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celeste_rta - Plot Ideas & seeds part I

15-Nov-2009 4:16p

Plot, Scene & Misc plot device ideas.
NOTE: This is generic frame/seeds of ideas for folks to examine, comment on, tweak, expound on, keep or toss as they like. These are mere ramblings, do with what you like. Details which are left blank I will expound on if need be.

Potential settings:

*The women and children will stay and fight, will you?

A breath takingly idyllic village on the fringe of the empire, The men have been called away/killed in battle leaving the now threatened village threatened but the remaining occupants are standing even though they're almost certainly doomed for it.

Twists:
*The village is either at a strategical relevant position or is the location of some artifact which means if the village is lost this entire shadow pay be lost

*This could be someplace of relevance to one or more PC, I know there are several PCs (including Celeste) that have history or background in the Empire. Perhaps there's a division amongst our heros over leaving the villagers to their fate or using the limited time to make a defense in a more favorable position.

Spying opportunities:
*Should any PCs stick around they stand to become POWs, however this puts them in a position to overhear an alarming and pressing bit of intel. They must find a way to liberate themselves and either 1) Make it back to tell the others or 2) hatch a plan to do something about the intel they've learned.

*Political intel-Perhaps the foe isn't a mess of road monsters but rather a corrupt magistrate, in the fringe areas they are often left to their own devices. Certain members must learn what they can and find a way to prove this has happened and despite being foreigner worms, get this to the right hands. Meanwhile other heros must keep this crooked magistrate from achieving his nefarious ends.

Potential setting II- War torn country

An entire countryside has been devastated by war, be it acquiring a new holding, fighting the road, or some other cause. A vital object/person either to the metaphysics or the land, or even relevant to a higher cause our heros seek to achieve, has been taken. Our heros must get it back.

Twists:
*The object/person has been taken through a gate which is threatening to fail, the is IMMENENT DANGER to anyone who goes through if they are in this soon to expire world if they don't make it through the gate before it fails.

*The item is damaged/the person is dead, the heros must figure out how to replace the person or repair the item-perhaps someone of our heros must fill a void temporarily while the others seek a more permanent fix. The volunteer would have to pay a VERY HIGH PRICE for the time he purchased for his/he companions.

There's more, I changed directions mid-brainstorm so it's not as much as I'd planned initially but there'll be more suggestions/tidbits thrown out for consideration, for now I wanted to get this posted so folks could commence poking.

celeste_rta

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15-Nov-2009 1:01a

liam_rta: [LOG] Darkness
road_to_brand: The Fool
celeste_rta: Another day another dollar..
kirra_rta: Poem: Shadow of the Moon
rta_culver: my last words will be, 'yeah I had that coming.'

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liam_rta - [LOG] Darkness

15-Nov-2009 12:32a

Liam Chantris takes a stroll through Fiamme Chantris's dream and contemplates her dreamscape. He sees a cousin standing on the teetering edge of madness and edging toward falling in. He holds his hand out to her but the madness clings like butterflies in her hair.

Note: This is Fiamme's dream. All people and places are filtered through Fiamme's subconscious.

Also, the poem is the first 12 lines of Lord Byron's "Darkness." The full poem can be found here.

( I had a dream, which was not all a dream... )

liam_rta

road_to_brand - The Fool

14-Nov-2009 11:06p

( The first step on the journey of enlightenment is admitting your ignorance... )

Current Mood: curious

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celeste_rta - Another day another dollar..

14-Nov-2009 5:46p

(IC Journal entry)
Things progress as to be expected, the days and nights continue to blur together with the usual meetings, paperwork, and the occasional shift at the hospital. I have finally met-not entirely in person-Corwin. Little enough to say-I rarely judge on first impressions and the purpose was more for his benefit than my own-though I would be surprised if there was a second discussion. Additionally I've met Culver Feldane, and can easily understand why there are a number who'd see him worm food, for a man wanting something of Mandrake he was remarkably eager to burn bridges. No doubt it's just a matter of time before it all collapses around him so I see little need to trouble myself at this point.

