Landon and Agraynel, through the Looking Glass

[Wired*Nun]

The night is cool and clammy, as the usual Landon mists start to rise off the Thales. It amuses me every time I think of it to have found a shadow of London with my own name...or was it my unconscious desire when seeking this shadow? The things we will never know...I wonder if Jack London felt the same way...A cry comes off the street. "Landon! Landon Delacourte!"

"Stop the cab, good fellow." Landon opens the hansom door to see a plump, but spry bearded fellow approaching. He is well-dressed in conservative fashion...Asmundson. John Asmundson. A fellow member of the Cross and Roses Society, a man who seems to have boundless interests and endless energy. He fancies himself a mage, artist, detective, scientist, occultist, investigator, explorer, and who knows what else. Quite good, actually, in the sorcery deparatment, for this Shadow. Even seems to be able to execute some kind of local shadow Trumps, of inferior effectiveness but excellent style.

Asmundson hops into the carriage, putting his walking stick between his knees and taking off his hat. He is dressed up for a formal event. "Heading for the party, are you too?" he asks. "I hope you don't mind, but my cab lost a wheel back there and I thought I was going to have to hoof it up the hill. Can't arrive at the Mayor's of Landon's party with perspiration on my brow, now can I?"

[TreyKincaide]

Landon leans back and sits properly in his seat.

"No, of course not old bean. That would surely not do at all considering current state of affairs. Did I not suggest that you hire your own personal coachman? Ah, no matter. Your misfortune stirs me from my private reveries and provides most excellent company for the rest of my short journey."

Landon gestures to a private small cache of wine he keeps in his carriage. "May I offer you a bit of refreshment? You were just about to tell me all about what new innovation has caught your fancy and it would not do to speak at length and arrive with a parched throat."

[Wired*Nun]

"Oh, as you remember, I was heading for the Continent to investigate some reported possible lycanthropy near Toulon. However, it turned out to be nothing, so I tried to look up an old friend of mine, but he wasn't in...so, nothing but a lot of boring travel, really. Thank God for trains, though, in the civilised world! What would we have done if we live a hundred years ago! Mon Dieu, it was the dark ages! No gas, no steam, cottage industry...hardly different from King Corvin in Avalon, eh, what? Ahh, that's good, you always did have a fine cellar. Oh yes, where was I, ahhh...my latest project, yes. Something I've been working on, off and on for some time. A children's book! What do you think of the idea?"

[TreyKincaide]

Landon takes swirls his wine in the glass and takes a sip appreciating the vintage.

"Yes, this is indeed the age of convenience and sophistication. Corvin's wizard would indeed be impressed by our modern marvels. However, I believe the best is to come my friend. The next century is approaching steadfast and who knows what wonders in finance, industry, and transportation it shall hold. Why it might be possible to fly to Toulon in a mere matter of hours.

What? A children's book you say? Not your usual fare. Doesn't sound too terribly exciting if you don't mind my saying especially as I'm used to tales of your expeditions to this old grave or that delving into the mysteries which are sometimes best unexplained. Although, who knows? If you enjoy that sort of thing I say good show. You will certainly not be ruined by the attempt. If I recall correctly you got on marvelously with the Widow Bryant's younger children at the funeral last autumn while I was...ahem...entertaining her older daughters. If I may ask what is the premise of this foray into children's literature, and what spawned this avenue of personal expression?"

[Wired*Nun]

"Hmm yes, well, that's what I though you would say. However, this is going to be the most magnificent, the most unusual children's book, ever. Kings, princes, sultans and presidents will pay millions for a copy, and think it a bargain. I cannot tell you why, oh no, I cannot, not yet, but suffice to say that the world has never seen its like. I shouldn't even be telling you this, but you're such a stout and discreet fellow, and a member of our Society, I know you will not leak anything before it's time."

[TreyKincaide]

"Come now, good sir. You must be jesting and making sport of me like the time you said that you had found the lost library of Andreda or the time you claimed to discovered the secret of the Sophist's stone. Each time before you were going to make millions. Usually the betterment of mankind and the furthering of Knowledge are your true goals as I well know that your portfolio is doing quite well especially when you followed my investment advice in the past. What great contribution could a children's book, unusual and singular as you say, have on the fate of our world?"

[Wired*Nun]

"Well, I don't know that it may have effect on the fate of the world, oh no, but certainly...on my own fate! And my pocketbook! But, I have said too much already. Look, we are about to arrive, let us speak of this some other time, and conduct ourselves like the good gentlemen we are, the better to impress the ladies present. I'll tell you what, my friend," he says, tapping Landon lightly on the chest with the head of his walking stick, "as soon as I get the thing worked out, I'll let you see the first test, all right? And then we shall see who's crackpot scheme is whose, eh, what! Look lively now, where was my invitation...ah, there it is." He steps out of the carriage after Landon, ("Help me down, old boy, too many butter tarts, you know, and the bad knee") and fluffing his lapels, marches on in with Landon to the party.

[TreyKincaide]

"I say, you do so love perking my interest only clamour up and be mysterious. Oh well, if we must, we must. For the sake of the ladies after all."

Landon grins patronizing the older man and at the mention of tonight's festivities he quickly puts thoughts of John's crazy and sometimes dangerous ideas out of his mind saved he hopes that he won't have to interfere again to keep the poor boy out of trouble that he couldn't handle. He steps out of the carriage assisted out by his footman and strolls gracefully down the entry way taking off his top hat and handing his gentlemanly effects to the door man.

[Wired*Nun]

The party passes quickly. The last Landon sees of Asmundson, he has a buxom dowager on his arm, and they are heading off for a tete-a-tete - or maybe just a late snack!

The next couple of weeks pass quickly too, when a message arrives from Asmundson. "Greetings, Landon. Regarding that matter we discussed, please visit me at your earliest convenience, and we shall see what we shall see." - A

[TreyKincaide]

What matter is Asmundson referring to...hmmm...oh, yes, his foray into his new career as a children's author. Troublesome nonsense. Oh well. I suppose if it's important to the chap I should last least see what he's up to.

Landon arranges that any pressing business is concluded, any midnight rendevous are regretfully postponed until a later date, and tells his coachman of his plans to go over and see his addled friend that very evening.

[Wired*Nun]

Arriving at Asmundson's sprawling rundown mansion, Landon observes many signs of disrepair. What a perfect place for a mad renaissance man to live. Saves a lot of money, not maintaining anything. His one batman opens the door, an old fellow with a ramrod-straight gait and one tail of his butler's tux...bitten?...off. The man is imperturbable as Arthur sniffs the his hand. "Follow me, sir, the master is waiting for you in the Laboratory." How droll. Wonder if John fed him that line. At least he didn't say, "You're wet."

Following the man's deadly slow tread impatiently down the stair to the basement laboratory, Landon reflects on his last visit, more than a year ago. Asmundson had been working on a time machine. There was certainly something to that time machine, if nothing more than too much Direct Current. It had sputtered, and melted itself into a pile of slag. It was amusing to watch him flapping about, trying to put out the nascent fires. Arthur had laughed at that one, too.

"Ahh, come in, come in, I am so glad to see you." Arthur greets Asmundson like an old friend, and vice versa. He has cleared away a section of his capacious basement, and recluttered it to become an art studio of some sort. A number of small paintings are scattered about on easels, along with pencil drafts and sketches.

As Landon examines them, moving about the room, he sees that they are all quite good, and depict storybook scenes of anthromorphic animals in traditional roles - a hedgehog housekeeper, a gypsy tortoise, a vole inkeeper. "So, what do you think, my good man?"

[TreyKincaide]

Landon stares appreciatively at the drawings humoring the older man.

"What can I say? They're all of incredible artist merit. You have a skill, dear sir that I, alas, do not, and for that, perhaps, I might be envious of you until the end of my days."

Just not to be rude and because he knows Asmundson has real shadow talent, Landon summons the Pattern to his mind and looks over the paintings to try to figure out what he's up to before commenting futher.

[Wired*Nun]

"Ah yes, but you see, that's not the important part. I have discovered something remarkable. I have discovered a way to bring the pictures alive! At first I thought I was going mad. I am sure you will too, when I tell the tale fully. So I decided to bring you and show you, so that you will know I am not mad, and you can share in its wonder. And its profit, too, I might add."

Landon looks around with the pattern lens, and spies something unusual...on one easel, covered in a cloth, something emanates. It reminds him of Trump, but not exactly.

Walking over to that selfsame easel, Asmundson prepares to pull off the cloth. "This is it. This is the first painting that I have done that didn't fade in power. When you regard it, you will see it come alive for you!" He draws off the cloth with a flourish and waits for Landon to inspect his work.

From a few feet away, the small six by eight inch painting isn't much to look at, but he does feel the trump-like power of the thing.

[TreyKincaide]

Landon appraises the piece from where he stands careful not to concentrate on any particular details as Images have a way of drawing a person in. He looks skeptically at his friend.

If this is what I think it is then life just got a lot more complicated. It just shouldn't be possible from what I understand, although I understand damn little. Merlin explained a bit when he taught me Sorcery and was nice enough to draw a couple Trumps of my portrait which he gave to Flora, myself, and probably kept one.

Can this possibly work across Shadows and, if so, what powers it if not the Pattern nor the Logrus? I was also led to believe that to just use Trump one must be an intiatite of one of those powers. A myriad of impossibilities if this poor chap turns out not to be looney after all.

I need to get to the bottom of this and find out if anyone Real is responsible. If so, I shall have to nip this in the bud and cut my stay in this shadow short. I somehow doubt, however, that Asmundson will be persuaded to leave well enough alone. This will end poorly.

"I'll admit the item looks impressive, although as much from your fanfare as its apparent worth. You forget that unlike yourself I tread carefully in these type of dealings and would hear the story and afterwards a demonstration before I either judge your sanity has fled or meddle with something that might be beyond my understanding."

Landon will leave his Pattern Summoning up throughout John's explanation to study his demonstration and protect himself if needs be.

[Wired*Nun]

"The story? I have been experimenting with western cabalism, the art of inscribing signs for magic, as well as the Judish Kabbalach, a related, perhaps, older, wisdom. I happened upon an ancient manuscript, written in an unknown language! This was some years back, in Egypt. I haven't said anything about it because until recently I had no way of translating the language." Here he strides over to another workbench and picks up a large round pieces of glasslike substance. It also glows with some kind of trumplike energy. Picking it up, he holds it out to you. "Take it, it won't hurt you. But it will translate anything! ANYTHING! I can translate all of the lost documents of the world, revolutionize archaeology, and everything! But the first thing I tried it ouit on was the ancient manuscript, as I had been burning with curiosity for years. And once I started reading, I became fascinated, and have been working day and night...except for that one night out of course, a man has to have some time off."

Here he looks crestfallen. "Unfortunately, I can't find the manuscript. I don't know how, but I have lost it...somehow. But the results!!! The results I have proven! I can draw a picture of the fantastical, and watch it as if on an animation screen - only, not by gaslight using spinning wheels, but just as in life! One can watch as long as one wants, as if looking through a window. Try it, man, look for yourself!"

[TreyKincaide]

Landon takes the glass lens then calls over Arthur and pets with one hand him absently as if deep in thought while clutching the glass with the other.

Just in case I'm about to depart for lands unknown, I'd hate to have left you behind and have you track me down. This is a poor idea and I feel as if I'm going to step through the looking glass only to find a trap. However, only one way to determine if this is indeed a trump image. Who ever has arranged for this to happen has already covered their tracks and retrieved this manuscript and I'm at their mercy. I can only hope that Admunsdson will stop with this foolishness if it results in the loss of his good friend.

