[Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift
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				Title: <strong>[Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-02-2007, 18:57:41</strong>
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				Today's the day. &nbsp;Today is your eighteenth birthday: your formal coming of age. &nbsp;Desired or dreaded, sought or fought, it is here.<br><br>For weeks, preparations have been underway for the celebration Mother is throwing on behalf of her four younger children. &nbsp;The party is expected to last for at least a week, with all the logistical nightmares that usually accompany such matters! &nbsp;And there have been rumors, only in whispers, that there is also another ceremony involved, one not seen since Prince Adnan and Princess Aysel turned eighteen, many years ago.<br><br>Your older siblings have not only returned to the palace from their current projects across the Empire, but have been much in evidence. &nbsp;For Darius and Adnan, this is not at all surprising: socializing is what they do. &nbsp;For Indira, it is unusual. For Aysel...it's astoundingly out of character. &nbsp;None of them have had much time for you, but when one of you has attracted their attention for a few moments, they all seem proud and pleased.<br><br>Today you are all awakened early. &nbsp;A small and private breakfast is served. &nbsp;After that, your daily ablutions are accompanied by tittering and exciteable servants, who wash and groom you thoroughly and dress you in formal robes that arrived earlier this week...specially tailored, resplendent with your personal symbols and colors. &nbsp;After that, you are summoned to an audience chamber just outside the Great Courtyard...where Mother waits alongside Adnan.<br><br>You've seen her look this majestic, this beautiful...but not very often. &nbsp;She smiles beautifically at each of you, offering maternal hugs as she names you.<br><br>"Jacob, my dearest! &nbsp;Inanna, sweetling! &nbsp;Danesh...dear boy. &nbsp;And Zephyr. &nbsp;It is nearly time. &nbsp;Adnan will talk you through your part. &nbsp;For now, I must go preside over the beginning of the ceremonies."<br><br>One last smile at Jacob, and she glides out to join her attendants for the beginning procession out to the waiting crowds. &nbsp;Outside, you can hear the roar of the crowd growing louder as they cheer their beloved Empress.<br><br>Adnan grins at you, an easy and confident look. &nbsp;His robes are as new as yours, but more subdued: you are the center of attention, today. &nbsp;You and Mother, that is. &nbsp;<br><br>"You've heard rumors, of course. &nbsp;About some secret ceremony, am I right?"<br><br>His grin widens, his eyes twinkle.<br><br>"They're all <em>true</em>. &nbsp;Come along. &nbsp;I'll explain as we go."<br><br>He leads you deeper into the palace, past heavily guarded doors to a heavy reinforced portal you've never seen before.<br><br>"You know, naturally, that we are royalty. &nbsp;You also know, having heard it all your lives, that we are partly divine. &nbsp;The Lion of Heaven favors us so much that he fathered our line in the misty past...<em>if</em> you believe the tales. &nbsp;What you are about to see is something wonderful...something which is ours and ours alone."<br><br>He produces a key from his robes and unlocks the last door, revealing a short corridor and then a stairway spiralling down into darkness. &nbsp;From somewhere below, you catch some warm and golden glow as if from some fire left untended. &nbsp;Still leading, Adnan's voice grows both softer and more reverent as you descend.<br><br>"Here are your instructions. &nbsp;On the floor of the cave at the bottom of these stairs, there is a glowing pattern like a great labyrinth set in the living rock. &nbsp;You are to set foot on it and walk from start to finish. &nbsp;Do not stop. &nbsp;Do not step off of the glowing lines. &nbsp;Do <em>not</em> bleed upon it...this is sacred ground, the very pawprint of the Lion of Heaven. &nbsp;When you reach the center, which I have no doubt you can all do, rest for a few minutes. &nbsp;Then imagine yourselves in the Great Circle mosaic in the front courtyard. &nbsp;Do you understand these instructions?"<br><br>As he asks the final question, you come around the last bend in the stairway and see it: the crimson-golden glow has a source, and it is as he says!<br><br>"The Lion's Foot is before you, my brothers, my sister. &nbsp;This is your birthright. &nbsp;Go and walk."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>04-02-2007, 21:09:30</strong>
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				Jacob's been looking forward to the celebration for some time now.&nbsp; The formalities are likely to be...well, a bit boring, but there's no arguing with a week-long party.&nbsp; And it's certainly a fine thing to see all his older siblings in a good humor.<br><br>Mother's greeting is almost as surprising as it is pleasing, and for an instant he wonders if something is about to go horribly wrong.&nbsp; But when no sudden helpings of added responsibility are evidenced, he relaxes.<br><br>"I think I understand, brother."&nbsp; Jacob stares at the Lion's Foot for a moment, before glancing back at Adnan.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, he steps forward onto the pattern.