I finally managed to make time to speak with Brand, and am profoundly grateful to have found him apparently reasonably well and as lucid as I've ever seen him-I could have kissed his sunken radiation-marred face upon hearing he's cornered a long standing cosmic problem and have every confidence it is within his ability to remedy, even should it take time. No word from Lucretia or Theo, but I take my blessings where I can find them these days. The chat with my duke also reminded me of duties I am neglecting in serving the house, both in business endeavors and concerning Mandrake's metaphysical duty to Amber. I desperately need a cousin with the appropriate skillsets to impart what I know about the greater mysteries of life energies and what my research and experimentation have revealed-otherwise should something happen to me there is none to tend the cornerstone or attempt to repair it if it should grow even more neglected than it is now. I hate to be faced with such thoughts but it seems as if I may well find myself encouraging unions and require members to produce progeny to ensure Mandrake is not one disaster away from losses we might not be able to recover from. Naturally, my first instinct is to limit the demands and burdens I place on my family but my attempts to delegate various tasks have been less than successful and I simply cannot do everything which I am expected to do. I myself would be facing the same requirements as the rest of the family, which is just one more reason the idea makes me squeamish.

At least Kirra's made leaps and bounds with her studies and is about ready to take greater responsibilities with the Hospital, Shane has begun to expand his own horizons and continues to take the slack that I'm forced to leave as Dragon while I tend to various other responsibilities. Portia has returned to us, but I have yet to decide how best to occupy her. Like me Portia has always been willful and never shy of speaking her mind. Never the less-I'm pleased to have my cousins near and even if I'm not afforded time to myself, find some pleasure in seeing them prosper.

So, I imagine I will press forward, and keep telling myself there will be time and opportunity sometime soon for a damned vacation. For now there's a Gala to plan, Mandrake needs and has earned reason to celebrate. I hate parties, and formal wear, but not even close to the greatest indignity I've gladly brought on myself for this lot.

Prayer: "Holy Unicorn, your not so humble servant I remain, may my failures and short comings be such which may be spared and my triumphs where it counts. Though my steps have begun to falter, allow me the fortitude to continue to press on. In the name of Order and Righteousness (IE: Amen)"

celeste_rta

kirra_rta - Poem: Shadow of the Moon

14-Nov-2009 9:26a

"Shadow of the Moon…"

In the shadow of the moon
Her fingers hit the surface
Gazed upon the pitchblack sky
The countless stars

Twirling waves make ships go by
The cold wind hits her face
As the ocean drinks the salt
Of her tears

Her trembling heart, it never calms
This creature of two different realms
Thinking of a love she lost
Up the shore

Miles and miles, I hear her howl
Don't think it's the storm!
Telling me a fairy tale
Of misery

Feeling love so desperate
Walking on a thousand blades
Returned lonely, nothing left
But one friend:

Shadow of the moon…
Shadow of the moon…

Upon the first ray of light
She gave up the hopeless fight
Called back into the sea
Her soul was left

Somewhere just beyond the mist
Of the breaking morning
Lay the world that wasn't hers
Never hers

In the shadow of the moon
Dreams are slowly fading
While I stand on the faraway shore
And hear her song:

kirra_rta

rta_culver - my last words will be, 'yeah I had that coming.'

14-Nov-2009 9:12p

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roadtoamber - Recent Player Posts

14-Nov-2009 1:01a

minosan: Darque says, "Oh. Well, I am on the Echo Rei, and I will try to find Mandrake. Downhill, is it?"

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minosan - Darque says, "Oh. Well, I am on the Echo Rei, and I will try to find Mandrake. Downhill, is it?"

13-Nov-2009 9:06p

( Shiver me timbers! This be the tale of how Captain Darque jumped to huge conclusions from a standing start )

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roadtoamber - Recent Player Posts

13-Nov-2009 1:01a

raphaela_rta: .::OOC::.
kirra_rta: Trip
fiamme_rta: More on Order stuff and Noble House Play (ahoy!)
rae_r2a: Autumn's Arrival and Winter's Approach: A Reflection [Dear Diary]

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raphaela_rta - .::OOC::.

13-Nov-2009 1:41a

greetings, greetings.

just to say hi to all.
mushless life is driving me slightly crazy but...what the hell, i have a life :P

I thought of a few more reasons for raph to go missing, i do hope there is at least a few people with gossip imagination loose :D

*HUG*

raphaela_rta

kirra_rta - Trip

12-Nov-2009 5:38p

The entry is dated at the top, the entry's handwriting below fluid and neat.

I find myself upon a beach beneath the moon. I write to the flickering light of a bonfire that warms the cool evening air.

I have traveled and hunted. I have found interesting plants, and thought about many things.

I will return soon, with a lighter heart and less stress than I have carried in a long time.

Soon, though for now, I will enjoy the moonlight, and enjoy the caress of the night upon my skin.

kirra_rta

fiamme_rta - More on Order stuff and Noble House Play (ahoy!)

