-out, rather than try to be polite and roundabout, trying not to offend people even more. I don't know how some of the others do it. No wonder we had so many problems yesterday. I wonder if Josh is okay; second time he's been asked that question, second time he's replied with a nasty look. I'll remember not to ask it in the future, unless he's ever willing to explain some time. Hopefully he'll relax again when the extra guests leave; he was starting to get comfortable with our little group.'

"Hi, Kat! How are you this morning?" Rae inquires when Kat steps in. She notes that Kat introduces herself in the manner they agreed to take with Dunstan, as a test; she tries to recall if they said anything in front of Asmunson about her. 'I'm sure we did, but let him mention it; Gray might, and may wonder at it, though. I'll just try to explain that Kat's getting into character for our visit later, and what it's for. I think she'll understand then.'

[chalice]

With a visible effort, Asmundson puts a smile back on and turns to Gray.
"My dear, you look especially lovely this morning. I believe I would like to take the morning air upon the cupola balcony, would you care to join me?"Gray turns back to Asmundsen from Roland with visible relief.

"Thank you, I would like that."

She tucks her arm into his, and they head off.

Once outside, she sighs. "I must apologise for my Family. I hoped for better from them. I would not willingly have exposed you to discourtesy after you have stood our good friend, Asmundsen."

[Thanos]

Heldrik catches his breath out on the field and walks around a bit.
Roland came on strong, he is obviously very good with up close weapons. Lets see, he started with this stance here...replied in this manner there...pulled that twist and style change right...here.
Looking down at the ground Heldrik follows the fight by the steps on the ground. Roland's footwork is excellent.
Weakness's and strengths my dear cousin. Your reactions are great, but I wonder at your tactics?

Shortly Heldrik heads back to the manner and proceeds with the mornings normal activities. He is the last in to breakfast [likely passing Gray and Asmondson on their way to the balcony, giving them a smile]. Once there he piles up his plate with whatever is available.

"I take it we should discuss our plans this morning. You guys are taking off to the Keep and we're looking for Landon and Siodmak," he says before shoveling in a mouthful of food.

[chalice]

Shortly Heldrik heads back to the manner and proceeds with the mornings normal activities. He is the last in to breakfast [likely passing Gray and Asmondson on their way to the balcony, giving them a smile].Gray returns his smile with a shy one of her own.

"They're all in there*.

[OOC: *If Arrotel isn't present, Gray will have said 'except Arrotel']

"Katarzyna's decided she's a mere bodyguard today, don't know why, but I suppose you'd better humour her. We'll be ready to leave whenever you like, Heldrik."

Maybe it's her idea of humour...I always was bad at seeing the funny side of things....she can't expect to fool Asmundsen, not after greeting Arrotel with that 'well met, brother' in front of him yesterday...can't wait to be away from here and actually doing something again....

[Wired*Nun]

Your style is similar to Siodmak's, since you taught him, and studying the painting readily available would help me understand his techniques better, in case it became necessary in the near future.
Fixing her with a level gaze, Asmundson says to Raevyn, "The only thing similar between Siodmak and my art is that he a certifiable mad genius, and I a rote copyist. He far outstrips me in talent. My contribution was to be in the realm of morality and ethics, of which all the worlds show often a dearth. I taught him school techniques, things a wildling like him would have found no other way. I now wish I hadn't, but there is only one Deity that is perfect in predicting the future, and Siodmak has stumped us both. No one can turn another from evil if he does not wish it." With that, and a short bow, he takes his leave, hoping for Gray on his arm.

[LynMars]

Raevyn nods, still frowning, and doesn't say anymore, paying attention to her breakfast now. 'Well, if I didn't screw that up royally....'

[Wired*Nun]

Once outside, she sighs. "I must apologise for my Family. I hoped for better from them. I would not willingly have exposed you to discourtesy after you have stood our good friend, Asmundsen."
Looking out from the balcony at the sunrise over the villages and town below, Asmundson replies, "I consider it less discourtesy than dis-ease - in the classical etymology, I mean. Lack of ease, lack of self-knowledge. Your family seems to have great difficulty trusting even in the smallest things, and conducts interpersonal politics reflexively, by Machiavellian rules. Here I am, completely in your power, surrounded by sorcerers, artists of the Trump, lycanthropes" - a wink here - "even men who could divide me into three with their magical swords before I could raise a hand - and yet somehow, I get the feeling I am played for a merry fool." Turning fully to Gray, he says, "It is simply not necessary. Before I became a sorcerer, I was a scientist, and before that even, a gentleman, and will remain so, even were my power and intellect stripped from me."