"Well, good sir. After much consideration I believe I shall take your word that the picture is as harmless as you say it is. I do so hope that this won't end up like your good time experiment."

Landon concentrates on the image dreading that his suspicions will be confirmed.

[Wired*Nun]

The image of the idyllic storybook place does indeed come alive. Landon can see the picture come to life, then it is as if he is standing in a window, looking at an idealized village. Walking, talking rabbits, bears, porcupines, squirrels, dressed in clothings and carrying on picayune tasks abound. A sign in the background reads, "The Jolly Vole Hotel." Better than any movie on Shadow Earth...not a hint of unreality. It must be a shadow of someone's childhood imagination... Landon feels as if he could step through. It must have some reality on some level. Arthur wuffs as he sees the squirrels.

"Good chasing," Arthur growls. It's an eager, rather than threatening, growl. "Please?" He looks up at Landon pleadingly. "Want to chase, please?"

"See, I told you, you can see it too!" Landon hears from behind him. "Isn't it marvelous? We'll make millions!"

[TreyKincaide]

Here's hoping that he can't make anymore without this lens and that he'll be as much a coward when confronted by the dark side of the occult as he usually is. Now, time for a masterful performance. Nothing else to learn here and now's a good enough time to go as any.

Landon's expression turns horrific as he cries out in alarm "Something ..is pulling me towards the portrait!" He grimaces as he tries to make the sign of warding, taught by the order of the Cross and Rose, for Amundson's benefit. "Dear gods, help me!" he cries as he and Arthur "involuntarily" step forward and hopefully through the image.

[Wired*Nun]

The fading cry of "Delacourte!" is all Landon hears as he steps into the image.

All of the village inhabitants in line of sight stop and stare. Then a cry starts from all around - "Cymaq" is what it sounds like. "Cymaq! Cymaq! Cymaq!" They rush forward, smiles on their faces, until Arthur begins barking madly. "BACK! BACKBACKBACKBACKBACK!" He barks. His hair is up on his spine and he growls mencingly. "Too many, boss, too many of them," he snarls.

The crowd pulls back with a gasp. Everyone falls silent, except for one bunny baby who begins crying like a fire siren. A badger bobby steps forward carefully, his baton quivering in front of him. "Now hear, you, you have to curb that hound, I say. Make him sit, get a muzzle on him. It's not safe." Cries of "Yes!" and "Muzzle him!" are taken up by the crowd.

[TreyKincaide]

Landon blinks almost not believing his eyes.

I sure hope that worked. I don't think I'll ever get used to that. Trump jet lag. Ughhh. It seems that the impossible has now become opposite. What next? Talking rodents? Oh wait, nevermind. Now what are they asking? Oh something about Arthur.

Landon sighs before telling Arthur to quiet down and sit. "As you can see, my companion is very well behaved and I can assure you that he will cause no trouble unless I instruct otherwise. One must be careful of being rude and making demands of unknown travelers. One never knows when they might be dangerous. However, this must be your lucky day because in this case neither Arthur nor myself are dangerous. My name is Landon, and thus I am no longer a stranger," Landon grins before continuing. "I am but a simple traveler and will be happy to be on my way providing I could purchase provisions and perhaps get a little information. I was wondering if any other travelers appearing much like myself passed through this way recently. If you can answer that and take some coin in exchange for traveling rations I'll be gone before you can blink."

[Wired*Nun]

The badger bobby looks puzzled, and says, "You're not Cymaq." Is that a name? A race? A political party? Some other identifier? Everyone around looks cresfallen, and most of them turn and go back about their business, shaking their heads.

The ones that are left include the badger, a vole ("Hello, Jolly T. Vole, Hotelier, nice to meet you, if you have need of a room, we're the best in Fern Hollow), a bull ("Trundleberry's the name, Baron Beauregarde Trundleberry), and a hedgehog ("Sally Hedge, pleased to meet you"). Oddly, they are all about the same size, more or less, as if all the animals, large or small, had been redone into human scale. The Baron is on the big side, perhaps 6'6" plus horns. Vole is short and fat, about 5'6".

They all are peering at him, as if not knowing quite what to make of him. "He looks like Cymaq!" "Except for the dog." "And the fur." "Oh yes, his fur is yellow, isn't it." "Maybe all Cymaqs look alike?" This and suchlike goes on for as long as Landon will let it.

[TreyKincaide]

"If I may? Perhaps, I know this fellow by a different word. I have been traveling quite a long time and my perceptions are a bit addled to tell the truth. Maybe, if someone describe to me his features, I can be be more helpful," Landon flashes that 2 million dollar smile.

He'll try to weasle any information he can out of the locals while appearing to be harmless and friendly as possible.

[Wired*Nun]

"He looks like you!" Yes, just like you!" "He looks like a Cymaq." "Only without the dog" "Yes, and different fur on his head." It goes on and on. I guess all badgers or rabbits would look alike to me too, without a lot of practice.

[TreyKincaide]

Landon gives up in frustration and asks, "Can you at least tell me how to find this fellow?" before throwing in the towel and sighing.

I might as well Trump either Flora or Merlin to get their opinion after I get a hot meal. Yes, I believe that's the ticket.

Regardless of the answer to the question posed, Landon will head to the to the Jolly Vole's and arrange dinner and a private room funnily enough having exactly the right amount of currency for both. He'll then go to into his room, hide the Trump glass upon his person, and decide to Trump Aunt Flora barring anything that invalidates these actions.

[Wired*Nun]

Trump contact is very slow in coming. In fact, he only has time for about two seconds of faint contact before it fizzles. It's not blocked, it just...veers of in some strange direction...maybe it's diverted.

[TreyKincaide]

This is definately strange. I don't like it when crap doesn't work when it's supposed to. Maybe I'm too far out in shadow to reach Flora or this shadow is diverting contact. Although you have some strange Trump thingy for lack of a better in your pocket. Maybe I can reach Merlin.

Landon tries to Trump Merlin, however, he has Pattern brought to mind and the Trump lens out to see if it reacts magically in some manner to his attempt.

[Wired*Nun]

The attempt to reach Merlin seems to work slightly better. Landon can perhaps say a couple of words before the contact fades again.

Looking at the Trump Lens through the Pattern Lens, he sees it contains some kind of Pattern and Trump energy, commingled, and imperfect. There is a flaw in the matrix, which feels like a sliver in the finger of his mind...it doesn't react to the Pattern Lens, though.

[TreyKincaide]

The words that Landon says before the contact ends..."I'm having trouble with Trumping Flora."

Damn. That didn't work. I don't know if it's because of this thing or not. I can't tell if this is intact or not....the lens feels like some corruption of Pattern and Trump. Maybe that's why Asmundson could use it because it's not the real deal. Regardless, I have two options--stay here and wait for this Cymaq person or try to shift shadow and find somewhere I can make contact with someone. Option 1 isn't attractive in the least. Option 2 leaves me wondering just where I should go. It's possible that Trump itself is failing. I wish someone who knew more about these things than I was here. Hmmm...if Trump is strange then maybe a reading will likewise be strange. If it's not then perhaps it'll give me some clue on how to proceed.

Landon shuffles his Trump deck and deals out a random spread. He's attempting a general reading without asking a question merely trying get a vague overview elements affecting his situation.

[Wired*Nun]

The reading indicated he should settle down permanently and live happily every after.

No, that can't be right...

Another reading indicates he should be trying to rescue a fair maiden in distress...or maybe it means he is in love with his mother...he's not sure.

Hmm....one more try...

This one indicates that he should treat others as he would like to be treated.

[TreyKincaide]

Son of a bitch. This is not good. Option 2 it is. Despite the risks involved, it's looking like I have no other choice. What I wouldn't give for a good horse or car.

Landon sets out that very night with Arthur in tow trying to shift shadow. He tries to start slowly and eventually puts a gas upped automobile around the next bend.

I always get so tickled that those such as we need to resort to car theft if it suits our purposes. Oh well, it's better than walking. Well, on to Shadow Earth I'm bound to see if Flora's there. I flat out refuse to walk to the Courts.

[Wired*Nun]

Shifting shadow, Landon comes round the bend to see a small, almost toy car parked on the side of the road. Looking inside, he sees there are pedals. It is pale blue, with lighter and darker patches, something like a blue sky with clouds.

[TreyKincaide]

What the hell! That's not what I wanted. All right, take two. I need to see if my mastery of Pattern is likewise screwed up. Nice trap this. Okay. Firmly picture in your mind what you want. A Red convertible car like what Flora gave you on your 16th birthday. Strongly stress envision the size to be appropriate to Shadow Earth. Bucket leather seats. Completely gassed up and in fine working condition. Keys to the ignition under the visor. Just right over the next hill.

Landon tries again if for no other reason to confirm his suspicions.

[Wired*Nun]

This time, the result is a somewhat bigger car, red, convertible, bucket leather seats, and really...nice...pedals. Still, it would probably be faster than walking, at least on the road.

[TreyKincaide]

Gah! At least I can travel in this, but if Shadow Walking is screwier than usual I don't know if I want to. Oh well, better than staying here I suppose. At least it'll work in low tech Shadows.

Landon hops in the car and starts peddling trying to reach Shadow Earth. He's shifting shadow normally. As unpredictable as everything is right now he can't take the risk of hell riding.

[Wired*Nun]

Landon rides along. It seems he can effect small changes, or even large ones, that are consistent with this type of shadow. Whe he wants a restaurant to appear, the Peggy Piggy's 50's Diner appears, full of farm animals in denim overalls. When he tries to get a gas station, it's Jonny-Boy's 3-in-1 Oil and Shoe Store. Trying to change things up a bit, he shifts to a winter landscape, and soon, passes a white woman in white fur under white ermine in a sled being pulled behind white horses. A small boy with glasses is riding along, and he hears, "Oh do shut up, Edwin," as he goes by.

[TreyKincaide]

Narnia? What the hell is going on? Either someone is fucking with me or I'm more screwed up in the head than I thought. It doesn't seem like I'm getting any closer to Shadow Earth. In fact, I seem to be stuck in one children's book after another. Seems to be a fine mess you've gotten yourself into. All right. Let's hold up a minute.

Landon stops peddling his children's toy of a car and coasts to a rest.

This damn thing got me into this. Maybe it can get me out. Risky, but who knows where I'll end up at this rate? If I see one more personified animal, I think I'm going to scream.

He pulls out the Trump lens that he suspects is the cause for all his woes. He holds it aloft and concentrates on the lens as one would do it a Trump. Should nothing happen he'll cry out in frustration, "I've had enough of this game. Show yourself, who ever you are!"

[Wired*Nun]

Landon cries out in frustration, "I've had enough of this game. Show yourself, who ever you are!"
As the echoes die out, he hears the sound of the sleigh being turned around. The White Witch is coming back toward him.

[TreyKincaide]

Damn, that's all I need. It's been a long time since I read this book. I can't remember much except that the White Witch truly earned her name and Edwin was her tool for a time. Oh well, company's company. Maybe she's a good lay. It would be a good time to make myself more presentable, but doing sorcery in someone else's house isn't a smart idea.

Landon sighs and places the Trump lens back in his inside jacket.

This. This is the cause of all my trouble...but I can't very well leave it some where for some shadow person to stumble on.