13-Nov-2009 5:57a

More thoughts after talking to Scholastica, and chewing over why just making up some gossip involving nobles and the Order and hoping it generated more play didn't sound that cool. So we thought of having some kind of 'session' a bit like Llewella's Court sessions, from the officialness point of view, and potential for rubberneckers (who would need to cluster and make their own entertainment).

( In which Fiamme expounds on the novel idea of er, actually just using the existing rules... )

Please ignore any missing 's or misplaced &s instead of ellipses. Converting to and from Txt a couple of times did odd stuff.

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rae_r2a - Autumn's Arrival and Winter's Approach: A Reflection [Dear Diary]

12-Nov-2009 1:07a

The trees have begun to shrug on their brilliant colors, shedding here and there. I remember when I was younger, when Niklas and I would play within the fallen leaves, and later Alander. I remember trying to teach Adelgar how to do so, and the grunt I received. I recognize it now for fondness. I miss him, oftentimes, my uncle in all but blood. There are many I miss, those lost in battles and those who have simply decided to stop coming around any longer.

Another year in my life is passed. It is strange, how once I never felt any older after a birthday, before. But now I feel the years settling like heavy rocks upon my shoulders. Once, I had little cares. Once, the visions did not plague me in the ways they now do. Once, I never thought I would be in the places I am, now. Once, there was not this darkness in my spirit, staring back at me in the mirror.

I fight it still, the Road's imprint upon me. It gets no easier, as the days go by, as nights pass. But I still refuse to give in, to go gently. It whispers to me now, of a place I've never heard of. I do not dwell on it-- it is best not to. I have other things to live for, and promises given to me.

Sorcha has found her way to the Silverspire, and it gladdens me to hear this news. I look forward to reuniting with her, speaking with her.

Blood Harvest comes in but a few days. A time to remember and forget. My mask is crafted, and the spirits are waiting.

This year, they may get what they want.

rae_r2a

roadtoamber - Recent Player Posts

12-Nov-2009 1:01a

lucius_r2a: Dark Deeds, Parts I & II.
road_to_brand: The journey begins
fiamme_rta: Excerpt from Fiamme's diary

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lucius_r2a - Dark Deeds, Parts I & II.

11-Nov-2009 11:15p

( A Dark knight visits Mordred, and speaks of a dark plot. )

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road_to_brand - The journey begins

11-Nov-2009 10:34p

( In which Brand does something that has never been done before, and Vosah meets a Portafada. )

Current Mood: triumphant

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fiamme_rta - Excerpt from Fiamme's diary

12-Nov-2009 7:51a

[Scrawled in a private journal, stored next to a borrowed dagger]

Am I a visual learner? I think so. Should I have cast the same words back, sitting where the faintest echoes of an object lesson were felt?

I am not to blame the trigger, or so Beatrice's Prince says. Blame seems irrelevant. There's a chasm between blame and forgiveness, which should not be crossed lightly.

Are we visual learners?

Current Mood: contemplative

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roadtoamber - Recent Player Posts

11-Nov-2009 1:01a

emrys_r2a: The Arden Question
liam_rta: [LOG] The First and Last Lyonesse Node

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emrys_r2a - The Arden Question

10-Nov-2009 8:00p

( Arden draws people in... )

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liam_rta - [LOG] The First and Last Lyonesse Node

10-Nov-2009 8:22a

An Adventure of Sorts in which the heroes head to the first and last Lyonesse Shadowpath Node to take a look at the castle where Oberon once made his boasts and feasted. Demented Adorable Disney Animals attack the Intrepid Crew in the Forest and Malachi faces those Raccoons. A duel of sorts is had, Niklas has a snack, and the castle in question is run down and abandoned. Also, Celeste is attacked by masonry.

The team formulates some plans on how to repair the node and break to put those plans into motion. This log breaks until next week! It's a two-parter!

( Malachi looks over to Lucius, with an air of wondering if this is going to be another one of those 'Don't lick the eldritch power source' learning experiences. )

liam_rta

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10-Nov-2009 1:01a

celeste_rta: IC Journal Entry - Hollow Woman
celeste_rta: Believe - The Bravery
fiamme_rta: Noble House Play ahoy! (OOC)

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celeste_rta - IC Journal Entry - Hollow Woman

09-Nov-2009 6:45p

(IC journal entry)