A pause, and a turn to profile. "On the subject of gentility, I have also seen how you and sir Heldrik look at each other. I have no wish to interfere. I have no regrets to dream my dreams, so you should feel no trepidation on my behalf. I would be honored to remain your friend, no matter what passes in future. I trust that is suitably clear?"

[Shutter]

Agraynel:When Roland enters, she pours another cup of coffee and walks over to offer it to him.

"Peace offering?" she asks, softly, her nervousness apparent in the slight shaking of the hands holding out the cup.
Roland smiles a thank you and accepts the cup of coffee, steadying it in her hand. "Accepted Lady Agraynel. There will be public, open talk this morning, before we all leave. If things between you and me remain unsettled after, we can talk again in private?"

A few moments later, as he begins to sip his coffee his heart sinks as Raevyn attempts be subtle and sly. Oooookay. We won't be having her be sneaky again...Well, at least not everything has gone wrong this morning, the madness seems to have left Agraynel for now.

[Wired*Nun]

Josh watches this whole exchange without comment, until Asmundson is gone. He gazes unfocused at a point on the wall, and says, "Well...the best-laid plans of Raevyns and men gang aft a-gley..." There is no malice in his gentle remark, and he reaches out absentmindedly to rub Raevyn's shoulder, then jerks his hand away after a moment, as he suddenly realizes what he has done.

"Sorry." He turns bright red and stares at his plate. "Long night," he says lamely, and eats doggedly to hide his eyes from others'.

[LynMars]

Raevyn glances over at Josh, a bit surprised. She blushes a little herself, but it does bring a faint smile back. She cautiously puts her hand on his arm, just behind his wrist. "Thanks, Josh." She quickly removes her hand and resumes eating, not daring to look at any of the others.

[chalice]

"I consider it less discourtesy than dis-ease - in the classical etymology, I mean. Lack of ease, lack of self-knowledge. Your family seems to have great difficulty trusting even in the smallest things, and conducts interpersonal politics reflexively, by Machiavellian rules. Here I am, completely in your power, surrounded by sorcerers, artists of the Trump, lycanthropes" - a wink here - "even men who could divide me into three with their magical swords before I could raise a hand - and yet somehow, I get the feeling I am played for a merry fool." Turning fully to Gray, he says, "It is simply not necessary. Before I became a sorcerer, I was a scientist, and before that even, a gentleman, and will remain so, even were my power and intellect stripped from me."



"They are the fools, not you. They must miss so much that is worthwhile, meeting the world with such misgiving. By seeing the worst in people, and showing it, they must oftentimes bring out the worst, don't you think?"

Gray's expression becomes faraway. "When my....illness...first came on me, it was just such a thing - I could no longer see what was true and good in anyone, even the ones I loved most. It was as if the world became full of shadows...and each shadow full of danger. Even my father and mother, on the blackest days, even them..."

Unconsciously, her grip on Asmundsen's arm has tightened painfully. Realising this, she unclenches her fingers, with a small apologetic smile.

"I don't think I shall ever be free of those shadows. But I recognise them for what they are - madness, what you so truly called dis-ease - and I fight them, when I can. To see others choosing that worldview freely...I find it hard to accept."

Gray shakes herself back to the present, and looks at Asmundsen very seriously. "I told Roland before we brought you here that you were under our protection. I thought that would be enough, by Family 'rules', to guarantee you reasonable treatment. I was wrong, and I'm so sorry. But I want you to know that I meant it - that if any of them should ever try to harm you, I would defend you with all the strength I have...such as it is. My word as a Princess of Amber on it."




A pause, and a turn to profile. "On the subject of gentility, I have also seen how you and sir Heldrik look at each other. I have no wish to interfere. I have no regrets to dream my dreams, so you should feel no trepidation on my behalf. I would be honored to remain your friend, no matter what passes in future. I trust that is suitably clear?"



Gray blushes.


Then she leans forward to lightly kiss her friend's cheek. "You are a dear," she says, simply. "And your friendship honours and delights me."

A kiss last night, but only a smile in passing this morning...I think I may have made an idiot of myself....but it's too late, far too late...

[Wired*Nun]

Beaming, Asmundson seems invigorated. "Capital! And really, sir Roland has treated me quite well, in his way. I am sure no one here has ill intent, but as has been said, all that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good - ah, people - to do nothing! It is easy to slip into bad habits, and I, for one intend to indulge no worse habit than brandy and cigars. In fact," reaching into his pocket, "I believe I have a couple of Emperors here, begging to be smoked. Would you be scandalized if I offered you one?" Whether she does or not, and unless Gray objects, Asmundson will proceed to light the cigar(s) with a small cantrip to create a flame, and chat as long as Gray likes, or until called, or until lunch.