Landons takes a deep breath and props his head with one arm resting on the car. He flashes his winning smile to the White Witch as she approaches "You wouldn't happen to be going my way would you?"

What next? Harry Potter?

[Wired*Nun]

The White Witch smiles and says, "What a nice doggie! You don't look like you belong here. Just the kind of person I like. Are you cold? Get in under the fur with me and you can have some Turkish Delight with Edwin here." "Oh yes, it's jolly good! May I have another piece, please?" says Edwin. "Well we must save some for mister...what did you say your name was?"

Arthur growls and says from the passenger seat, "I don't like her."

[TreyKincaide]

"It's an acquired taste, I believe." Landon says cryptically for Arthur's benefit and continues, "Delacourte. I apologize my prior outburst, and I appreciate the offer madame. However, I wouldn't wish to impose. If you'd be kind enough to tell me if, perchance, you are familiar with a Mr. or Mrs. Cymaq I'll trouble you no further."

[Wired*Nun]

A puzzled look crosses her face. "Cymaq? I don't believe I've ever heard of them. But really, if you are cold, you should be coming along with me to my castle. Bring your charming little...vehicle, if you like."

It's getting cold.

[TreyKincaide]

Oh yeah, White Witch. She made it constantly winter. Wonderful.

"After you madame. I'd be more that happy to bring up the rear."

And give me a chance to shift shadow when this turns sour.

[Wired*Nun]

She passes under snow-laden trees to her palace of winter. Her guards are warmly dressed and fat, but there are shivering peasants crying for food along the side of the road. She ignores them and head in the gates.

[TreyKincaide]

She pays her subjects no end of attention. Disgusting. Well you're on this ride and lets see where this train goes.

Landon follows wondering if this unending day could get worse.

At least a bunch of kids will eventually over throw her.

[Wired*Nun]

She conducts you into the courtyard, then into the palace. Taking Edwin by the hand, she leads him inside to a warm room and a sumptuously set table. All manner of food is here, and Edwin starts eating noisily. She sits down and starts eating, delicately, indicating Landon should do so as well. "So, what brings such a valiant knight to my neck of the woods?," she asks.

[TreyKincaide]

Landon sits down and puts those numerous lessons of etiquette to good use. "Well, Madame I seem to be quite lost to tell the truth of it. I count myself lucky in that I have stumbled into such fine company as yourself."

Landon continues to blather on making innuedo. However, he attempts to convince the White Witch through his speech that he is an educated nitwit in hopes that she'll underestimate him.

[Wired*Nun]

The food is fabulous, wonderful, better than anything he's ever tasted. In fact, he just can't stop eating. When he is so full he can hardly stand it, a waiter brings in a big bowl of soup. Although he is ready to pop, he can hardly stop himself, but interestingly, the more soup he eats, the less hungry he feels. Good! Because now he can do it all over again, and he commmences eating again. Edwin is doing the same, and the White Witch's absence sometime during the meal goes unnoticed by either male.

[TreyKincaide]

Wasn't there something I should be doing? Who cares? This food is so good. Wait a minute. This isn't right. I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't stop eating. Concentrate. Bring Pattern Defense up. Maybe you can stop eating and get to the bottom of this. Ummm...food... No, try damnit.

((When I edit posts, I'm not sure how to stop italicized text so Landon's going to try to do what he's thinking.))

[Wired*Nun]

[Just select the text, hit the I, it will un-italicise it.]

Landon brings his Pattern Defense to mind, and he is free of the compulsion. He also sees the bowls are filled with nothing but fluffy snowflakes, and his mouth is almost frostbitten.

Arthur continues to gobble away, as does Edwin.

[TreyKincaide]

Landon blinks and puts his hand to mouth and exhales a couple of times to try to warm himself.

Bitch. She doesn't know who's she's messing with. Can't have this. Better dispell the effect on Arthur so we can find out where she ran off to.

Landon attempts to use his defensive spell on Arthur and Edwin, if possible, to remove the compulsion. Should that succeed, he and Arthur will track down where the White Witch has gotten to. Otherwise, he'll try to find the White Witch himself.

[Wired*Nun]

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[TreyKincaide]

Landon Summons the Sign of the Pattern to examine the spell upon Arthur in hopes of unraveling it.

[Wired*Nun]

Not a real problem, this magic is fairly basic. He unravels the spell on Arthur in a few minutes. If he wants to, he can do the same with Edwin.

[TreyKincaide]

Just call me Azlin. Let's just hope that I don't get skinned like the Lion did. Can't leave the kid muddled as he is. Story book or not, this isn't cool. Besides, maybe in this tale it's a remarkably good looking fellow that clears Edwin's head. Maybe by playing fairy tale hero, I can get the hell outa this place.

Landon repeats the process on Edwin.

[Wired*Nun]

He looks up at Landon, saying, "Oh my, that was funny. I just couldn't stop eating. Hullo, my name's Edwin, pleased to meet you sir. Do you know the way back to my room? I came here through my wardrobe. I know that doesn't make much sense, but it's true." He looks around. "Hullo, those fellows are coming for us, I think, we had better run."

What the boy says it true. Arthur's hackles are up and he is growling, and Landon can see that a troupe of a dozen or more guardsmen are coming into the dining room and heading for the three.

[TreyKincaide]

Landon grabs Edwin and bolts the opposite direction. As he's running he answers, "Your arrival here makes perfect sense. Unfortunately, I don't know the way back." Landon mutters "I don't remember that part of the story."

Landon orders Arthur, "Lead the way, my friend. Find the Witch so that I can show my respects for her wonderful hospitality."

[Wired*Nun]

Arthur dashes off towards the interior of the castle, Landon following with Edwin's hand firmly in his. A moment later he has the White Witch cornered in her bedroom, hiding behind her covers and saying, "Nice doggie, nice doggie." She is holding out a bit of Turkish Delight for Arthur.

[TreyKincaide]

Landon comes to a stop with a grin on his face. He turns to Edwin, "Please cover your ears with your hands. They are quite red and I'm afraid they're in danger of being frostbitten. I can tell you that's no fun at all."

He turns to the White Witch. "There are some things children shouldn't hear. You have inconvienced me, but even worse you're causing me to resort to measures that are beneath me. For that, you will call off your guards and answer every question that I pose before you starting with information about this Cymaq fellow and how I leave this place. If you merely twitch, and I think you're trying cast your petty sorceries, Arthur will not hestitate to rip your throat out. Funny thing about canines, you see, I won't even have to speak. They read body language thus freeing me to dispell anything you attempt to do. How much is your life worth to you, Madame?"

[Wired*Nun]

"Ummm...whatever I have, of course. What do you want to know? I don't know who any Cymaq is, or what that means." Landon thinks she is telling the truth, for the moment, anyhow.

[TreyKincaide]

"How do I get out of here, and by that, I don't mean your castle I mean this place. What did you plan to do to me under your power? Feel free to volunteer anything's that pertinent that I should know. I'll know if you lie, and respond accordingly."

[Wired*Nun]

"How to get out of where? I have the whole of the land in thrall to Winter. I know there must be Someplace Else because this boy came from there, but I don't know where it is. I planned to do to you what I do to everyone, enslave them, and have them serve me. What else is power for?"

[TreyKincaide]

"I could answer that, but I have better things to do than argue semantics and historical abuses of power with you. Stand, you're coming with us until I decide otherwise. I'm sure that you'd be more than happy to give me your word that the boy and I would walk out of here unmolested; however, I am, at this time, disinclined to accept it. Any tricks and Arthur dines on something heartier than Turkish Delight tonight. That is to say I don't reach you first and snap your, albeit fetching, neck like a twig."

I could just go. Take five steps and be in a different shadow. If it weren't for the kid, I wouldn't still be here. Real or not, Kid doesn't deserve this. Nothing like a children's story to bring out one's sense of morality. I knew there was a reason I never cared for the series.

[Wired*Nun]

[? What next?]

[TreyKincaide]

Landon and company marches out of the castle with the White Witch in tow. He appropriates her carriage and lets her walk beside never out of reach. After getting safely away he leaves the witch behind in the middle of a glade.

"Enjoy your walk Madame." he says as he spurrs the horses to a full out gallop.

Gotta find somewhere that I can drop off the kid before moving on. Wouldn't do to Shadow Shift with him in tow. That'd be cruel. Besides, maybe I've been going about this whole thing in the wrong manner. If England that Edwin's from is another shadow and the warddrobe is a tear, it'll get me closer to Shadow Earth. I'll only need to mess with time, take the Concorde, and I'll be home. Now, how did the kids get home again. Think as we ride.

[Wired*Nun]

[OK...keep going...is there something you need me for?]

[Wired*Nun]

Landon and Edwin gallop off into the woods, the sleigh's runners swishing over the snow with a delightful sound. A few minutes later, they slow to a trot. It doesn't look like anyone is pursuing.

[TreyKincaide]

All right that's done with.

Landon goes on to the nearest village and drops Edwin off. "I'm sure you'll find both your friends and the way home. These things have a way of working out, dontcha know." He continues on out of town before pulling up on the reins and comes to a halt.

I have some options. One, I can continue to shift shadow, but we've seen how effective that's been. Two, I could follow the story out and see if the England through the wardrobe is another shadow. Most likely, it's the same or I'd run into Mary Poppins. Three. I might not be in other places at all. It's possible that I'm in Shadows of images drawn by people like Admundson. Rather than shifting shadow where I want to be, I'm shifting in between these trumps. Four, I'm right off my rocker and locked away in a loony bin somewhere.

Well, let's discount the fourth option for the time being. I've tried almost every conventional method at my disposal. Sorcery will be of no help. So option one is right out. So. Let's test option 3 as unlikely as it may be.

Landon brings his pattern lens to mind and begins looking at stuff of the shadow itself. Should that prove useless, he pulls out the Trump lens and looks at things through it.

((I might be completely off track, if so I'll try something else.))

[Wired*Nun]

The shadow itself seems to be no different than any other shadow. The lens reveals nothing else either.

[Wired*Nun]

[Clues didn't help? Or you waiting for me to come back?]

[TreyKincaide]

Landon sits in the carriage stroking his chin and pondering.

Okay. No dice. Let's see what I know so far and go from there before blindly trying anything else. Trump isn't blocked. It's being diverted. Regardless, Trump sputters out after using it for a time. I'm having difficulty traveling through shadow. Usually, when I picture a car and walk to it, I don't need to worry about the laws of a particular shadow as I place something in my path and walk through shadow to get where I'm going. Shadow walking 101. This doesn't seem to be the case.

So, what do these Shadows have in common? Personified animals. No Humans in any of the Shadows except Narnia. Human adults in Narnia were villains. In most personified animal stories if a human was there they were the villains. Animal Farm being one. So, if I have to bend to the rules of these shadows I need....what do I need?

Landon's eyes come to rest on his faithful companion, Arthur.

I need an animal that thinks like a man. I don't know if Arthur is too real for this to work, but it's worth a try.

Landon starts shifting shadow, not going anywhere in particular merely trying to shift shadow to alter Arthur so that he fits to the theme.

"Any suggestions my good friend?"

[Wired*Nun]

Arthur stands up on two legs, acquiring a cape, deerstalker cap, and meerschaum pipe. "Well, Landon, eliminate the impossible and what we have left, must be the truth. So what do we have here? Storybook places? We went from one storybook place to another without difficulty. One had a witch and winter, one had animals dressed and acting as humans, and one had a small mechanical car. When you changed to a winter theme, you changed paradigms, and suddenly there were witches and normal horses. I suspect you could have found a horse in the Narnia shadow. Now we must be in a shadow where animals can talk, wear clothes, and smoke pipes, because I have one! So what does that tell us so far?"

