And Another Quest Begins...
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magicaddictI'm doing a lot of IC stuff at the moment. Lots of stuff either starting or in preparation at the moment, I suppose. Behold, the first entry in the diaries of Lexan DeWar since returning to the city of Amber, to find it a little different to the way he left it...
30.09.14
My life, speaking almost literally, lies in ruins.
Typically, as I move on, I am able to mark that the horizon has changed, but the view has stayed exactly the same. This is a little different.
My time in the Burrow came to an end some thirty six hours ago, at the hands of a powerful wanderlust that I confess to having had suspicions about the nature of, and which I was finally able to give my time to after accepting the Tenzar's public surrender. I hope those I have left in charge prove to be as effective administrators as I trained them to be. They showed promise, and care for their people.
My suspicions as to the nature of the draw were proved correct, but considering the circumstances, for first time in all of my exile, I truly wish I had been wrong. Home was calling me for the first time in thirty years, and led me back with as much ease as stepping through a door, though what I found upon my return will stay with even me for a long time. Fortune knows, I am no stranger to bloodshed on a grand scale, of both humans and other things, and thought I had seen just about every type of genocide this universe has to offer. Maybe inciting my return was some intentionally painful means of showing me I have much to learn, or maybe it was a desperate cry for help from the plane itself, or something between these extremes of modesty and arrogance. Either way, the carnage wrought upon the True Reality was evident even a fortnight after hostilities had ceased. The populace is decimated, the land is deeply out of balance, the castle is in pieces, my father and the rest of the elders are dead or gone...and worse, the Pattern lies broken under the encrusted blood of the Unicorn knows what.
Chaos, it would seem, has found a way to tip the balance. At the moment, they have been gone for some two weeks, and considering how much of what still lies dead around the place is not Amberite in heritage, it may be that they have retired to lick their wounds, granting a little breathing space. From the scale of the destruction, it can be postulated that they were victorious in their assault, but may be every bit as spent for it. We must hope they are, and rebuild as fast as possible. Small beings of chaos still roam the land freely, and the people fear to leave their homes. They are crying out for a leader; someone to take the skills they have a use them coherently. Undoubtedly if they knew my familial heritage they would laugh at such a proposition from one such as I, but before they know, I will demonstrate that I am not, and never was, my father's son.
He remains missing. I pray for his safety. For all our disagreements, I cannot bear the thought of never seeing him again. I want him to see what I have become, partly to earn his respect, and partly to show that I can control my own destiny. I find myself smiling at the thought of how he would respond; I hope that the years will have erased some of the disappointment, and may allow him to feel some pride in what I have become, and achieved.
I was summoned back with several others, none of which I knew, but each of them shift-capable and presumably of the same generation as myself. The group is disparate, but undoubtedly bears the qualities required by the Reality at this time. One, male named Phage, appears to have tendencies towards me as his leader - he attends me and seeks to follow rather than walk alongside. Perhaps his purpose is to once again demonstrate leadership to these people, but likely again I outthink and overestimate myself. Time will show the answer. Another, female named Kris, is off-hand and dismissive. Difficult to work with, but is set on her purpose of attempting to rebuild the pattern. How she intends to do this I have no idea, but if she can handle that side of things while I rebuild the rest of everything, then we surely have a common purpose and she will come to see this in time. The three others did not deign to give their names, though did not ask mine either. One, a woman, is subdued - perhaps she has more knowledge about the situation that she is letting on, or is closer to what happened. Another, male, is disturbingly glib about the situation, but is setting his sights on the Primal Pattern. I gather he intends to do the same job as Kris. Again, this will prove useful. The final one, male, remains a mystery at the moment, but no doubt he will reveal himself in time, or has something to hide.
The horizon changes. The landscape is marginally different, but the job remains the same. Tomorrow, I go out and begin to win a war for a people who will never truly know who I am.
Though this time, I may go further.