[Wired*Nun]

Raevyn glances over at Josh, a bit surprised. She blushes a little herself, but it does bring a faint smile back. She cautiously puts her hand on his arm, just behind his wrist. "Thanks, Josh." She quickly removes her hand and resumes eating, not daring to look at any of the others.
Josh's color returns to normal, and he looks up, meeting Raevyn's eyes for a moment, as if amused at his own behavior. Breaking the contact, he gets up and hands his plate to Colleen, who is replenishing the table, and pours himself some more coffee.

Looking around in some concern, he says, "So, let's have a family meeting - briefing, if you will - in my study, as soon as everyone is ready. Whomever is bold enough to go tell Gray and Asmundson should probably just tell them that's what we're doing, with apologies, to Mr. Challenger - or, we include him? Umm, probably not. I dunno. Roland, any ideas?"

[Shutter]

Josh:"So, let's have a family meeting - briefing, if you will - in my study, as soon as everyone is ready. Whomever is bold enough to go tell Gray and Asmundson should probably just tell them that's what we're doing, with apologies, to Mr. Challenger - or, we include him? Umm, probably not. I dunno. Roland, any ideas?"
"I want to include Asmundson at first at least. He has been brought in, and he deserves explanations at least if he is to be shut out of anything. I was hoping to begin over breakfast, once everyone is here. We can wait a few minutes until they're ready I think." In the meantime Roland seems content to sip his coffee and gather his thoughts.

[Wired*Nun]

Josh smiles and says, "All right, the Amberites, in the Dining Room, with the...Trumps! heh. Sec." He gets back up, going into the kitchen for a moment, then returning. "I gave everyone the day off, they understand. We should be out of here before they come back tonight."


True to his word, those in the dining room hear Colleen finishing up in the kitchen and then heading out the back way. An half hour later, the chateau is empty but for the Amberites and Asmundson. Josh asks Arrotel to go let Gray and Asmundson know their presence is desired in the dining room at their earliest convenience, and they eventually come down, smelling faintly of cigar smoke. Any others are soon rounded up, and finally, everyone is gathered in the room, seated or placed wherever they desire. Josh forgoes his usual perch and sits close to Raevyn, his hand resting lightly on the back corner of her chair, a finger's breadth from her shoulder.

[Pygysys]

Kat happily guards the patch of wall beside the door, fully in character and dressed in her usual uniform. From time to time she glances from Roland to Raevyn, offering both a smile of support. It must be a reflection of her good mood that she even smiles Josh's way every now and then too.

[chalice]

Gray will sit quietly between Arrotel and Asmundsen during the following discussions, alternately studying the faces of speakers and looking down at her hands, but saying nothing. Her manner is very much that of a child on its best behaviour.


[OOC: 'cos I have to get some sleep after a long day's hard labour in the garden.]

[LynMars]

Raevyn sips on coffee and sits quietly in her chair, waiting. She returns Kat's smile and waits, determined not to say any more until she's either directly asked, or things are more settled, and she risks less chance at offending anyone else.

[Thanos]

Post #202
"I take it we should discuss our plans this morning? You guys are taking off to the Keep and we're looking for Landon and Siodmak," he says before shoveling in a mouthful of food.

Heldrik seems completely uncaring that the rest of the group seems to have ignored his previous comments and wolfs down food going for his second helping and finishing it while the others go back and forth. Colleen finishes up around him and he thanks her for the excellent food before heading to the Dinning Room.

Once there he takes a seat where ever his instincts tell him will cause the least amount of trouble once people start sitting next to him or in other places. Heldrik looks to Roland to start this little meeting.

[chalice]

Once there he takes a seat where ever his instincts tell him will cause the least amount of trouble once people start sitting next to him or in other places. Heldrik looks to Roland to start this little meeting.Yeah, lots of staring expectantly at Roland ;)

[Shutter]

Roland sets down his coffee cup and speaks clearly over the clatter of tableware.

"If you'd all indulge me for a moment..." A pause to see if anyone objects.

"Mr. Challenger, as has no doubt become apparent, we are a family under strain. One of us has been murdered, another abducted. We don't know if there is a link between the two, but we know that Trump was involved in both. An unknown force is acting against our home, against our blood, and we are compelled to defend ourselves."

"This puts me on an awkward footing with regard to new friends. I would like to trust you, and your Patron...But for now, I remain wary of any unknownn quantities. Particularly unknown quantities with access to Trump powers. Surely you can see that this is reasonable. I am lucky, and grateful, that you are being understandiong, and very patient with me in this. Thank you for that Sir. I will ask your indulgence at least once more this morning; my cousins and I need to talk in private of family matters. I had hoped to be quiet about the need to exlude you for now, but my cousins have already let me know that they find such behaviour too rude to stomach so I suppose it's best to be as clear as possible about the matter." His eyes briefly meet Arrotel's and Agraynel's if possible. Is this sufficiently open for you two? Gods I hate these shows...