   If there's a suspicious gap here this journal isn't missing pages-I've simply have not made the time. One crisis to another, things have not improved. I still act as Proxy for the house and tend to duties that once terrified me and now nearly are a welcomed break from doom mongering and bleak reports and briefings. I am pleased to report that at least at the moment those within the house seem to flourish. We have been fortunate to acquire two new souls, which are not blood but are assets to the house. Einkil has shown devotion, commitment, and no little aptitude at just about everything I've demanded of him, much like Shane-who I now simply call my brother as it seems more fitting than cousin. Kirra came to us in sore need of a safe haven and has applied herself diligently to her duties at the hospital and has been training with Shane. Her spirit seems to improve and she's fiercely committed to the well being of Mandrake and those who wear Mandrake's colors. Speaking of Shane, Llewella, now the Regent by Julian's naming, has given Shane a most curious blade said to have once belonged to one of the elder Princes. He's seemingly become obsessed and I am keeping a close eye on him to gauge how concerned I should be by this. He finds time to be a pain in the ass, tend to lessons, and for the most part his duties so I will reserve comment for the moment.
   As I mentioned previously there's a snowballing cluster fuck, or even a number of them, rolling towards Amber. It's as if I'm in a nightmare which I cannot wake from. A nightmare where everyone I love, and everything I know, is in the path of obvious danger and no matter how much racket, or the method, they're all deaf to my warnings. To my pleas for assistance. Guidance. Insight. It's as if I'm a ghost forced to watch some horrible tragedy unfold, like some intangible specter. Indeed, it seems as if it should be some bad dream but I'm still dreaming.
   I never wished for duty, obligation, or responsibilities and now I've nearly half a dozen various responsibilities from matters of the House to building an official Ministry. Between these and others there's no few festering issues, troublesome pots of bubbling doom which every so often belch out something foul and keeps the sense of dread in my belly good and robust. Ironically in addition to these duties and concerns I've acquired a patron. I am told that I aspire to Knighthood. Who knew? Apparently not I.
   Blessed horn, I'm tired. Exhausted. Spent. One problem to the next, and an increasing number of people looking for reassurance and something which resembles a plan. Each is given the trademarked Dragon peptalk and carefully measured arrogance balanced with logic, but it's as if I pay a toll for each one. My cousins, those I ask for assistance, those who bring concerns or errands which require attention. It's like I'm bartering my soul for some illusion that there's a reasonable chance to divert each one of these miniature dooms. There's been the taste of fear in my mouth for weeks and I can't taste anything anymore, and no amount of rest or tonic restores me. I continue to put one foot infront of the other out of nothing more than lack of a better plan. Do what I've always done, even if like a ghost I feel transparent and impotent in the face of what threatens everything I've come to care for. I'm not accustomed to sticking around to fight when there's actually something at stake and I DO NOT LIKE IT. The fact it leaves me wishing for shelter. For others it's a house head, a commanding officer, a father. Someone who at least creates the illusion of knowing better, of not quaking in the face of what frightens the rest of us. Perhaps it's childish, and perhaps why I find myself no such indulgence.
   IF that's so, I'd better toughen up because there are still no few very real problems that need very real solutions and while everyone's standing around waiting for the other shoe to drop, there's a number who are just as eager to prevent it as I am. I might be an illusion trying to keep the flashflood at bay, but should it happen and the attempts I assist with fail, I will dissipate having spared no recourse or resource. To quote a wise man "we do what we can because we must".

Prayer
Merciful unicorn, please open our eyes, our minds, inspire the conviction of a Kingdom to fight for all we hold dear. Also, Blessed Unicorn, should I die-keep the damned Feldanes at bay. Creepy sons of bitches. In the name of Order and righteousness. (ie: amen)

celeste_rta

celeste_rta - Believe - The Bravery

09-Nov-2009 6:42p

The faces all around me they don't smile they just crack
Waiting for our ship to come but our ships not coming back
We do have time like pennies in a jar
What are we saving for [x2]

There's a smell of stale fear that's reeking from our skins.
The drinking never stops because the drinks absolve our sins
We sit and grow our roots through the floor
But what are we waiting for? [x2]

[chorus]
So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breathe
And I need something more
To keep on breathing for
So give me something to believe

Something's always coming you can hear it in the ground
It swells into the air
With the rising
Rising sound
And never comes but shakes the boards and rattles all the doors
What are we waiting for [x2]

[chorus]

I am hiding from some beast
But the beast was always here
Watching without eyes
Because the beast is just my fear
That I am just nothing
Now its just what I've become
What am I waiting for
Its already done

Oh

[chorus]
So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breath
And I need something more
To keep on breathing for
So give me something to believe

celeste_rta

fiamme_rta - Noble House Play ahoy! (OOC)

10-Nov-2009 7:47a

So I'm working on something at the moment that is going to involved a lot of +mail and negotiation, but that I'm hoping will make one of the more invisible dimensions of Amber more visible.