[TreyKincaide]

Why does Arthur remind me of my third year law professor at Cambridge?

"It tells us, my friend that the devil is in the details. The pipe, incidently, I thought was a nice touch. Seriously, though, it tells us that the rules of these Shadows can't be ignored, but Shadow walking is working better than I previously thought." Landon replies.

[Wired*Nun]

"Preeee-cisely! Therefore, using the tools you have, and the rules we have inferred, you should be able to shift shadow to escape from this shadow complex. Just remember, that as soon as you shift, I may just be ordinary old Arthur again!"

[TreyKincaide]

"Well, my friend you'll be what I gauge my progress by. I'll try to keep you as you are for as long as possible, but when that happens so be it. No time like the present."

Landon starts shifting shadow keeping details in mind. He goes very slowly and adds and subtracts only those things that would be approriate to a storybook shadow. He makes sure to make the carriage and arthur are appropriate to whatever shadow he's in.

[Wired*Nun]

The shadows shift as winter fades. The sleigh becomes a carriage, and the land becomes more Amber-like. Coming out of a magnificent old-growth forest, he sees the ruins of an enourmous, turreted castle reminiscent of the Disneyland Flora took him to when he was a child. It also bears strong resemblences to Castle Amber. One tower is still pristine and undamaged. While he doesn't see any dragons wrapped around it, he does see dark man-shapes watching from the tops of the walls and piles of rubble.

Arthur has become evern less doglike than before - almost human in fact, and has retained his accoutrements, but he looks at the pipe as if it an alien thing. He rubs his nose and says, "I don't smell so good anymore. I don't hear so good either. What's going on, boss?"

[TreyKincaide]

"I'm not sure. This is a new one for me too. Dunno if I ever read this story. You're awfully human like. If you're any indication of what we can expect from the locals we might be farther from Earth than I thought." Landon says as he puts his hand above his eyes to block out glare. He squints trying to make out the man-shapes he sees behind the piles of rubble.

"We can either stay here to see if they're friendly or we can press on making you more dog like as we go. Do you think you can still hear and smell better than I? If so we can get a little closer to see what we can see." Landon says while glancing at his friend.

[Wired*Nun]

"I don't think I can hear or smell any better than you. I think I am like you now. I like having paws like this," - he wiggles his fingers - "but that's about all. I wonder what kind of storybook we are in now. I always liked listening to stories. Maybe this is like one of those stories where there is a princess locked in the tower, and you can be the valiant knight, come to rescue her! Or maybe its a wizard in the tower like Saruman, and you could overthrow him. Hey, I'm hungry, do you have any of that witch-stuff any more? Maybe there is food up there?"

[TreyKincaide]

Great. My dog is now a kobold.

Landon sighs "I suppose if there's a princess to be saved she'd be more than rewarding. Regardless, I'm feeling hungry as well. The witch's fare was hardly sustaining. Perhaps there's something in that tower that'll help our journey go quicker. If anything happens I'll deal with it. You're hardly in a position to. I'm not sure how ingrained tool use will be for you."

Landon starts walking up the side of the hill slowly watching for signs of ambush.

[Wired*Nun]

As he approaches the ruins, the figures resolve themselves into the shapes of men. They appear to be carrying spears or javelins, and are not hiding, but rather, are watching Landon come toward them.

[TreyKincaide]

At least they're not orcs. Hmmm...spearmen. Either poor men or guards meant to break a calvary charge. They don't seem to wish to ambush me. Either they're confident of their position or not hostile.

Landon stops and holds up his hands in a nonthreatening manner before shouting "Ho there! Men of the keep! I am a lost traveler looking for a bit of food for both me and my companion. If hospitality is not offered I will be more than happy to move on for I desire no quarrel this day."

Landon waits either for an entourage to meet him or a welcome to proceed further before advancing on.

[Wired*Nun]

One of the warriors jumps down from the wall...a good 20 feet. He lands on his feet in a crouch, then straightens and walks confidently toward Landon. He is wearing leathers, dyed black, with rough woven red garments underneath, and holds under one arm an ancient helm that reminds him of...somewhere. The man looks blandly at Arthur, who has his hackles up and emitting a low growl. "This is not an ordinary man," says Arthur.

The man looks down at Arthur first, then hands Landon his spear. This is so unexpected that Landon simply takes it from him, as the man crouches down to look Arthur in the eye, from arm's length. The man says something, seemingly to Arthur, in a canine speech, but it is too different to understand. Arthur quiets, turns to Landon and says, "He says that perhaps he is not a man at all."

The man stands back up, holds out his hand for his spear. He has long, shaggy hair and a light beard, for he is young. "I am Farrag, and I am Watch Commander today." The man's Thari is different, using older forms that Landon has heard the elders use, or read in old books.

"Welcome to Castle Amber."

[TreyKincaide]

Landon hands the spear back to its owner and tries not to choke. "A..Amber you say? I have crossed many a field and water, so I thank you for naming this place."

Hmmm...I'm in a shadow of Amber that seems fairly close. Although it's a matter for concern that this gentleman's Thari is better than mine. I wonder if there's a Pattern here.

"The title of beggar rests uneasily upon me and if I can do anything to earn a meal, please set me to task," Landon explains. "Otherwise perhaps over a spot of dinner you can tell me of this place and the story of it. I was told in my youth by a passing merchant that all roads lead to Amber but I'm taken aback as I never believed I'd lay eyes on this fabled castle."

[Wired*Nun]

"No man is a beggar unless he makes himself so. You and Arkh'tur can share a meal with us, and you can tell us how and why you have come to this Unicorn-forsaken place." He seems to be watching Landon closely, as if hoping for something.

He leads Landon and Arthur through a door in the wall. The place looks like it has been maintained, with little skill, by piling up rubble to fill in holes in the wall. The whole place looks as if it has been hit by periodic earthquakes. They walk up an hundred yards or so, in the direction of the one pristine tower, to a courtyard outfitted as an armory and guard-camp. The others Landon sees are cut from a similar mold as Farrag, some older, some younger. None are too old or very young. They all have spears, in good repair, and clothing similar to Farrags, made in the same way, like a kind of uniform. A dozen or so are engaged in various pursuits in the courtyard, cleaning and sharpening weapons, practicing at arms. There is a cook, setting up a meal of roasted deer, and an armorer, working on a shield. Most of them look rather bored. They all look with intense curiosity at the pair, but are trying not to be rude by staring.

The sun is starting to head downward, and the wind is picking up. Looking over the part of the ruin that he can see, Landon observes watchfires appear in various places around the castle. Soon, a fire is also going in a pit, and stools and seats of various sorts are brought out. Seated in front of the fire, the double handful of men sit and eat a dinner of venison, barely cooked, in large portions. The men wolf down their first serving, then eat more leisurely the seconds and thirds. They seem to have large appetites. They give Landon and Arthur as much as they like. A vegetable stew accompanies the meat, spiced with herbs, and beer in mugs from a keg nearby.

The wind begins to howl mournfully, and clouds cover the sky as they are finishing up. As the cook picks up the plates, Farrag gestures to Landon. "Tell us your name, your lineage, and your story, and we shall tell you ours." This has the something of the feel of ritual phrasing.

[TreyKincaide]

Landon leans back in his seat filling the pipe Arthur had before and enjoys a good smoke after a hearty meal. "For your hospitality the least I owe you is a good story. My name is Landon Delacourte. I'm unsure of my lineage as I'm a foundling. I was raised in an orphanage until adopted by a proper lady who in all regards couldn't have treated me better. My story begins with a party that seems a lifetime ago..."

Landon continues on and tells the tale much as it happened. He leaves out specifics and embellishes only slightly for entertainment purposes. He takes care to appear ignorant of how he arrived to this place and genuinely greatful to see a friendly face and partake of this generous hospitality.

[Wired*Nun]

Farrag looks disappointed, and somewhat angry. He begins speaking to Arthur instead of Landon. Landon can only understand Arthur' side of the conversation.

"ruoh;ojh;jnj;ser;p,o,'a[p?"

"I don't know. Maybe you should ask him, not me."

"ribhasvj;lkmk/; popmpopun qpipit;diq'tpm ''pomw'pm'"

"Just because we speak a common tongue doesn't mean you know me, garrow."

"ncoN NCCMIU./qlp; BEKQPPX.,Moljhksolqwdmkp qliijqrlic loleqmnmamizj2 ecbwbwkm,fmijoilokfo."

"I am not his servant or slave, he is my pack. As you well know, the strongest leads the pack, that is the way of things."

"n8bbn,xlpolpwuygfmxfaio;gnmbvsty dhuiwekah afsioq safds5rqiep[p.d"

"I am sure he does not understand your customs or your mores, or your version of honor. I am sure he has his reasons."

[TreyKincaide]

Landon sits there and dumps out his pipe. He frowns but does not deign to speak until addressed once more taking the oppurtunity to try to size up Farrag and the rest of his rag tag band. He subtly glances around trying to find a tactically advantageous position should their hospitality turn sour.

[Wired*Nun]

Farrag remains suspicious, for some reason, but the conversation seems to mollify him. He gestures at one of the men. Landon remembers that it is the armorer. He begins speaking.

"We are Arrag's Guard, we who have been set to watch over the Castle of Amber and its inhabitant. This is our ancient charge. We are Guardsmen, as our fathers before us, and their fathers before them, all the way back to the golden time of Arrag's rule. In those days, our forefathers were the guardians of the people, the enforcers of the King's justice, and the protectors of the realm against all who threatened."

"But one day, after Arrag had gone away, the usurper, Korum the sorcerer, came, and roused the people against us, accusing us of doing away with King Arrag, and taking the crown for himself. We were caught on the thorns of the fence, for how could we protect the people by killing them? How could we defend Arrag's rule, with no Arrag?"

"We went into exile, then, leaving the people with the king they wanted, but always we watched. The realm declined under Korum's rule, and the people became poor, and miserable. After nineteen years, the Guards decided to set things right."

"Two hundred Guardsmen and sons, hardened by life in the wild lands and determined to defeat Korum, left their wives and children, and attacked the castle by night. The opressors there, fat with corruption and ease, were meat upon our table. Only Korum himself did us battle, a battle such as the world had never seen. Forty-seven Guardsmen fell that day, but we brought down Korum and killed his brood."

"But as he died, Korum laid a curse upon the land, and the people waned, and grew sick, and fled. The ground shook, and the walls fell. Only we Guardsmen are able to withstand the curse, though we keep our women away, in safer places. Only we Guardsmen remain, waiting for King Arrag, or his son, or son of a son, to return." This adds the ring of finality to the story.

Farrag takes over speaking then. "When we saw you coming, we thought you might be the one to lift the curse, for thus saith the Mad Prophet Torkig, 'And the deliverer shall come as kin, but not, with one of the People, having lost his Way.' No one has visited this place in my lifetime." He stares at Landon intensely, and the clouds begin to break. The moonlight puts a strange glow into his eyes, and his features contain fear, and hope, and longing.

"You have lost your Way, you say, and you know not your lineage. You tell the story of orphanage and wealth beyond imagining, like a King." Farrag leans over and seizes Landon's shoulders in a powerful grip, and shakes him gently, looking into his face, ignoring a warning growl from Arthur. "Could you be a descendant of Arrag? Could you be he? I must know!"