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>05-02-2007, 15:26:11</strong>
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				Zephyr's usual serious countenance turned into a frown when he realized he'll have to forgo his customary early morning jog for the sake of being waited upon and dressed by giggling servants as if he was a five-year old. If you asked him (which nobody did of course), the whole charade and festival was quite un-needed. It was the *other*, special ceremony he was itching to get to. While his siblings may or may not be clueless about what was about to transpire, Zephyr hadn't spent countless hours in research and study - not to mention badgering Indira with questions to the point she threatened at various times to ban him from the library - only to remain inknowledgeable, about what was about to transpire. At least partly.<br><br>He smiled cynically at his mother's 'warm' greeting to him. Any warmer and he'd have to put on a jacket, he mused. Still, he wasn't completely blameless - it's not like he was jovial and friendly himself. He was quite pleased, however, when it turned out they'd be heading straight... there.<br><br>When they had reached The Lion's Foot, Zephyr studied it carefully, trying to capture the route he would soon embark on in his mind before setting foot on the glowing pattern. All his studies paled in comparison with the raw majestic power emanating from the glowing artifact. He saw Jacob stepping forward, and waited a few moments to see how his brother fares before setting his own foot on the thing.
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				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 17:18:38</strong>
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				Danesh smiles and returns his mother's hug.&nbsp; A mixture of pleasure and business, mostly pleased.&nbsp; It was the thing to do, but it was nice to be doing so.&nbsp; He is quiet as he and his siblings are led downstairs.&nbsp; Not quite sure what to expect, but sure that whatever it is, he can handle.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, he is a little nervous, and his hand rests on his belt, about where his sword would be, should be.&nbsp; Left behind since the presence of the sword might make the others nervous.&nbsp; But, its presence would be comforting right now.&nbsp; Just to know it was there.<br><br>Danesh is stunned by the sight of the glowing Lion's Foot, and he moves to the side to study it.&nbsp; He starts to slip into a familiar train of thought, seeing the starting point, and thoughts of a route a possible attacker might use.&nbsp; He shakes his head, the thoughts unnecessary and perhaps heretical.&nbsp; He watches as Jacob, and then a moment, Zephyr start to walk the glowing lines.&nbsp; <br><br>Glancing at Inanna, he speaks for the first time.&nbsp; "Shall I go, or do you want to go next?"