All those nobles? When they're not duelling in the streets, seducing one another, working at day jobs or charging into battle, does that mean they're lolling about eating bonbons? No! They're gainfully employed in protecting their interests, ruining their rivals, and either oppressing or ministering to the poor, depending on personal inclination.

I'm hoping to get some stuff started via gossip which will give a sense of where the Order of Clarity fits into all this, but I've learned my lesson about trying to do it scene by scene. This, it turns out, is similar to trying to play a game of chess by posing individually "pawn to Knight 4", as opposed to the "look at the board" style where in a couple of poses you reveal you play masterfully, or appallingly, or unevenly, etc, without needing to know where your bishop is. Add to that, I've never yet had a scene go exactly how I've expected it to -- I've ended in some very unexpected hot water when I think I'm being Smooth, Urbane and Charming.

So, does this mean it's all going to be colour, without conflict? Depends really -- I've got a peculiar +sheet with all sorts of non-charging-the-enemy-with-a-lance skills that might be relevant, when it comes to "do I take a consequence?"

I may even be able to offer something tangible to people who cooperate. I guess what I'm wondering is, would this actually add to the game for anyone, or is everyone who wants this kind of stuff getting more than enough already?

fiamme_rta

roadtoamber - Recent Player Posts

09-Nov-2009 1:01a

fiamme_rta: IC Note - might be back!
nimue_rta: Making Friends
wardah_rta: Sailing Towards Monsters
kirra_rta: Changes
kirra_rta: Training

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fiamme_rta - IC Note - might be back!

09-Nov-2009 5:46p

Had some incorrect facts, so I may replace the note when it's less wrong. Move along! Nothing to see here! :)

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nimue_rta - Making Friends

08-Nov-2009 3:18a

The last several days have seen to favor me with new friends.

First, I get a letter of apology from the Prince Marshal for interrupting my conversation with his brother in the coffeehouse with the invitation to help me contact him again. And so I took him up on the offer, and surprised Caine by contacting him through a trump. It was an odd conversation, and in the end, I got him to agree to a meeting with me to pick up our conversation.

And what a conversation it was. I learned a lot about the man, this supposed enemy to Rebma. I have my own ideas of certain things. It is an enigma I seek to solve, to pick up the truth of things.

And after the meeting, I spoke once more with the Prince Marshal. To question him about a situation involving a sofa between he and his brother. More did I learn from him about his brother, about things going on. I took with me a new way of looking at a few pieces of information.

From him, I was given a letter introducing me to the acting Knight Commander, Fiamme Chantris of the Order of Clarity. I went to speak with her, and recognized it as being the place where Caine was when I spoke to him through his brother's trump. Intriguing, yes. As was the conversation with Dame Fiamme. I believe she thinks me naive and silly. Perhaps even stupid. I can't help the way I feel about the things that I have discovered. I know the danger. I know it quite will.

She gave me five letters of introduction as well to various others. I guess I will be meeting these other people in the days ahead.

I find myself on an interesting path. And I think there are those that will be pleased with it.

nimue_rta

wardah_rta - Sailing Towards Monsters

08-Nov-2009 2:43a

I find myself on a boat heading back towards Alhambra. Different than taking a caravan back home.

At least I have interesting company for the trip in the Captain of the ship that I am on. A very interesting woman. She and her crew have made me welcome, and I have repaid them with music and a tale that earned me applause and the promise of returning to sail with them any time I wished in the future.

The trip shall be short. The Captain says we should reach Alhambra tomorrow. And from there, we go to investigate rumors of monsters. Perhaps I might even get lucky with finding clues to finding the phoenix that I seek.

wardah_rta

kirra_rta - Changes

08-Nov-2009 2:07a

The entry is dated at the top, the entry's handwriting below fluid and neat.

I feel... wonderful. I feel.. energized.

I danced in the moonlight, ran within the forest, found myself.

I must take some time out and go hunting, do some training.

It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.

kirra_rta

kirra_rta - Training

08-Nov-2009 12:15a

The entry is dated at the top, the entry's handwriting below fluid and neat.

I have been given gifts by the smith - one is of a beautiful blade that could be a long dagger, or a very short sword. It's the perfect length to match me from hip to knee, or perhaps better said to be the exact length of my thigh. The steel itself has a pattern etch into it, that of a wolf at a full run, tip of it's muzzle pointed along the length of the blade and it's tail to the hilt. It is /beautiful/. Along with it, I have also been given a proper practice sword of wood, the right length and weight for me to use.