[TreyKincaide]

Landon looks deeply into Farrag's eyes.

Shadows of shadows. Not the first time I've stumbled across something of this nature. I am most certainly not what they wish, but they seem to be a viable resource. I am not above using them for my own means.

Landon appears pensive and questions, "Who is this sole inhabitant that you have pledged your lives too? What is the nature of the curse that the foul sorceror laid upon this land?"

[Wired*Nun]

He looks puzzled. "The curse I have described to you. It brings sickness and death to all who live here, save us of the Guard. The One on the Tower is the daughter of King Arrag, lying asleep these two centuries. She is still protected by the power of King Arrag, and even Korum was not able to take her for himself. Only a son of Arrag can break the spell, awaken her from her sleep, and lift the curse upon this land. Now I ask you again: Are you he? Or could you be?"

[TreyKincaide]

I suppose it's time to play the dashing hero. I should be more than a match for any sorcery that this Arrag could have cast.

"Honestly, I don't know Farrag. I'll do whatever is in my power, however, to see that this blight is removed from fabled land," Landon replies and stands. "If my life is the cost of your hospitality, well, I consider myself a gentleman of honor and would gladly pay it."

Without further ado Landon stands and begins walking to the Tower proper. He Summons the Sign of the Pattern to be able to study whatever enchantments might be in place.

It should be a simple matter of unraveling.

He slowly attempts to enter the Tower and begins looking for this fabled princess.

[Wired*Nun]

Farrag gapes at Landon's audacity. "Landon...you are truly a brave man. I will tell you this: It is said the ghost of Korum haunts the tower still, ever trying to break in past Arrag's wards. If you are a man of daylight, do not go there at night. Garrow have no fear of night, but even we desire no truck with evil spirits. Rest first, go in the light, and we will aid you in your attempt."

[TreyKincaide]

"As you wish."

Landon relents mometarily from his current pursuit and rests the night.

[Wired*Nun]

Landon gets a good night's sleep, with Arthur sleeping fitfully against him. Nothing disturbs him, except the quiet words of the Guardsmen as they change shifts.

The next morning dawns clear and cold. Landon's breath steams, and Arthur takes a sniff around the camp, asking for bone to chew from the cook. "Here you go, little brother," he says as he tosses Arthur a haunch with a lot of meat on it. Breakfast is more meat, porridge, and tea.

After the meal, nine men assemble themselves with Farrag. All look tough and ready.

"We will guide you up to the tower, and guard your path of retreat should you need it." Farrag turns and lopes lightly upward, the others following. Soon, they reach the base of the one tower standing. He gestures toward a door, and two of the men pry off a plank that had been nailed across it. Farrag himself opens the door, and looks inside. There is a spiral staircase, turning clockwise and up.

"We cannot enter. It is part of the spell. Perhaps Korum laid it on the place against us, or perhaps even Arrag did not trust his Guard with his daughter. Perhaps...perhaps there is something more, but I do not know."

He gestures Landon to go in. "We will be waiting."

[TreyKincaide]

Landon draws an uneasy breath and prepares himself before going onward.

Here's hoping shadow sorcery isn't what it used to be. Well, you wanted excitement and now you've gotten it. Rest and food was more important, but I can't help wishing I had a bit more spells prepared. Oh well, there's still the two left for emergencies. Here's to being a hero. I wonder who these people are shadows of. Korum is probably the analog of Corwin. Don't know who this Arrag could be--maybe Eric.

Landon steals himself and summons the sign before stepping through the door.

If all else fails I can use the Pattern to defend myself. Why didn't I just tell them that Flora's my mother? I just hope no one from the family has personal interests here.

He begins transversing the staircase not without a small degree of trepidation.

[Wired*Nun]

It is cold as a tomb inside the tower, but at least the wind is still sealed outside by intact glass in the windows. Up seven turns, finally he finds a door at the top.

The lens shows him an energy laid on the tower, in a complex form of Pattern - real, not broken. It binds the stones together, and seals the doorway. It is not sorcery. The door is also physically locked.

[TreyKincaide]

Hold up here. That's not right. Someone real is responsible for this. Someone in my adopted family.

Landon comes to a stop, and peers at the doorway before him. He exhales momentarily distracted by the sight of his breath and the bone chilling eeriness of his surroundings.

I don't know if I should be interfering in someone else's bailiwick. That's the quickest way to turn up dead. What would Flora do? Dumbass, Flora would never have been in this situation. Still I'm here. I suppose I can make gestures of trying and be a bit more truthful with Farrag and the others when I fail. I don't know about the Pattern warding, but the locked door should prove little difficulty. Finesse first and brute strength failing that.

Landon searches about his person for something that could possibly function as a crude lockpick. He eases his way towards the door ever concious of the ward hoping that he isn't struck down for his presumptiousness. He glances over his shoulder almost believing that some elder Amberite will appear out of the shadows catching his hand in the cookie jar. He turns his thoughts back to the door and the tasks at hand. His eyes stray from the lock to the bound stones as he applies his makeshift instrument to the locking tumblers.

[Wired*Nun]

No dice. The physical lock is not a simple one. Watching through his Pattern lens, the ward does not seem to react to his physical probing. It does flare up when the lens gets close to the door.

[TreyKincaide]

Crap. Well, time to do things the hard way. This is going to sting.

Landon steps back to get plenty of room and once again glances over his shoulder to chase imagined phantoms away. He begins running towards the door bearing his shoulder low.

Great plan genius. Here we go....

[Wired*Nun]

The door booms, but doesn't give...yes, it hurt. The Pattern ward delivers him quite a shock, as well.

As he is lying on the floor, dazed, he receives a trump contact. Faint and weak, he sees the image of a pale, dark-haired girl, still as death. "Father...help me..." then it fades.

[TreyKincaide]

"Uggggh...."

Anyone get the number of that truck? Who the fuck was that?

Head swimming, Landon tries to get to his feet.

All right, this is going to take bit more thought. Okay. I don't know how long I might have been out or how long until night. Regardless, let's take a closer look at both the ward and the door lock itself.

"What could have my relative, most likely Eric, been thinking?" Landon asks aloud as he gets back to his feet groaning from the pain. "Why in the Unicorn's name would he go so such lengths to put his daughter in stasis? One last go and then it's time to break the news to the troops below."

No guardian. Just a door and a ward. I have the key to neither. I could shadow shift somewhere without a ward and shift back. Somehow I doubt that would work.

Landon shines a torch to areas around the top hoping to find some bit of writing or script anything to give him an idea of how to get around this ward.

[Wired*Nun]

[Are you really going to give up so easily? I hope not. Aren't you a sorcerer, and of the Blood?]

[TreyKincaide]

[No, I'm not giving up. Landon's just trying to gather a bit more information before plunging blindly giving himself a bit of a breather after almost dislocating his shoulder and getting the bejebus shocked outa him. He understands that whoever set the ward is an Amberite. He's being cautious before sitting and designing an unlocking spell for the door. There are many different things that he could try (The player isn't giving up...): zooching the door, designing a knock spell, using pattern defense to try to force past the ward, etc. He's just trying to observe his surroundings as much as he can to make a plan. In any case, any solutions coming to mind are time consuming and he figures he has one shot before nightfall. Landon's faults lie in that he over thinks things as those inclined towards intrique are apt to do.]

[Wired*Nun]

[Okie dokie.]

[TreyKincaide]

[Should I go ahead and post again or.... =) ]

[Wired*Nun]

[Well, I am not sure what to tell you...does this help?]

Landon doesn't find anything to help him defeat the wards. It occurs to him that whoever set them, probably knew how to defeat them, and probably expected to be coming back himself.

[TreyKincaide]

So, I have a locked door and a ward guarding said door. This is going to be tricky. Plan. Plan. Plan. First I need to devise a spell to unlock the door. What lynchpins do I need? At least a few to time the casting right. Then I'll have a prepared spell that I won't have been able to test. Let's hope I'm as good as I think I am. Blowing myself up will certainly put an end to this outing. Keeping the Pattern lens in mind shift shadow to as near a shadow as possible that the ward doesn't exist. Begin casting the spell as I shift back hoping to time it just right that I can slip the untried spell beneath the ward. There a lot of ifs this plan. If the spell doesn't kill me, if I can time it right, if the ward goes down when the door opens....ugh. Oh well. If nothing happens, I guess I can use the corrupted Trump/Pattern lens to look for a flaw.

Landon sets to working on the tasks he has planned.

((Since Landon's plan is complicated, I've leaving you room to break in at any time.))

[Wired*Nun]

[Probably best if you design an "unlock" spell, keep in on file. This is a PC responsibility. It would have MoS, Target Lock, not sure what else you might want. If you need precise timing, an "execute" lynchpin is a good idea, usually a gesture, but it could be a short word. You could test it on some other lock, of course, especially if you intend to leave this shadow. Shifting shadow beyond MP also requires movement, of course. It is also possible to hang multiple copies of the same spell on the Pattern, as long as you don't exceed 12. Get back to me and we will continue.]

[TreyKincaide]

Landon sits down and begins devising the spell. He starts weaving the arcane art twice each leaving out lynchpins for Magic of Shadow, Target Lock, and Type of Lock hanging them in his Pattern lens. He stands, begins walking, and subtracts the ward to get to a nearby shadow where he's in a room with a locked door. He then tries out the spell on the locked door to see if the spell works the way he believes it will and to see how long the spell actually takes to cast.

If everything to this point is as it should be in Landon's estimation, he begins walking back and forth between the two shadows a few times to try to get down the timing. Finally, after a lot preparation when Landon believes he's ready he begins the Knocking Spell timing his steps as he's shifting shadow hoping to slip the spell underneath the ward before he fully strides in and the ward is in place.

[Wired*Nun]

Preparation pays off as everything works as planned. A few leg cramps from walking up and down the stairs (the only option really) and the door pops open without difficulty.

The Pattern-ward is still up, however.

Through the open door he sees a large bedroom, which occupies the whole of the top of the tower, about forty feet across. Against the far wall he can see a bed, with a human shape beneath the red bedclothes.Dust hangs in the air from the opening of the door; the door left a visible mark where it pushed away more than a half-inch of dust on the floor. There are no other tracks or indications that anything has disturbed the dust for...well, a long time.

[TreyKincaide]

Landon sighs happily glad the effort payed off.

Okay, step one accomplished. Righto. Seems the ward wasn't made to stop others of the Blood completely. I'm not that good of a sorceror.

Landon leaving the Sign of the Pattern up in his mind tries to determine if the ward extends past the opening into the room itself.

If the ward does not, Landon walks back down the stairs and shifts to his favorite nearby shadow. There he walks into the room and shifts back as he crosses the 40ft room.

If the ward does extend, however, Landon's going to have to find another way. He starts by pulling out the Trump Lens and looks at the ward through it to see what he can see.

[Wired*Nun]

The ward appears to enclose the room, and parts of the tower as well. It is probably what is keeping the tower intact in the face of age and deterioration.

The lens shows nothing different.

[TreyKincaide]

Hmmm...can't shadow walk into the room. If I destroy or neutralize the ward, the tower collapses. I can get around the castle killing us both if I can get to her fast enough. Magic can apparently go through the ward if done correctly. I suppose if I take the time to rack another spell, I can teleport inside. Not sure if I'll get obliterated or get stuck in stasis, though. If this ward was put in place by sorcery, I could probably unravel it if I determine it's order. I'm close; I know it. Just gotta get around this damn ward. Just gotta find the key.