"After you all have finished dining I would request your presense cousins in Josh's study so that we may lay plans. Mr. Challenger, we will try not to leave you alone and bored for too long." Well that was more awkward than I'd hoped... Roland lifts his cup of coffee and sips, looking around the room at everyone.

[chalice]

His eyes briefly meet Arrotel's and Agraynel's if possible. Is this sufficiently open for you two? Gods I hate these shows... Gray's answering look is neutral, maybe even sympathetic; she flicks a glance over at Arrotel, though, and rolls her eyes in comic despair.


"After you all have finished dining I would request your presense cousins in Josh's study so that we may lay plans. Mr. Challenger, we will try not to leave you alone and bored for too long." Well that was more awkward than I'd hoped... Roland lifts his cup of coffee and sips, looking around the room at everyone."Perhaps Captain Katarzyna could keep Mr Challenger company," suggests Gray, a spark of mischief kindling in her eyes, her voice light with the suspicion of a giggle. "If this is to be a Family-only conference...? I'm sure they could keep one another from being bored... "

No use her play-acting if you forget she's doing it, right?

[Shutter]

Roland turns and stares at Agraynel for a moment, a look of puzzlement on his face. Oh hell...the nice one is gone already.

"Thank you Agraynel, an excellent reminder. From here on, Lady Katarzyna will be going, undercover as it were. Mr. Challenger, you've been with us long enough to know that she is, of course, a member of our family. I would appreciate it if you keep this information strictly to yourself, even to the extent that it not be mentioned aloud once we leave this place. Methods of eavesdropping are many and diverse. To get practice and comfort with the role, she is stepping in to it this morning. Perhaps this explanation is redundant, yet it seemed to me that Lady Agraynel was under the mistaken impression that we were trying to decieve you, and opted to call us out on it. Thank you for the reminder Lady Agraynel, further public checks will not be needed on this, or any other matter."

I wonder if she has any idea how close she is to getting them both killed or imprisoned?

[chalice]

"I wasn't calling you out, Roland," Gray looks genuinely hurt at his rebuke.

"I was - just a little, mind you - teasing you. Katarzyna looks very well in her role, but since she is practising, I thought the rest of you were too. I didn't realise we were forbidden to mention the topic."

She looks over at Kat.

"Since I can't seem to say anything right, I hope you will take this suggestion as well meant. I'd stick to calling yourself the Captain of the Guard, and not add 'bodyguard to Roland, Raevyn and Josh'. You can't be a bodyguard to more than one person. Because you can only die in one person's place." Her young face goes bleak for a moment. "I'm not trying to be smart - I just happen to have good cause to know. It's just a suggestion, not a criticism of any kind."

She gets to her feet, and looks apologetically at Heldrik. "It seems better if I absent myself from the Family discussion. I'm sure you can give me the edited highlights after we leave. I'm going to see if Telloth wants some company. Just come up to the roof and yell when you want us back."

She leaves, eyes bright with the beginning of tears.

[LynMars]

Raevyn sighs as she watches Gray leave. She looks at Roland, a little sad. "I think this is a case of two people, from very different lives, being completely unable to understand one another. So far, it seems the two of you have done nothing but offend each other, and it leads to other 'aligned' cousins disagreeing as well." She looks over everyone else in the room, and shakes her head. "I would have liked to have enjoyed this brief time getting to meet each other, away from the politics of Amber, but it seems we brought them with us. It's sad I'm almost looking forward to us being on our seperate ways again.

"Start without me; I'm going to see if she's all right and if she'll come back down. I'll try to come back for some of it, at least."

Raevyn gets up, and unless anyone tries to stop her, follows Gray out, taking a few deep breaths. 'Really shouldn't be so angry, but I'm so sick of everyone meaning one thing, and everyone else taking it in the worst way possible; we're supposed to be a family, for heaven's sake...The Shadowdwellers have it far better in some regards, I think...'

[Thanos]

"After you all have finished dining I would request your presense cousins in Josh's study so that we may lay plans. Mr. Challenger, we will try not to leave you alone and bored for too long." Well that was more awkward than I'd hoped... Roland lifts his cup of coffee and sips, looking around the room at everyone.
Heldrik seems to be bored.