With those gifts, I have finally started some training with the smith. I met him on the grounds the other afternoon for my first evaluation by him as to how I might do. He told me to pick up one of the practice swords, and then try and hit him. I think in the end, I surprised him. Even surprised myself by the fact that I managed to keep him from hitting me as well. Never fought with a blade before. Now the fun will begin.

Celeste has gone and gotten herself stabbed. I don't know what to say or do there. I spoke with the smith and he basically told me she's a big girl and can take care of herself, and figure out what she should do on her own. And yet.. I just.. want to growl. I will keep my nose out of it. But, she is self-destructing.. and it worries me greatly.

But, I am at least happy now. I accepted a marking, a claiming of sorts. It brings me happiness to wear it, to know that he cares enough to not only craft this beautiful design for the mark he gave me on my back. I've tried to sketch it, though looking in a mirror is not quite so easy to do!

The days ahead will bring some change though for us. Our lady of fire will be leaving us, to tend to business. I fear for her, uncertain what will happen. Our smith will not handle anything bad happening to her very well, and hopefully, I will be able to take care of him should.. something happen.

kirra_rta

roadtoamber - Recent Player Posts

08-Nov-2009 1:01a

emma_rta: Dear diary,
benedict_rta: Should I eat him all at once, or let the other guests partake?
robin_rta: Where's Miranda?

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emma_rta - Dear diary,

07-Nov-2009 7:41p

They called me Lady Reaper. They asked me to pick one among them to be hunted to the death. And now, I must find a way to bring death to Murder. Vladimir really owes me, this time. Of course, he did introduce me to Snowy...

No. Chudevic owes me. Or maybe I'll owe him when all is said and done. Either way, I think I'm going to need something stronger than wine.

I do miss Gil, though I know he's doing important work off in Shadow for the Crown. And what happens, I wonder, if he doesn't return? Hopefully Llewella will make good on the request I made of her. Hopefully Julian will, as well. I wonder who's taking over the Hounds, though.

Redhand made a convenient reappearance. At least he paid for dinner. I just wish he looked less ... goodness, I don't know. Healthy.

I've a roommate for a few days. A rather unexpected roommate. He's promised he'll behave, and that he'll even be nice to the cats as long as they don't pee on him. I hope they don't. I'm sure he'll return the gesture.

Then there's Deirdre's son. Mordred. Nik hates him. I've mixed feelings. He did take me to a carnival, though; he even won me a stuffed monster in the axe toss. I'm afraid he's learned one of my guilty pleasures, though: cotton candy.

Still, on brighter notes, the work that we've done on the Blight seems to be working, albeit slowly. I'm terribly proud of Uncle Artemus for it. I'm also glad Cousin Irene has returned, even if she is almost insanely besotted with Anna. I feel sorry for the servants - any baby is bound to cry. Unicorn protect the servant that's holding the baby when she does, though! This is yet another wonderful reason for me not to actually marry Gil any time soon and produce babies. It'll rot my brain, I fear.

And I suspect I'll need my wits about me for a while to come. Murder's an utter psychopath, but he isn't stupid. Curse him.

Current Mood: tired

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benedict_rta - Should I eat him all at once, or let the other guests partake?

08-Nov-2009 12:29a

( Emma chooses a victim for the Hunt. Betrayal is plotted. An old god tells how he created the world by accident. )

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robin_rta - Where's Miranda?

07-Nov-2009 12:22a

A very good question. It wouldn't really be true to the character, though, to give just one answer; so, instead, here are three equally valid possibilities. Pick whichever appeals to you most. You will probably not be far wrong.

( Read more... )

Current Mood: pensive

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07-Nov-2009 1:01a

valentine_rta: [OOC] Heading Out

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valentine_rta - [OOC] Heading Out

06-Nov-2009 1:03p

It's been fun, but when RL has kept me so busy I haven't done a scene in two months, it's time for me to bow out. Valentine is off to the jungles of Cibola for the indefinite future, and probably permanently as game-time goes. If there are any lingering plot threads I have with anyone that need wrapping, please drop me +mail, and I'll check that over the next few weeks to work that out.

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roadtoamber - Recent Player Posts

06-Nov-2009 1:01a

petruspitello: OOC Update and other nonsense
zhaoyi_rta: Private Notes On A Random Pile Of Scrolls
benedict_rta: "Caaaaaaaaaaaaaptain." This cannot be good.
benedict_rta: Faelin lowers her bow and waits a moment...