Landon thinks as he considers his options. Landon begins to see there if there is any certain sorcerous order to the ward so that he might be able to unravel the spell. Always check easiest options first.

If there is, he dispels the magic, sprints to the bed, grabs the girl, and teleports to somewhere nearby that he can stylishly appear girl in arms from out of the trees as the guards cry in horror as the castle falls only to realize that Landon and her are both alive.

((Otherwise, get back to me and I'll try my next option.))

[Wired*Nun]

After an extended examination of the ward, Landon determines that there is no sorcerous component to it. He has heard Flora refer to more advanced Pattern powers; perhaps this is one of them. So, there is no sorcerous method to removing the ward that he can see. [Sorry. Another simple but not easy nor obvious puzzle.]

[TreyKincaide]

Hmmm...no sorcery. This ward is done with out the use of sorcery it seems. The means of both making or destroying it is well beyond my grasp. I've been able to slip through once. It's a ward of Pattern. Pattern. Maybe I can 'walk' it.

Landon sits down and stares at the Pattern ward through his lens. If a beginning to the bit of Pattern this ward is made of isn't obvious, Landon picks a point. He concentrates and trys to mentally 'walk' the ward. He imagines he's on the Pattern itself and applies that memory that was burned into him to the present situation.

[Wired*Nun]

His consciousness fades and turns inwards, as he sees himself floating under, over and through some kind of twisted mobius representation of the Pattern. There is no resistance, not memory tricks, nor the other sensations of walking the Patter. Once, twice, thrice he moves through the maze, subtly different each time. On the fourth circuit, he finds himself floating at the center of the web.


[Damn, I had a much longer and more elaborate post, but explorer crashed when I hit "save." I need to remember to copy each long post before I do that, just in case.]

[Bravo, one of the two known solutions! If he can complete the task...]

[TreyKincaide]

Now this is surreal. Okay. So far, so good. If the analogy of the Pattern holds, then I should be able to wish myself where I want to go.

Landon concentrates on the image of the girl he saw from the Trump connection and the form on the bed hoping that it'll take him there.

[Wired*Nun]

Voila! Landon appears inside the room, standing atop the soft bed. Good thing he is an Amberite, and he hops lightly down before he falls.

Arthur wuffs and whines as his master diasappears and reappears in front of his eyes. "You ok, boss?" he asks. "Should I come in yet?"

Dust billows up from the disturbing of the bedcovers and the floor. Landon sneezes. Arthur sneezes. They both sneeze in unison. It's really dusty. Arthur keeps sneezing periodically.

The girl on the bed looks like this http://tgv.online-roleplaying.com/forums/showpost.php?p=72839&postcount=13

She appears to be sleeping. Her breathing is so slow that he cannot see the rise and fall of her chest, but her mouth and nose are free of dust, unlike the rest of her.

[TreyKincaide]

[ This is certainly an interesting development. LOL. ]

If I was as old and paranoid as Eric, assuming, probably was, family relations are the last people I'd want getting ahold of my daughter. I don't understand why his ward allowed anyone with Pattern to go through it. I don't know what's going on here...

Landon looks around with his Pattern lens to see if the ward is still in place. He answers Arthur in the affirmative if the ward is down, negative otherwise. Either way, he looks to his canine companion, "Any ideas on how I should awaken my sleeping relative?"

[Wired*Nun]

Yes, the ward is still in place.

Arthur cocks his head. "Well, in the storybooks, the prince always kisses the sleeping beauty..."

[TreyKincaide]

"Yes, I know. I had hoped that I wouldn't have had to resort to incestuous gestures, though. I also wondered how likely she'll be to wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Oh well. When in Amber...." Landon replies to his companion allowing his voice to trail off as he prepares himself to vamoos should this turn out poorly. He bends down and kisses the sleeping girl before him, and then takes a step backwards.

[Wired*Nun]

Her eyelids flutter...

[all yours, chalice]

[chalice]

Her eyelids flutter...

[all yours, chalice]...and a faint smile touches her lips, softening her gaunt features just for a moment, as she opens wide grey eyes and looks about wonderingly. She sits up, brushing dust from what must have once been a pristine white nightgown but now bears an unfortunate resemblanceto a shroud.

"Father...?"

As she focuses on Landon, the happiness dies abruptly, chased by a look of outright fear, then a kind of dumb resignation.

"Are you here to kill me?"

She sounds more...curious...than anything else.

[TreyKincaide]

Landon, somewhat taken a back by her tone concerning her own death, stumbles for about half a second before answering, "No, the notion is positively inconceivable. If I was capable of committing such a heinous act upon a beautiful young lady such as yourself, I would hope I would have more sense than waking you first. However, as I am not capable of such an atrocious deed you have nothing to fear. Let me introduce myself; I am Landon. I would hope that I wouldn't be considered overly bold for asking for the pleasure of your name and how you came into these present circumstances."

[chalice]

"Landon...I don't know you, do I?"

I'm sure I don't. Almost sure.

"My name is Agraynel.

"Or just 'Gray, if you prefer. That's what father always-" she bites her lip.

"He's dead, isn't he? I mean, he didn't send you...?" her voice trails off, and she makes a visible effort to continue.

"I'm sorry - you want answers, and I'll give them gladly. But..please...could we go...somewhere else?"

She looks around the room, and shivers.

"I hate it here."

[TreyKincaide]

"Believe me madam, if I'd the pleasure of your company prior I would certainly remember the treasured occasion. If by father, you mean Eric? It was my assumption from what I've gathered thus far, and you know what they say about dangers in making assumptions," Landon replies and pauses a moment for continuing.

Hmmm...need to break this gently. I don't know much about Eric except that he was King for a time that sacrificed his life and his curse protecting Amber from the forces of Chaos.

"Unfortunately, I'm simply a lost traveler who happened upon this place through either chance or design not of my understanding. I hate to bear you this news, but Eric sacrificed both his life and his Blood Curse defending Amber from the forces of Chaos."

"As far as leaving...." Landon trails off. "After you miss."

[chalice]

Agraynel flinches visibly at the words Blood Curse.

"Amber - Amber is safe now? The war is over?"

As if it matters anymore...

"You assume rightly. My father is - was-" she corrects herself deliberately - "Eric of Amber. My mother, the Lady Vivien.

"Father said he would come back for me, once the war was over. When he had time to seek a cure. He said it would be just a little while. Just like going to sleep."

She shivers again. "But it wasn't."

She looks around again, more awake now, taking in the full details of her surroundings, then looking more closely at Landon.

"You look like Family." Suspicion is suddenly sharp in her eyes and voice, and she struggles to get out of the tangled bedcovers and to her feet.

Looking distinctly unsteady, she backs towards the door.

[TreyKincaide]

Landon looks visibly pained and sighs, "Your expression cuts me to the quick. Alas, that such we are such a miserable lot that a word that is cherished throughout Shadow bears so much venom and blood. I daresay that you would be sleeping forever if someone bearing that most horrible of labels never came calling. I am Flora's."

Perhaps Eric keyed the wards to his allies in the family. Yes, that must be the reason. He'd know that Flora would never pose him threat.

[chalice]

Agraynel looks ashamed.

"I am sorry, Landon. It's just that I have been seeing monsters in the shadows for so long...it's hard to believe in something good."

Too good to be true. Don't trust him. Why would anyone help you?

shut up. leave me alone.

She shakes her head, as if trying to clear it.

"I am deep in your debt, and instead of thanking you, I insulted you. Will you forgive me? And accept the thanks I should have offered before?"

[Wired*Nun]

Arthur wuffs from behind Agraynel, startling her a bit. He looks distinctly anxious to come in, but is restraining himself.

[chalice]

Agraynel spins to look at the source of the noise, what sounds suspiciously like a growl starting in her throat.

The sudden turn is too much for leg muscles still cramped from lack of use, and she loses her balance, ending up almost nose to nose with Arthur.

*Hullo, little brother* she greets him politely

[TreyKincaide]

Landon bows with a flourish and a smile, "Consider the matter forgotten, dear lady. You have been through a most harrowing ordeal. We should speak at length and become better acquainted in more pleasant surroundings. Once we depart there is hearty food and drink to quench an appetite I imagine to have grown to epic proportions during your sleep as well as accomodations to allow yourself to gird yourself as fitting of your station."

Landon looks amused at the exchange, "Oh, my manners are dreadful. This is Arthur. A more trustworthy and loyal companion, a man could not ask for."

[chalice]

Agraynel smiles - a real smile this time. It makes her look very young.

"I'm starving," she confesses.

Once she regains her feet, she will attempt to go out through the door.

[TreyKincaide]

Either she walks through the ward and thus ending it and possibly the castle or gets shocked in her frail condition.

Landon watches as she heads towards the doorway and begins running trying to get her attention right as she steps on the ward. "Wai..."

[Wired*Nun]

*Hullo, little brother* she greets him politely
Arthur's ears prick up and cocks his head at the canine speech. "Bigger than you, sister...are you all right? You seem unwell."

---

As she steps toward the doorway, Arthur gives an enormous bark - "NO!", hoping to startle her back from the doorway.

[chalice]

As she steps toward the doorway, Arthur gives an enormous bark - "NO!", hoping to startle her back from the doorway.It works - she falls over again, but it does work.

She looks up at Landon, panic beginning to show.

"We can't get out?"

[TreyKincaide]

"Grey," Landon tries out the name, "we are in a most precarious of circumstances. Your father has protected you far better than probably he even knew. There's a ward in place using the Pattern. Now, two things might happen if you step out the door. The first, shocking you quite thoroughly in your delicate condition, I doubt will happen as I assume the ward is made to keep things out rather than in. Secondly, and much more likely, the ward will fail. Unfortunately, the castle in this Shadow has fallen save this singular tower and the only thing keeping it aloft is your father's magics. I assure you we will be able to exit this place, however, we must be careful lest no one is left behind."

[chalice]

"He used the Jewel. And you're right - I don't think he did know what he was doing, not exactly. He was just trying to buy some time."

She looks at the dust carpeting her room, and laughs shakily.

"Looks like he got his money's worth, doesn't it?"

Think, Gray, try to be some use for once.

"Do you have Trumps? Could we get out that way? When I was dreaming, once I - I almost thought I made contact with my father...I mean, I know I couldn't have, but it seemed so real-" her voice breaks, tears welling up in her eyes for the first time. She blinks them away determindly.

"Could we try that?"

Even if it means him contacting one of Them? Yes, even that, if it means leaving this place. Wait...

"How did you get in, Landon?"

[TreyKincaide]

"Yes, well, see that is the heart of the matter really," Landon admits. "I was having trouble using Trumps, possibly why your father chose this area in shadow, and was relying upon my own two feet trying to get to Shadow Earth. Once I happened upon this place and realized that the ward was powered by the Pattern, I imagined walking it. Voila. Here I am."

[chalice]

"So you think we could 'walk' out the same way? Was it as hard as walking the actual Pattern?"

[TreyKincaide]

"I don't know. I'm far from an expert in the these matters my dear. Regardless, you being out of the ward still might trigger the castle's downfall. We must plan for that eventuality in any case"

[chalice]

More thought.

"So...how if you were to leave again, and get everyone away, and then I try to leave afterwards?"

She is clearly reluctant to be left here, but is not prepared to put any of her people at risk.

"Or maybe -maybe Arthur could go and tell the Guard to leave?"

[TreyKincaide]

"Capitol idea," Landon says as he turns to Arthur. "If you'd be so kind as to inform Farrag to get his men well away from the tower. I'll be fine."

