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Date: Sunday, November 30, 2003
Time: All Day

Mail in your wish lists.

How a wish list works:
1. Write down all the things you'd like. New powers, ranks up in
things, objects, ammendments to objects, etc.

2. Next to each thing, write whether you want to go into bad
stuff for it.

3. I mail you back after a few days, telling you what you got.

Baseka nods and heads outside.  She doesn't really slow down until they have
gotten away from the house and then she turns to Klasha.  "Since I am not
certain where we are in relation to Amber-I am guessing far- we will pass
through Shadow for a time, find horses and hellride a ways before I try
using magic that far."

Klasha nods, looking relieved to be out of the scrutiny of the Chaosites for
at least a little while.

***

Shadows pass, and they find horses, saddlebags loaded with a little gear and
food for the rest of the journey. Klasha mounts her horse, silent as ever,
though a barrage of questions churn behind her face.

Baseka leads them through shadows of twisting trees and moonless nights.
Past spectral battles and wailing stones as they make their way through the
Shadows cast by Chaos.  Then the scenary grows slowy more ordered, but
Baseka's pace doesn't let up until they are past the shadows of the wild
pegusi and horse herds  under a clear blue sky.  She pulls up her horse and
dismounts, setting the stallion free and waits for Klasha to do the same.
Then she takes the girl's hand and Baseka teleports them to an alcove in the
hallway across from Mouse's room.  She peers out to check for the clear and
then proceeds to march across to his door and rap urgently upon it.

The following enemywithinpbem poll is now closed.  Here are the
final results:


POLL QUESTION: The possibility arises that Bleys and
Clarice will have to brawl.  Bleys with
the intent to capture Clarice, and
Clarice with the intent to escape.

Dashing Warmaster vs. Grim
Survivalist.  Who do you think will win?

CHOICES AND RESULTS
- Bleys just waits for Clairice to topple over from heavy drinking., 2 votes,
33.33%
- Clairice with a toothpick, standing over a badly beaten Bleys., 0 votes, 0.00%
- Nothing damaged but the scenery, they both head off to share a brewsky., 1
votes, 16.67%
- A battered Bleys drags away a crippled Clairice., 0 votes, 0.00%
- A savaged Clairice manages to make her escape., 2 votes, 33.33%
- Bleys can only find himself and then only with the help of a full length
mirror., 0 votes, 0.00%
- Bleys didn't notice that Clairice wears a dynamite vest., 0 votes, 0.00%
- A crippled Clairice hobbles away from a broken Bleys., 1 votes, 16.67%
- Corwin recieves a gift box with Bleyss' head inside., 0 votes, 0.00%

INDIVIDUAL VOTES
- Bleys just waits for Clairice to topple over from heavy drinking.
      - lkildahl@...
      - darasawall@...
- Clairice with a toothpick, standing over a badly beaten Bleys.
- Nothing damaged but the scenery, they both head off to share a brewsky.
      - goldfired@...
- A battered Bleys drags away a crippled Clairice.
- A savaged Clairice manages to make her escape.
      - tara_brat@...
      - cymoril99@...
- Bleys can only find himself and then only with the help of a full length
mirror.
- Bleys didn't notice that Clairice wears a dynamite vest.
- A crippled Clairice hobbles away from a broken Bleys.
      - yiryana@...
- Corwin recieves a gift box with Bleyss' head inside.


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Once again, Yahoo slowing down. Over
the past week, my ratio of posts going
through has been getting dangerously
close to 50%, with a cluster of posts
from this weekend never having gone
through at all.

With this in mind, I am considering
moving the game to my domain,
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board there. There is no posting by
email, but it is stable, and if
something goes south I can call
someone, instead of hoping that yahoo
MIGHT say what's going on.

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> "Mandor and Fiona ... both are weakened - yet still formidable.  I
> wouldn't like to go up against either of them ... "
>
> She runs a thumb over her spikard thoughtfully.
>
> "So you're going to turn them into Sheepdogs?" Random quirks an
eyebrow,
> then winces as he tries to shift his weight on the Throne. "It
certainly did
> a number on Martin. And hell, at least we'd have a fair chance of
> housebreaking them..."


Imohen laughs.  "Perhaps.  But not sheepdogs.  And even with a
spikard ... I'm not sure I could match either of them.

"I just hope ... I can make some difference," she finishes, a little
gloomily.