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petruspitello - OOC Update and other nonsense

05-Nov-2009 9:22p

I took on a new job recently and have been pretty busy. Also,my router is sucking pretty massively. I should find some more time to play as I slowly dig myself out of my hole. I'm in the Eastern US timezone now.

On a completely unrelated note: I hate it when players make it known who is a staff PC. Detest it. With a passion. Please use more tact in referring to each other and/or yourselves with respect to that subject.

Edit: I'd also rather not know who is not a staff PC, if that's okay with folks. Mostly, I'm just fed up with the fact that after a couple years I think people are slipping a little, and there may or may not be one or more specific incidents that have upset me. If you need a crash course in what's wrong with letting information slip a little bit, let me know and I'll point you at a place that makes you appreciate the incredible objectivity and professionalism that staff at RTA practice.

Current Music: Haddaway - What is Love

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zhaoyi_rta - Private Notes On A Random Pile Of Scrolls

06-Nov-2009 12:37a

Months of ship living is very bad for complexion.

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Food is terrible in Amber. Must send words home for a boiler chicken. Someone thoughtfully sent me a bird. My ninja caught it when it came through the window. It is a bit skinny, but still delicious. It even has a piece of paper attached to it. I think it might be an invoice. Couldn't read the language, but ninja said it looks like Caine's chop at the end. Amber princes are so cheap. Burnt the invoice. I'm not paying.

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Chantris promised to let me live in their house. Heard they are the most cultured of the lot. Very delighted.

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Chantris ran into a serious case of pests on their premise. Won't be moving in after all. More ship living.

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Tried to give presents to a Mandrake. She lectured on how bribery is not received nicely in Amber. Had the Voice knee and plead until she accepted it. No wonder Julian is having all those problems with his tiny city. No government body can function without exchange of gifts. Ran into Celeste later a few times. Does she think I don't understand their primitive language?

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Gave gifts to Beatrice. Much nicer reception there. I am a little concerned over the identity of her husband. He looks awfully familiar somehow. Remind me of a story I heard. No, those can't be his bloodline. I will check with dad later.

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Culver and his party. Dad threw a tantrum at me. I tossed the matter at my maid. She had to look up on the map. It is actually a graveyard, rather fitting for a Feldane party. No other sovereign power exists in the Most Holy Land of His Divinity.

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After months of living on the junk, finally have a place to go! The rooms are up in the Royal Hallway. I'm very flattered.

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Found out I can't go live there yet. I have to get my Formal Introduction first. The rooms are far too small. It barely fit all my slippers.

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Sent words to Feldane too. They have a lot of properties. Should begin to look for a good place to settle the embassy.

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There is no good tea in Amber.

Current Mood: busy

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benedict_rta - "Caaaaaaaaaaaaaptain." This cannot be good.

05-Nov-2009 10:54p

( Colonel Colynn, Benedict's Master of Horse, suggests to Taleyn that she look into where Hippo is. For those who are keeping track of such things, Culver Feldane has him. )

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benedict_rta - Faelin lowers her bow and waits a moment...

05-Nov-2009 6:16p

Benedict has asked Faelin to meet him at the edge of the little city, and to be prepared for hunting. He is in slumming duds, which means he is better-dressed than anyone else here, but nobody is trying to take his clothes from him.

( Faelin does Benedict a favour, and ends up with a lungful of air from the Drain. )

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roadtoamber - Recent Player Posts

05-Nov-2009 1:01a

fiamme_rta: Black Road hooks logs
fiamme_rta: Excerpt from a letter
adrianna_rta: This Fire that burns, this dream that haunts.
nimue_rta: Strange Ramblings
nimue_rta: New Position
kirra_rta: Days of Change

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fiamme_rta - Black Road hooks logs

05-Nov-2009 10:39a

I mentioned to a couple of people there were logs of this stuff, then realised they were horribly hard to find. My failure to catch on to the importance of tags didn't help. This is a kind of "greatest hits of Fiamme's Road references" thing for people I've recently discussed this with. Most of this is 'public record' stuff, for a given value of public.

Black Road Stuff

1) Infection - (Voted Most Likely To Become Zombie Minion). Believe me, people were looking sideways at Fiamme and her 11 knights for a while. Can't imagine why. Longish log, lots of people.

benedict-rta.livejournal.com/80852.html

2) Symptoms - a couple of the more public examples of symptoms.

Short, for the attention challenged: (dishevelled, bloody handed, incoherent)
fiamme-rta.livejournal.com/11210.html#cutid1

Minor and subtle: (Mostyn vs Fiamme: on arranging glasses)
fiamme-rta.livejournal.com/12069.html#cutid1

3) Attempts at cure/control (these are probably trickier to justify knowing detals about: but both resulted in fewer of the above symptoms for a while).