This time, I fail to see why I should leave. I am a Prince of the blood, and occupy a position on the line of succession. Right now, for all I know, I may be the rightful King of Amber.
I'll be damned if I'm going anywhere before I find out.
30.09.14
My life, speaking almost literally, lies in ruins.
Typically, as I move on, I am able to mark that the horizon has changed, but the view has stayed exactly the same. This is a little different.
My time in the Burrow came to an end some thirty six hours ago, at the hands of a powerful wanderlust that I confess to having had suspicions about the nature of, and which I was finally able to give my time to after accepting the Tenzar's public surrender. I hope those I have left in charge prove to be as effective administrators as I trained them to be. They showed promise, and care for their people.
My suspicions as to the nature of the draw were proved correct, but considering the circumstances, for first time in all of my exile, I truly wish I had been wrong. Home was calling me for the first time in thirty years, and led me back with as much ease as stepping through a door, though what I found upon my return will stay with even me for a long time. Fortune knows, I am no stranger to bloodshed on a grand scale, of both humans and other things, and thought I had seen just about every type of genocide this universe has to offer. Maybe inciting my return was some intentionally painful means of showing me I have much to learn, or maybe it was a desperate cry for help from the plane itself, or something between these extremes of modesty and arrogance. Either way, the carnage wrought upon the True Reality was evident even a fortnight after hostilities had ceased. The populace is decimated, the land is deeply out of balance, the castle is in pieces, my father and the rest of the elders are dead or gone...and worse, the Pattern lies broken under the encrusted blood of the Unicorn knows what.
Chaos, it would seem, has found a way to tip the balance. At the moment, they have been gone for some two weeks, and considering how much of what still lies dead around the place is not Amberite in heritage, it may be that they have retired to lick their wounds, granting a little breathing space. From the scale of the destruction, it can be postulated that they were victorious in their assault, but may be every bit as spent for it. We must hope they are, and rebuild as fast as possible. Small beings of chaos still roam the land freely, and the people fear to leave their homes. They are crying out for a leader; someone to take the skills they have a use them coherently. Undoubtedly if they knew my familial heritage they would laugh at such a proposition from one such as I, but before they know, I will demonstrate that I am not, and never was, my father's son.
He remains missing. I pray for his safety. For all our disagreements, I cannot bear the thought of never seeing him again. I want him to see what I have become, partly to earn his respect, and partly to show that I can control my own destiny. I find myself smiling at the thought of how he would respond; I hope that the years will have erased some of the disappointment, and may allow him to feel some pride in what I have become, and achieved.
I was summoned back with several others, none of which I knew, but each of them shift-capable and presumably of the same generation as myself. The group is disparate, but undoubtedly bears the qualities required by the Reality at this time. One, male named Phage, appears to have tendencies towards me as his leader - he attends me and seeks to follow rather than walk alongside. Perhaps his purpose is to once again demonstrate leadership to these people, but likely again I outthink and overestimate myself. Time will show the answer. Another, female named Kris, is off-hand and dismissive. Difficult to work with, but is set on her purpose of attempting to rebuild the pattern. How she intends to do this I have no idea, but if she can handle that side of things while I rebuild the rest of everything, then we surely have a common purpose and she will come to see this in time. The three others did not deign to give their names, though did not ask mine either. One, a woman, is subdued - perhaps she has more knowledge about the situation that she is letting on, or is closer to what happened. Another, male, is disturbingly glib about the situation, but is setting his sights on the Primal Pattern. I gather he intends to do the same job as Kris. Again, this will prove useful. The final one, male, remains a mystery at the moment, but no doubt he will reveal himself in time, or has something to hide.
The horizon changes. The landscape is marginally different, but the job remains the same. Tomorrow, I go out and begin to win a war for a people who will never truly know who I am.
Though this time, I may go further.
This time, I fail to see why I should leave. I am a Prince of the blood, and occupy a position on the line of succession. Right now, for all I know, I may be the rightful King of Amber.
I'll be damned if I'm going anywhere before I find out.