So, the Guard belongs to her do they? Hmmmm... Perhaps this can still be turned to my advantage.

[Wired*Nun]

Arthur turns and runs down the stairs. A short time later he comes back and says, "They are moving back, I told them it might fall down."

[chalice]

During Arthur's brief absence, Agraynel collects together a few small personal items that she does not want to leave behind, as well as making a largely unsuccessful effort to brush the worst of the dust from her hair and nightgown.

"Thank you," she says to Arthur, when he returns. And to Landon: "What now?"

[Wired*Nun]

[All of Gray's clothing and other personal items are exactly where she left them so long ago. Actually, nothing has deteriorated, unless it has dried out in some way; that is, structural deterioration seems tohave been slowed or suspended within the ward.]

[chalice]

This is good, if disturbing, news.

She rummages until she has collected a bundle of clothing, and then looks over at Landon.

"Um - would you mind turning your back for a moment, please?"

Assuming he complies like the gentlemen he is, she will disgard the ruined nightgown with relief and dress herself in clothing suitable for travel. The contents of her wardrobe would suggest lavender and grey as favourite colours. She huddles with a sigh of relief into a warm grey cloak.

"Just one more minute..." she quickly snatches up a tattered one-eared teddy bear and stuffs it out of sight in her bag.

"You can turn round again now."

[TreyKincaide]

Landon does indeed comply and politely ignores her changing despite his voyeuristic tendencies. Once she's finished, he turns around and addresses her appreciatively, "Quite fetching. Well, with that taken care of we should be off. To get out of the ward simply imagine yourself walking the Pattern. You'll feel like you're floating in the center. From there the analogy holds and you can wish yourself outside the room. I did precisely that--in reverse of course. Once there, I must admit I'm at a loss if the tower begins falling on our heads."

Don't give anything away until I absolutely have to. Besides, perhaps I can gain a measure of her abilities and skill by allowing her to volunteer a solution.

[chalice]

Once there, I must admit I'm at a loss if the tower begins falling on our heads."
Gray blinks. "Surely, in that case, we should 'wish' ourselves some way outside the tower? Can't say I'd be sorry to see it fall.

"Arthur...you should go."

(And she waits for him to get clear.)

"Do you want to go first, Landon? In case I get it wrong? I'm no sorceress."

She sounds distracted, already trying to recall how her first and only Patternwalk began...and not to think about how it ended.

[Wired*Nun]

Arthur looks at Landon for confirmation, and goes if it is given.

[TreyKincaide]

Landon nods to his friend, "I'll be alright. If, by some chance, our separation is longer than I intend, you know what to do." He turns to Gray, "What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't allow you to go before me? No, I believe I shall stay here and see you safely across first. It wouldn't be very chivalric of me otherwise."

Besides, if the ward fails and the tower starts to fall I'll know something I didn't before. A mere few steps and words to safety.

[chalice]

[OOC: Guys, I am unavoidably not around from about 18.00pm tomorrow (Friday for me) until late the evening after (Saturday, over here). I'll check in just before leaving and again when I get home, but between those times, feel free to have Gray pass out or something and carry on without me. If you want to advance things, she's pretty prepared to follow Landon's lead. For now :sleep: Tonight, I'll be around for another couple of hours.]

[chalice]

Landon nods to his friend, "I'll be alright. If, by some chance, our separation is longer than I intend, you know what to do." He turns to Gray, "What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't allow you to go before me? No, I believe I shall stay here and see you safely across first. It wouldn't be very chivalric of me otherwise."

Besides, if the ward fails and the tower starts to fall I'll know something I didn't before. A mere few steps and words to safety.Agraynel takes a deep breath.

"Very well."

I have no idea where to start. Can't see magic...except this magic was tied to the Jewel...and so was I...maybe that's the way for me...?

She closes her eyes, focuses on the beat of her heart...on how the Jewel seemed to echo, then capture, then slow it...no! stay awake!...on the feel of the wards closing in around her, red light dancing...on the glow of the Pattern, and her first fear-filled step...and on her father, who, after all, wrought all of this, and loved her.

[Wired*Nun]

Gray enters a relaxed state, but there is no other result. Soon she starts to fall asleep.

[chalice]

Gray sways slightly, eyes drifting closed - then shakes herself back to full consciousness with visible effort. She looks dispirited.

"It's no good, Landon," she sighs.

I'm no good.

"I don't even know where to start. I'll just have to walk out and risk the damage. I don't think father would have set up anything that would kill me."

Probably. No advantage in it for him.

"Please go,and I'll meet you outside if I can. I-I really don't want you to get hurt because of me."

I never wanted anyone to get hurt.

"I can take quite a bit of damage, even reduced to this. And I do heal fast, like all my mother's people."

[TreyKincaide]

"Madame, you're not speaking rationally. If you do indeed get shocked, and I'm on the other side of the ward then all of my effort will have been for naught. If you feel that you must try the ward this way, it'll either shock you and then I can try to get us both out or it'll fail. Regardless, being nearby is safer for the both of us than the alternative."

The more she talks, the more I learn. Heals fast like all her mother's people? Hmmm... Strange that she mentioned that rather than being an Amberite. Who heals faster than we do? Those with shapeshift. No, that notion's absurd. Or is it? Regardless, I'm quite curious what happens when she touches the ward. It will give me more insight into both her and Eric.

[chalice]

"Rational?"

Not an intrinsically amusing word, but it sends Gray into a fit of hysterically-edged laughter, which rapidly turns into a coughing fit. She hugs her ribs with both arms, as if both laughter and choking hurt her. The hand she raises to her mouth comes away touched with blood.

"No," she gasps once she can speak again, "I suppose I'm not at my most rational today. For some reason."

But you should see me on a bad day...

She looks around the tower room, her expression hunted.

"I have to get out of here."

For the second time, she turns to walk (almost run) through the door - and this time, she keeps going.

[TreyKincaide]

Coughing and blood? Tuberculosis? Strange. Well, for better or worse here we go.

Landon walks behind her to catch her if she's shocked and falls. If she goes through he wants to be right behind her when the ward fails. If the tower starts collapsing, he give her a moment to do something. Only as a last ditch resort, he'll grab her arm and use "These Boots Are Made for Walking" to ferry them away to a nearby wood.

[Wired*Nun]

Gray passes through the ward with a slight crackling sound and an "oh..." Landon, right behind her, goes through as well, feeling a slight tingling and the same cracking.

The ward remains in place.

The tower remains standing.

The two head down the stairs, breath visible in the cold air. Gray marches down ahead of Landon as if she owns the place, little of her earlier hesitancy evident. At the bottom, she dusts herself one last time and strides out.

The ten men standing about fifty yards off shift their stances, then Farrag starts forward, the rest following. Gray sees them men. To her they look like Eric's Guardsmen, gone to seed. Their clothing is homemade, but still resembles the uniform they used to wear.

Farrag, a look of wonder and epiphany on his face, falls to his knees at Gray's feet, kissing her shoes in turn. Standing and turning to Landon, he bows deeply and says, "We are most blessed among our people to witness the return of Arrag's seed and the rescue of his daughter. It was prophesied that only Arrag's seed could do this thing, so you too should be filled with great joy, for you are truly of the seed of Arrag, and have a great destiny."

Gray listens to this all impassively, then proclaims, "You, the leader. Take us to some civilized place. I would have a bath and a meal. Bring me meat, and wine, and much of each. Come, brother, lets us from this place away ourselves." Her Thari has taken on the old forms of the Guardsmen, and she looks somewhat stronger and healthier. Maybe the ward kept her weak, too.

Farrag leads them down to the ruined courtyard that serves as their base, and serves the food as ordered. Soon, guardsmen from all over the castle have gathered to see the pair, more than an hundred in all.

Gray eats and drinks with abandon, smiling a strange wild smile, and looking and waving at the men around. If Landon didn't know better - does he know better? he would say she was trying to wow the crowd.

Arthur pushes his head into Landon's hand and shivers. "Something strange here, boss," he growls.

[TreyKincaide]

As if I couldn't tell. Why did she call me brother?

While Gray and the men are distracted, Landon tells his companion, "Explain." After Arthur does so Landon smiles at Gray as if nothing is the matter as begins asking in new Thari, "Well, we are in much better company than before. Would this be a poor time to become better acquainted? Perhaps more to the point why do the men think I'm Eric's?"

Anyone with Pattern could have done it. Couldn't they?

[Wired*Nun]

"I don't know exactly...she...smells funny. Different. She smells like them, the garrow. She is like, like...like the alpha female in a pack, she has that smell, that smell. I can't explain it to a human. Your people don't have the same smells as we do."

After Landon's question to her, Gray says to Farrag, "Tell him what you know." She keeps eating as if bottomless.

Farrag turns to Landon. "The prophecies all say that only Arrag's seed could rescue Arrag's daughter, and lift the curse upon the land. The curse has been lifted; I can already feel it! And here she is, sitting among us, come to lead us to our former glory! And here you are, and you have recued her, and lifted the curse, and so, you must be Arrag's seed. If you are Arrag's seed, then you and she are brother and sister, and we owe you the same fealty as we owe to her. This is great news for you too, for you were once lost, and now you have come home! Home to Amber! You have a place, a people, a home now! You are the son of a great King, and will be a great King in your own right. It is your destiny, just as it is my destiny to be here now. The crone that birthed me told my mother that I would see the coming of Arrag's seed. One cannot fight the Pattern."

[TreyKincaide]

More shadow nonsense. Gray's definately changed. I like this not at all. Perhaps I made a mistake. Nothing to do about it now and play along until I determine what her intentions are.

After Farrag's answer Landon eats in silence glancing at Gray occasionally and smiling. Once he's eaten his fill he smokes and drinks while pondering his situation.

She better explain more in private and apologize for using me to regain the loyalty of her men.

[Wired*Nun]

Gray finishes eating, and gives Landon a grin. "Nothing like being a messiah, hey?" Leaning in close, she whispers, "but we can't abandon them now that their prophecies have been fulfilled. We need to go back to their villages and give them all some closure, and settle things for the moment so that I -- I mean, we -- can come back and recruit from them if we need to."

Raising her voice and standing on the table, she calls out, "Men of the Guard! I am the daughter of Eric, he whom you call Arrag. This is Landon, also a descendant of Eric. The prophcies are fulfilled, the curse has been lifted! We will journey to your villages, and tarry with you for a time, and bless your crops and your hunts, your lands and your children. Thus shall the Guard again increase, and show itself to be the protector of the common folk, worthy of recognition, having fulfilled its ancient charge."

"From this day forward, there shall be a single pair of Guardsmen, to guard the Last Tower. There shall be a flame eternal before the Tower, and over time, Castle Amber shall be rebuilt. The people shall come back to these lands, and the Guard with them, and its former glory shall be in great measure restored. Farrag, you shall be our spokesman to the Guard, and our second, and you shall speak in our name, and effect all things that I tell you. So is it spoken, so let it be done. Farrag, make us ready for travel."

With that, she hops lightly down and stands before Landon. "So, brother, what do you think? Things are looking up, and I have you to thank, and you get to share in all the rewards." Her crooked grin returns. "From zombie to queen in a day, who else has ever done that?"

[TreyKincaide]

Well, she's definately family. That's evident. Freudian slip there of I.