Dylan's help (indirect reference only), involving some cool gifts he had. No actual log of the scene though sadly.
fiamme-rta.livejournal.com/9361.html

Lucretia's assistance -- log : fiamme-rta.livejournal.com/9652.html#cutid1

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roadtoamber - MUSH is back up

04-Nov-2009 4:51p

Our hosting service is performing emergency maintenance for the next several hours.

I'll try to have the game up as soon as possible, but I have no idea when this will be.

EDIT (11 pm Eastern): Game is back up and the maintenance window is over.

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fiamme_rta - Excerpt from a letter

05-Nov-2009 7:44a

... Liam and his poetry. After we bored half of Surya's into immobility with our music-punctuated declaiming, he claimed a moral victory. Blank verse! I don't hold with those 'it's poetry if I say it is' categories -- verse ought to sit still while you whack it with a stick and not keep slithering out of the way, pretending to be prose.

We may have grounds for Chantrises to drink gratis, however, if we're not barred from the premises. I'm sure the number of coffees ordered rose with each stanza endured by the clientele. Speaking of endurance, how is Lettice these days? I hear that your engagement is...

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adrianna_rta - This Fire that burns, this dream that haunts.

04-Nov-2009 12:27p

I have done it, though it pained part of me to do so. I have torn away my bonds and have returned to freedom. Returned to what I am meant to be. And in this freedom, there is a new spark, a new inferno that will soon grow.

I return to Montevalno, to tell my father. But I will not linger there for long, just enough time so that those that wish to make the journey with me might join.

If I see it with my own eyes, perhaps it will leave my dreams. Certainly it may become a nightmare for others, but I must ask myself: Do I really care about them, anymore?

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nimue_rta - Strange Ramblings

04-Nov-2009 11:11a

I do not know what has happened. I met the enemy of Rebma in the coffeehouse. I sought answers. Truth. And I was given an answer I am not sure of. He left the coffeehouse, and while his brother told me I should give him time, I went after him. Too late though. Must find him again, and push for an answer, not this confusion that he gave me.

Lir help me.. it whispers in my head. It won't be quiet. Constant words...

In the dark, the dreary, the damp of night
The clickers, the crawlers, and clawers unite
They storm to the seas
They rush to the trees
The clickers, the crawlers, and clawers unite

In the stench, the vile, the wicked of moon
The clampers the croppers and clompers’ loom
They glop to the river
They burble and glibber
The clampers the croppers and the clompers loom

In the Dank, disgusting, odious eve
The clookers, the crompers and cloppers deceive
Trust one, you might
You’re in for a fright
Cause the clookers the crompers and cloppers deceive

In the Filthy, mournful horrific murk
The clickers, and crawlers and clawers lurk
The clampers the croppers and clompers’ work
As the clookers the crompers and cloppers smirk
Trust one you might
You’re in for a fright
My advice is don’t go out in the night…

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nimue_rta - New Position

04-Nov-2009 10:17a

With an invitation to speak with the Queen, I went off to the palace. Little did I know that my life would soon change. A whisper of my name in certain circles brought me to her attention, and with her niece speaking kindly of me as well, it would seem the Queen had decided who should take the empty position of the Cultural Affairs attache within the embassy in Amber City.

Me.

Can we say I was a little surprised? Before I knew it, my bags were packed, and I was heading to the embassy.

Once there, I had the fortune of meeting Princess Llewella, a beautiful woman, who seemed a little tired during our conversation. So much to be taken on by her in recent weeks. Our conversation was enjoyed, and I think she took a liking to my idea of how to involve some of the recent misplaced Rebmans within the city.

Here's to getting the idea set up soon.

nimue_rta

kirra_rta - Days of Change

04-Nov-2009 3:44a

The entry is dated at the top, the entry's handwriting below fluid and neat.

So many things are going on these days, and I don't know where to start.

I fear what is going on with Rebma, in the knowledge that I have of it's lost Pattern and what it might mean for us, for Amber, for the other places out there.

I have been working in the hospital, long shifts, tending to those that have come there. People scared, some filled with hatred. I do what I can for those who can be saved.

I faced a situation with the smith that almost left me to walk away from he and his lady. and in the end, I found a place where I do belong. At least for now.

I have been caught in the midst of conversations about love. I find it odd that someone comes to me. I admit, I cannot give good advice there, not in this situation, and it frustrates me. And it makes me think of what I have been through.

Why does the heart have to hurt so much at times? Why does it take so long to forget?

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