> Wraecca grunts, "There are worse dangers then the abyss waiting for
> her in Amber.  No.  She'll stay here.  Wherever here is.  I agree
> though you should leave and myself with you."
>
> Looking over at Audrey he says, "Can you send us on our way or do I
> do my magic?"
>
> "You save your energy... I think you'll need it." Aubry raises her
hand and
> Wraecca feels the air twist and pulse around him, and his own blood
rebels
> against the foreign presence. Deirdre struggles to remain still as
the same
> distortion rises up around her. There is a rush of sound, a mind
wrenching
> cacophony of images and smells, the feeling of reality tearing up
around
> them, then collapsing Red Sea style behind them.
>
> The merry-go-round from hell stops, and Wraecca finds himself and
Deirdre
> collapsed in his sitting area of his rooms in Amber. The maid that
had been
> tidying up his rarely used bookcase took one look at them, then
bolted.
>
> Deirdre groans, rubbing at her temple. "Next time, I'll walk."

Wraecca flows to his feet.  Without looking back he says, "There
won't be."

He wanders around looking for the pattern's avatar.

"I doubt you could get away with bringing her just the stone," Ariel
says, "though it would be interesting to see you try.  No.  Ryoden has
sent you to claim Amber's greatest remaining adept for its adversary.
  And for that reason as well as several others, I must refuse your
request.  To complete your answer, I do not know how Uncle Brand may
be released, although I believe a clumsy attempt may well kill him."

"I didn't expect to hear anything different." Morgana smiles tightly.
"Is that his answer as well? Or is your refusal made without
consulting him? Your own pet adept now?"

Ariel tsks chidingly at Morgana, "Such hypocracy is unbecoming."
Turning to Brand, she says, "So what do you think?  Are you interested
in going with Morgana and seeing what the Serpent has in store for
you?  It could be a book deal for your memiors..."

Wraecca grunts, "There are worse dangers then the abyss waiting for
her in Amber.  No.  She'll stay here.  Wherever here is.  I agree
though you should leave and myself with you."

Looking over at Audrey he says, "Can you send us on our way or do I
do my magic?"

"You save your energy... I think you'll need it." Aubry raises her hand and
Wraecca feels the air twist and pulse around him, and his own blood rebels
against the foreign presence. Deirdre struggles to remain still as the same
distortion rises up around her. There is a rush of sound, a mind wrenching
cacophony of images and smells, the feeling of reality tearing up around
them, then collapsing Red Sea style behind them.

The merry-go-round from hell stops, and Wraecca finds himself and Deirdre
collapsed in his sitting area of his rooms in Amber. The maid that had been
tidying up his rarely used bookcase took one look at them, then bolted.

Deirdre groans, rubbing at her temple. "Next time, I'll walk."

"Everyone stays here," says Imogen firmly.  "For one thing, Rissa
isn't well, and needs Jolyon close.  For another, I want people like
Clarissa and Sand where I can see them.  Or where, at least, you can
see them.

"Mandor and Fiona ... both are weakened - yet still formidable.  I
wouldn't like to go up against either of them ... "

She runs a thumb over her spikard thoughtfully.

"So you're going to turn them into Sheepdogs?" Random quirks an eyebrow,
then winces as he tries to shift his weight on the Throne. "It certainly did
a number on Martin. And hell, at least we'd have a fair chance of
housebreaking them..."

I doubt you could get away with bringing her just the stone," Ariel
says, "though it would be interesting to see you try. No. Ryoden has
sent you to claim Amber's greatest remaining adept for its adversary.
And for that reason as well as several others, I must refuse your
request. To complete your answer, I do not know how Uncle Brand may
be released, although I believe a clumsy attempt may well kill him."

"I didn't expect to hear anything different."  Morgana smiles tightly.
  "Is that his answer as well?  Or is your refusal made without
consulting him?  Your own pet adept now?"

"I'll suppose that by that, your reference to uncles is as narrow as
mine would be. Brand?" Morgana shakes her head. "Doesn't anyone stay
dead," she states, "besides Oberon of course.

"Then the question becomes a series of questions. Now Ryoden did not
specifically request the person, merely the trinket. Can the two be
separated? If so, will you do it so that the item may be returned? If
they cannot be separated, will you return the item?"

"I doubt you could get away with bringing her just the stone," Ariel
says, "though it would be interesting to see you try.  No.  Ryoden has
sent you to claim Amber's greatest remaining adept for its adversary.
  And for that reason as well as several others, I must refuse your
request.  To complete your answer, I do not know how Uncle Brand may
be released, although I believe a clumsy attempt may well kill him."