Landon thinks sardonically before returning her grin, "Well, there are some really bad B movies that I saw on Shadow Earth... But, this is your time the in the sun, literally, for quite some time and you deserve this moment. While we're waiting to break camp you should really take the oppurtunity to freshen up, Sister," Landon says slightly stressing the last word.

[chalice]

While we're waiting to break camp you should really take the oppurtunity to freshen up, Sister," Landon says slightly stressing the last word.
Gray blinks, and stares at Landon, as if trying to take in any details she might have missed at their first meeting.

"You're right." She looks down at her greasy hands, and fingers her still-dusty hair, with distaste.

What must he think of me?

"I really need a bath."

She makes to leave, then turns, unable not to ask.

"You called me sister." Her face lights up, child-like in hopefulness. "Are you my brother, Landon? Could you be?"

Do I have someone left after all?

[Wired*Nun]

Farrag and his men start tearing down the camp. "The two flame guards shall rotate every week. Retyll, Mareen, you have the first honor. Take up what you need and begin making a comfortable den there. The rest of you, pack up personal things and portable gear to carry, and store away everything else in the rebuilt rooms. The King and Queen shall travel with an escort of forty-seven. The rest of you, divide yourselves into packs and go proclaim the news throughout the land."

[TreyKincaide]

Okay. She's fucking weird or she's screwing with me. Either possibility isn't particularly attractive. She seems much too unstable to be of much use. Cure. She said Eric was looking for a cure. I assumed it was for her sickness. Maybe it was because she was out of her head?

Landon says, "Well, it might be possible."

If I'm inbred. I can't accept that. I'm not ready to face the alternative. Flora would have told me that I was Eric's son. Wouldn't she? Why am I even letting shadow superstition and nonsense bring doubt?

Landon watches as the camp is broken down and Gray leaves to go clean. He looks at Arthur. "A fine mess it seems that I've stumbled into."

[Wired*Nun]

"She seems okay now. Like you again. She changes. That's wierd." Arthur looks puzzled.

[chalice]

After a short while, Gray returns.

She is still wrapped in the same travelling cloak, but her face is freshly scrubbed, and her freshly-washed hair has been braided demurely into the nape of her neck.

"Can we go now?"

She pauses.

"You said you were Flora's. I knew a Flora here, long ago. But I suppose...she wasn't real..." her mouth twists, as she looks around at what remains of her home, as if taking in for the first time the changes that time has wrought in her absence

Over there...that was a rose garden...there, the kitchens...gone, all gone...everything - everyone - I knew...not only gone, but long gone...forgotten dust. I'm all that's left...

Her lips temble as she looks around and she begins to cry, hands to her face, messy, childlike sobbing....

[Wired*Nun]

Farrag returns from supervising. "We are ready, your majesties. Shall we depart?" It is past noon, and still quite cold. Traveling and movement would probably feel good.

[TreyKincaide]

"After you madame." Landon walks with her with Arthur trailing beside.

[chalice]

Gray pulls herself together.


"But...where are we going?"

[TreyKincaide]

Definately MPD. Or as good an act as any. Any psychologist would have a field day.

"We going with the guards who have been protecting you back to their villages to give them closure before moving on so this place will be prosperous once again. It's the least we can do to repay their devotion."

[chalice]

"Yes...of course. I should have thought of that. Thank you."

She studies Landon shyly.

"Will you tell me where you came from? I've never been anywhere but here and the other Amber, really."

[TreyKincaide]

Landon begins describing Shadow Earth at length. He tells her about spending time in Landon and describes the gist of what brought him here and the shadows in between. He leaves out anything about the Trump lens, his abilities, or anything else that would be socially inappropriate.

((Assuming you've read the rest of the thread. Otherwise, I'll recap.))

[chalice]

[Yep - have read]

Gray listens avidly (tryng to avoid thinking about the realities of her situation? Nah...)

She seems to find the 'Nursery Shadow' (talking animals, etc) disturbing rather than cute.

"Would you...Landon, would you take me to see Shadowearth?"

Wide grey eyes fix on Landon.

"I don't suppose I can go to Amber now. And if I stay here..."

I'll go mad. Again.

There's nothing left, nothing...it's all my fault...

[TreyKincaide]

"Funny that you should mention that, Gray. I was happening on going that way, and I'd love some more company. Arthur likes you; I'm sure he won't object. We shall depart as soon as our obligations are done here."

She might be unstable, but someone wanted me to find her--that much is apparent. Better to keep an eye on her until I figure this situation out.

[Wired*Nun]

Several hours later...the sun is beginning to go down, and Farrag and his men begin making camp about an hundred yards from the banks of a stream. Any questions about "why this position" elicit a lecture on the merits of being able to hear one's enemy in the night, as well as burying waste away from running water. A fire is quickly built, tsnts are pitched, and the men set out their gear in a double ring, beginning to scout out watch positions away from the firelight. Five men go to the edge of the camp, strip naked, and walk out into the wilderness. The cold heralds a clear night; the stars dance in the heavens and the waning moon casts its ghostly light. Castle Amber is still visible far off, and the flame lit by the Flame Guards burns faintly.

[TreyKincaide]

Landon looks on the camp appreciatively content that matters are handled well. He asks for a night cap and settles down in a tent with Arthur.

[chalice]

Gray looks out at the flame.

"Should have told them to tear the place down..." she mutters, hugging the heavy cloak around her.

[chalice]

Before turning in, Gray goes in search of Farrag, steeling herself to ask difficult questions.

"I would know...what do your legends tell of 'Arrag', my father? How did he meet his end?"

"And what do you know of this stranger, Landon? How came he into our lands?"

[Wired*Nun]

[my intent was to give you lots of game time to talk, not to choke off the conversation...sorry. Feel free to continue conversation, otherwise, say goodnight Gracie]

[chalice]

goodnight.


What happens in the morning?

LOL --The sun comes up, smartass! LoL LOL

[Wired*Nun]

Before turning in, Gray goes in search of Farrag, steeling herself to ask difficult questions.

"I would know...what do your legends tell of 'Arrag', my father? How did he meet his end?"

"And what do you know of this stranger, Landon? How came he into our lands?"
"Milady, he simply never came back." He relates the story of Korum the Cursed, and tells of Landon's coming in as much detail as she likes. "But none of that matters. The prophecies are fulfilled. It cannot be otherwise. And you are of our people, for your mother was one of us, so we are blood of blood, pack of pack. You know you may ask anything of me." The intensity of this proclamation is distressing...someone - no, many someones - willing to die without question for her...

[chalice]

"You know you may ask anything of me." The intensity of this proclamation is distressing...someone - no, many someones - willing to die without question for her...
"One day I may." Her eyes bleed from grey to wolf-silver to grey...

"Blood of blood we are. And you have done well, cousin. My father would be proud of you - as I am. I will come back when I can. Until then, do you keep the People safe for me. I must walk in strange paths for a while."

You have no idea.

"But it will ease my mind to know that you are taking care of things here, in my first home."

She turns, and goes in search of Landon and Arthur. Not running. Definitely not.

[Wired*Nun]

They are relaxing in their tent.

Some time later, the naked ones come back with deer, and reclothe. They begin to butcher the carcasses, and roast the meat. Arthur sniffs the air appreciatively.

[chalice]

"Hungry?" *hungry?*

[TreyKincaide]

"Ugh...morning already? You're always thinking with your stomach. Must be nice to be a dog and nap. Next shadow we get to where you have hands, you're gonna be in the driver's seat. I have about a year's worth of beauty rest to catch up on. Go on ahead. I'll be up in a bit. If I'm not out before the mess breaks, grab me a bit of steak would you?"

[chalice]

There is a giggle from outside the tent.

"Come on, Arthur, Let's go get him some coffee..."

Gray is as good as her word, and returns with an earthernware mug of strong black coffee and a steak sandwich in short order.

"Um - Landon? You decent?"

She opens the tent flap just enough to slip the food and drink inside.

"If you're still tired, I can shadowshift for a bit, to begin with...?"

Just get me away from here.

[Wired*Nun]

[It's not morning yet. Or is it? You guys decide.]

[chalice]

I think it should be morning. Gray will stare at the moon all night, having slept quite enough for a while...


[OK with you, Trey?]

[TreyKincaide]

[Either way is fine with me. Landon's been up for a good while by now. Either she'll wake him up.]

[chalice]

Morning it is.

Gray brings coffee, as previously described.

"Can we go now?"

[TreyKincaide]

From inside the tent, "Wha? What? Yeah, I'm decent." Landon pulls the covers over himself quickly and props himself up. He blinks the sleep out of his eyes. "We ready to escort these people home?"

[Wired*Nun]

[Assuming it is morning,]

The travel goes easy the next day, and by nightfall the group is camped on a hill overlooking a verdant valley. In the distance are the lights of houses and villages. Farrag says they could get there in about an hour, but would rather travel through his lands in the daytime, so that the people can see the King and Queen, and spread the word through the area. This time there is no fresh meat, but there is enough from last night for a modest meal. "Tomorrow we will have plenty," remarks one man. "And fresh mead, and our wives!" says another. "I don't want your wife, Dwerri, thanks anyway!" jokes a third.

[TreyKincaide]

Landon nods when he sees the cup, accepts, and sips from it. "What's up sport?"

[TreyKincaide]

((oops))

[TreyKincaide]

Landon finds Gray, "I know you're eager to go, but the way it looks we're going to be here for at least a couple more days."

[chalice]

Agraynel sighs, missing her harp.

"If ever an evening called for music...know any songs you would care to share, Landon?"

[TreyKincaide]

"A few. What I wouldn't give for a harpsichord." Landon whiles away the eve singing a few songs.

[Wired*Nun]

Landon receives a Trump call.

[chalice]

And at some point during this, Gray falls asleep, curled up in her cloak, cuddled up to Arthur.

[TreyKincaide]

Landon accepts the call hoping that it's Flora.

[Wired*Nun]

(F)Lo and behold, it is. "Landon. Bad things have happened at home. Amber, that is. First, is everything all right with you, and second, can you drop what you are doing and come here?"

[TreyKincaide]

(Trump)I'm fine. Tried to trump you a few days ago, but the vagaries of shadow wouldn't let me get through. I've stumbled up a daughter of Eric's who I'm in the company of. I can leave, but it wouldn't be hospitable to cut and run. (Trump)

[Wired*Nun]

"Daughter of Eric? We've had quite a few shocks lately, what the hell's another? Does she know her heritage? If so, bring her through. If not, see if you can stash her somewhere safe and get back to me, fast."

[TreyKincaide]

(Trump)She's aware. She's just been on ice since Patternfall, so in for some culture shock. Give me a moment, won't you?(Trump)

Landon, maintaining the contact motions Arthur close and wakes Gray, "Problems, dear. We need to leave the troops behind and trump out. Something's happened and Flora needs me."

[chalice]

Agraynel swallows hard.

"I am in your debt. Just tell me what you need me to do."

Unicorn, I hope I don't sound as scared as I feel...

[TreyKincaide]

[I]Here's playing

Landon calls out to Farrag, "There is a situation of extreme urgency that the we must attend to. I would explain further, but time is of the essence to ensure the curse doesn't return. Go with our blessing and make this land prosper in our absence. We shall return."

He takes Gray by the hand and has her take ahold of Arthur.

(Trump)Sorry. Just had to deal with a little Shadow fanaticism. Please pull us through.(Trump)

[Wired*Nun]

[Head on over to the Amber thread.]

[chalice]

[Willingly. Does Flora pull us through as requested? I think we may be waiting on that]

[Wired*Nun]

[Look in the Amber thread]