This is simple. You guys go do something with the Keep and either invite us or don’t. If you do then we devise a plan for open entry or concealed entry, if we are not going to just observe. Frag it all, Gray could shift to look like a soldier and get in easy, attached to her could be the entire team in a shadow pocket waiting to be set loose on the unsuspecting. We will most likely be going off by ourselves and doing a fruitless search for the two of them because they keep moving around. Which means I am left with two options: Walk the Pattern and have it take me to Landon or search for endless days through the Pattern Lens. Neither of which is pleasant.

[Thanos]

As Roland, Gray, and the others go round and round Heldrik’s expression becomes a little harder until he looks completely business like. Everybody can tell that he is waiting to speak as soon as Raevyn finishes. When she does,

“Lets get down to business. Roland, do you want the three of us along for the ride to the Keep? If not, then we will pursue Landon first, most likely by using the Pattern to transport one of us to him and extracate him if needs be or find out what is going on. If per chance that you wish our assistance in your mission to the Keep then deciding the best approach is of primary concern of course, stealth or open. Lets get down to the meat of the matter and move along before anything distracts us.”

[chalice]

Raveyn doesn't find Gray, though she will notice that the large window at the end of the corridor has been left open.

[OOC: because Gray is by now in hawkform and getting some peace and quiet in the air above Josh's home.]

[Shutter]

Gray:"I wasn't calling you out, Roland," Gray looks genuinely hurt at his rebuke.

"I was - just a little, mind you - teasing you. Katarzyna looks very well in her role, but since she is practising, I thought the rest of you were too. I didn't realise we were forbidden to mention the topic."

She looks over at Kat.

"Since I can't seem to say anything right, I hope you will take this suggestion as well meant. I'd stick to calling yourself the Captain of the Guard, and not add 'bodyguard to Roland, Raevyn and Josh'. You can't be a bodyguard to more than one person. Because you can only die in one person's place." Her young face goes bleak for a moment. "I'm not trying to be smart - I just happen to have good cause to know. It's just a suggestion, not a criticism of any kind."Roland opens his mouth to speak but snaps it shut again when Agraynel gets up and leaves, apparently on the verge of tears. Can give it, but can't take it. Fair enough, good to know at least...Heldrik needs to see it if she's going to be a liability I guess...How the hell does she plan to find that hawk?

"Tell her she is welcome at our meeting, we are all equals in this." He calls after Raevyn when she gets up to follow after Agraynel. Maybe she can calm her down...

And then Heldrik speaks up, calling for an immediate decision. In front of Asmundson. Roland looks at Heldrik. Looks at Asmundson. Looks back to Heldrik.

"Perhaps I misspoke, if so I apologize. We will discuss our plans, as a group, in private."

[Wired*Nun]

Asmundson replies to Roland, "Of course, sir, I do understand. I appreciate your candor. Though the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, at the risk of irony, I trust your good intentions in this regard. Despite Agraynel's own, ahem, good intentions, I do not feel ill-treated nor maligned. Family is family, after all. Landon is the only one I knew well, in a strange sense, and I feel responsible for him since he was abducted in the very presence of the Maze. I have accepted everyone's word that our time here represents a very short span outside this shadow, but I must tell you, I very much wish to be off. I need to go back to my Maze, and use its power if I can to locate Landon. If that is insufficient, I shall paint another Trump of Nightmare and enquire of her myself. The worst she will do is tell me I have erred in my inquiry, I believe."

"I think the best thing for me to do is depart this place, with no ill feelings or regrets, back to my home, to begin my work. I suggest one of the other Artists here prepare a Trump of me to contact me when you are ready, or by any other method to reach my home. By your leave," he turns to Josh and bows, "I shall depart. Give the absent ladies my regards." He stands and makes ready to go.

Josh looks somewhat nonplussed, and says, "All right with me. That may even be the best thing. Roland?"

[Shutter]

"Again you impress me with your generosity Mr. Challenger. I think that Lady Agraynel would take it amiss if she returned to find that you had departed without saying goodbye." He gives a wry smile. "There is some chance that she would blame me for having driven you off...Also, I had rather hoped you might be prevailed upon to help in the search for Landon or Siodmak, either of whom you know better than the rest of us."

[Wired*Nun]

A raised eyebrow from Asmundson. "I do intend to help find Landon, and Siodmak, for that matter. I will wait until Agraynel returns, then. Shall I wait here, or elsewhere?"

[Thanos]

“Perhaps the courtyard would be appropriate, as this will not take long I will join you there one way or the other shortly. Perhaps Princess Gray will see you from the air?”

The moment that Asmondson leaves Heldrik cracks his knuckles and puts his clasped hands together on the table.

“Now, lady and gentlemen, can we please discuss what needs to be discussed.”