Ariel looks back at Bleys, then addresses Morgana again, "My other uncle."

"I'll suppose that by that, your reference to uncles is as narrow as
mine would be.  Brand?" Morgana shakes her head.  "Doesn't anyone stay
dead," she states, "besides Oberon of course.

"Then the question becomes a series of questions.  Now Ryoden did not
specifically request the person, merely the trinket.  Can the two be
separated?  If so, will you do it so that the item may be returned?
If they cannot be separated, will you return the item?"

"Me?" Morgana gestures extravagently, dismissing the illusion. "I'm
here to lay claim to noone and nothing, merely to ask for a trinket on
someone else's behalf. Which uncle would that be?"

Ariel looks back at Bleys, then addresses Morgana again, "My other uncle."

Ariel smiles faintly, though it lacks her usual pleasantness. "So
you're here to lay claim to my uncle."

"Me?" Morgana gestures extravagently, dismissing the illusion.  "I'm
here to lay claim to noone and nothing, merely to ask for a trinket on
someone else's behalf.  Which uncle would that be?"

"By that I will assume that a person does go with the object. Who
might be an interesting question." Morgana breathes into her hand and
from the mist there forms the object: a bracelet, delicate and gold,
sporting a single round stone of jade.

Ariel smiles faintly, though it lacks her usual pleasantness.  "So
you're here to lay claim to my uncle."

"Oh? Is there a 'person' that goes with the 'object'?"

"Either you don't know what you're asking for, or you're asking for
something incredibly obscure. I'm curious, which is it?"

"By that I will assume that a person does go with the object.  Who
might be an interesting question."  Morgana breathes into her hand and
from the mist there forms the object: a bracelet, delicate and gold,
sporting a single round stone of jade.

Ariel raises an eyebrow, "How curious.  Are you sure she didn't say
'person' rather than 'object'?"

"Oh? Is there a 'person' that goes with the 'object'?"

"Either you don't know what you're asking for, or you're asking for
something incredibly obscure.  I'm curious, which is it?"

"How aptly put," Morgana answers. "In your case, however, you were
spying. You'll never guess who I just ran into: Ryoden. She says that
you have an object of hers that she would like returned."

Ariel raises an eyebrow, "How curious. Are you sure she didn't say
'person' rather than 'object'?"

"Oh?  Is there a 'person' that goes with the 'object'?"

> "Random!" she says warmly.  "I see you're doing splendidly!"
>
> "I will," he grumbles low enough so that only she can hear, "once
the orders
> for duct tape and bindings come in.... Am I supposed to be nailing
Jolyon
> here, or am I allowed to boot the two of them out to shadow?
>
> "I got a report from Martin. It was quick, but the gist was that
Fiona and
> Mandor got into a catfight in her little castle. No word on the
outcome
> yet."


"Everyone stays here," says Imogen firmly.  "For one thing, Rissa
isn't well, and needs Jolyon close.  For another, I want people like
Clarissa and Sand where I can see them.  Or where, at least, you can
see them.

"Mandor and Fiona ... both are weakened - yet still formidabble.  I
wouldn't like to go up against either of them ... "

She runs a thumb over her spikard thoughtfully.

"How aptly put," Morgana answers. "In your case, however, you were
spying. You'll never guess who I just ran into: Ryoden. She says that
you have an object of hers that she would like returned."

Ariel raises an eyebrow, "How curious.  Are you sure she didn't say
'person' rather than 'object'?"

"Is she all right?" Morgana addresses the room in general. "I would
have thought you left before the sparks started flying."

"That's one of the difficulties of being captured," Ariel replies.
"Leaving is sometimes a little problematic."

"How aptly put," Morgana answers.  "In your case, however, you were
spying.  You'll never guess who I just ran into: Ryoden.  She says
that you have an object of hers that she would like returned."

"Is she all right?" Morgana addresses the room in general. "I would
have thought you left before the sparks started flying."

"That's one of the difficulties of being captured," Ariel replies.
"Leaving is sometimes a little problematic."

Martin's hand grasps Morgana's, and he steps back, bringing her into
Bleys's room. Bleys is there, his attentions on Lillian and Ariel.
Ariel appears to be coming out of a trump contact, and Lillian is
looking a little grayer than usual as she rests her head in her hands.

"Is she all right?" Morgana addresses the room in general.  "I would
have thought you left before the sparks started flying."

>
> "I want to see what you can really do," he says with a slow smile that
> doesn't reach his eyes. "You aren't too winded from the march, are you?"

Jerri looks hard at the Commander.  "No, I don't think so," she
tells him.

Damn, Jerri thinks to herself.  He's got her pegged as Amberite blood.
Figured someone would, but not so soon.  Still, you can't count the
ribs on most Amberites... she was still gaunt from her journeys.
Best to play along.  Maybe this is the fast track to the inner
circle... provided she survives.

She shifts in her chair.  "Why?  You looking for a new General?"
she asks pointedly.  "Elves don't do well takin' orders from
humans."  She brings up one foot under the cover of the desk in
front of them and rests it on the front of the desk, ready to
kick it over.

"She is... hold on. Just stay there..." She can see the room shift as
Martin
turns, walking over to Ariel, who is bent over a grimacing Lillian.

Morgana waits.

***

A hand lands on Ariel's shoulder, and she hears Martin speaking at her
side. "Morgana's calling in, and she wants to talk to you."

Ariel nods to Martin and tells Mandor "Alright.  Good luck...

Ending the contact she looks back to Martin.  "That's odd...  Bring
her through, I guess."

Martin's hand grasps Morgana's, and he steps back, bringing her into Bleys's
room. Bleys is there, his attentions on Lillian and Ariel. Ariel appears to
be coming out of a trump contact, and Lillian is looking a little grayer
than usual as she rests her head in her hands.

Imogen swallows.

Then she moves forward, smiling,, very Queen.  "Darling, how nice
for you!  Someone who can smooth some of those rough edges you
sometimes find.

"I will," she tells Clarissa, with her most charming smile, "be so
interested to hear how the pair of you get on ... "

She wonders about introducing Sand into this mixture, and then
decides that if these two need her, they will find her ...

"Random!" she says warmly.  "I see you're doing splendidly!"

"I will," he grumbles low enough so that only she can hear, "once the orders
for duct tape and bindings come in.... Am I supposed to be nailing Jolyon
here, or am I allowed to boot the two of them out to shadow?

"I got a report from Martin. It was quick, but the gist was that Fiona and
Mandor got into a catfight in her little castle. No word on the outcome
yet."

That's ahhh...very good question," Lore says thoughtfully, "I never
thought of it in those terms. I know he hated being chained to
advisors and the like. I think ...it was a huge blow to his ego when
he realized that Dara and Mandor considered him their puppet. And
then when he cut ties with them it was sink or swim on his own. And
he...sank. Why is this important now?"

"Because Merlin has potential... And I'm running short on family." Corwin
looks over at the cradle, where little Ned stirs. "I'm about to depose my
grandson from New Avalon... Give we're successful, this leaves us with a
realm unruled...."

Baseka nods and heads outside.  She doesn't really slow down until they have
gotten away from the house and then she turns to Klasha.  "Since I am not
certain where we are in relation to Amber-I am guessing far- we will pass
through Shadow for a time, find horses and hellride a ways before I try
using magic that far."

Klasha nods, looking relieved to be out of the scrutiny of the Chaosites for
at least a little while.

***

Shadows pass, and they find horses, saddlebags loaded with a little gear and
food for the rest of the journey. Klasha mounts her horse, silent as ever,
though a barrage of questions churn behind her face.

[any actions before you get to Amber? Otherwise, write yourself up as far as
you want.]

"What are you getting at?" Jerri asks, allowing herself to
start to sound irritated.

"I want to see what you can really do," he says with a slow smile that
doesn't reach his eyes. "You aren't too winded from the march, are you?"

> Wraecca smirked, "More like I kicked him onto the pattern and it
> upchucked him like a something rotten.  Dammit!  I feel like I'm
> close to figuring this out.  It may have been my shapeshifting or
> possibly my 'get out of jail free card,' or that my lineage would
> give a supercomputer a nervous breakdown.  Honestly I don't
> know...and I really would like to find out what the reason was.
> Maybe it would give us a clue on how to stop what's happening."
>
> "Perhaps talking to Rissa?" Deirdre suggests. "Or Jolyon? If
there's an
> insight to be gained, it's from one of them... Besides," she gives
Wraecca
> an almost rueful twist of her lips. "I'm supposed to be in Amber
right now.
> And Amber might be the one place where the Abyss has the least
chance of
> reclaiming your mother."

Wraecca grunts, "There are worse dangers then the abyss waiting for
her in Amber.  No.  She'll stay here.  Wherever here is.  I agree
though you should leave and myself with you."

Looking over at Audrey he says, "Can you send us on our way or do I
do my magic?"