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				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 21:23:23</strong>
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				(sorry for the holdup, I thought I'd posted already!)<br><br>Innana watches Jacob's first steps on the Pattern carefully, tracing the path with her eyes, a slight smile on her lips. The challenge would be the most interesting thing today by far. The light duty of the court, while entertaining in its own way, was not terribly stimulating. This, however, could prove quite...interesting.<br><br>She absently feels Danesh's gaze on her, hears his words as though from a slight distance. The glow of the Lion's Paw held her attention more than she had expected. It seemed to call to her, inviting her to step on it, but her tactical mind refused to commit without a little more observational evidence.<br><br>She smiles at him, a seemingly artless smile that is almost completely genuine. "My brother, I will follow in your steps."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 21:42:34</strong>
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				The next eternal hour is...strenuous.&nbsp; Adnan did not mention the sense of resistance, nor the sparks that flew up off of the Paw, nor the vague sense that every fibre of their being would feel as though it was being tested!&nbsp; But finally, soaked with sweat and panting for breath, all four of you stand in the center of the Lion's Paw.<br><br>Adnan is no longer there, watching from the 'start' of the Paw.&nbsp; You didn't see him go...but then he might have left at any time without your noticing.&nbsp; What were his next instructions again?<br><br>Oh, right.&nbsp; The Great Circle...<br><br>In a flash, you are there, standing in the middle of the front courtyard, surrounded by an awestruck crowd of nobles and notables.&nbsp; Before you can even ask 'how', you are each aware of another presence...<br><br>The great, golden form of the Lion of Heaven steps gracefully out from between the four of you, throws his head back, and <em>roars</em>!&nbsp; As the crowd quickly falls to its knees, there are six who remain standing--Mother, your four elder siblings, and the Ifrit.<br><br>Mother steps forward, smiling, and reaches out to stroke the Lion's mane...which it permits with casual feline dignity.<br><br>"Well done!&nbsp; Well done, indeed."<br><br>Still stroking the Lion between the ears, she turns to the onlookers.<br><br>"There are those among you who had doubts.&nbsp; There are those who question whether these were blood of my blood.&nbsp; You do not question now, I should think."&nbsp; She laughs softly.&nbsp; "My people, I present to you my younger children:&nbsp; Prince Jacob, Princess Inanna, Prince Danesh, and Prince Zephyr."<br><br>The applause which follows is deafening!
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 22:30:51</strong>
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				Jacob grits his teeth as he pushes his way across the intricate pattern of the Lion's Paw.&nbsp; The effort reminds him of trying to keep his feet through some of the worst beatings he's ever received, and so he pushes onward, determined not to be made a fool of; besides, whatever this strange ritual is for, he really doesn't want to disappoint the Lion of Heaven.<br><br>Then suddenly he's standing in the Great Circle, just as he'd pictured it.&nbsp; He stands straight, but holds still for a moment, unsure how to behave in the presence of the Lion itself, and definitely not about to ask with the crowd watching.&nbsp; Whatever just happened was amazing, though, even if he can't precisely describe how or why.
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				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 23:11:18</strong>
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				Danesh could refuse, and let the lady go first, but then, they might die of old age first.&nbsp; So, he settles down on the glowing line.&nbsp; Even from what he had been told, and seeing what Jacob and Zephyr are going thru, it is something of a shock.&nbsp; Any thought that Inanna is behind him is driven from his mind.&nbsp; Step by step, he forces himself to take.&nbsp; If they can do this, then so can he.<br><br>Despite the feeling that his whole body was being torn apart, despite the sparks and resistance that wanted to make him stop, he pushes on.&nbsp; After what seems like an eternity of pain, he breaks thru and stands at the end.&nbsp; Trying not to let on about the ordeal he has just gone thru, he waits, getting his breath back.&nbsp; Then, remember the part about the Grand Circle, he concentrates on it...<br><br>And suddenly, he is there.&nbsp; He starts to turn, to take it in, before the sight of the Lion freezes him in his tracks.&nbsp; He can only stare at the Lion, at its majesty, the urge to touch it strong, but unsure if he is worthy.&nbsp; So, he just watches the Lion, until the voice of his mother snaps him out of his daze.&nbsp; <br><br>One thing though, this was most definately a day to remember.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 01:17:12</strong>
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				Walking the Lion's Foot was like nothing she had ever done before. Even on the first step, she could feel strange energies tearing at her, only growing worse as she pressed on towards the center. Spikes of pain would sear through her legs, only to change suddenly into red hot spikes pressing at her eyes and temples until she reached a point where the sensation spread to cover her entire being, seeming to rip at her spirit as well as her flesh.<br><br>And yet she presses on, focusing her mind on the problem at hand, keeping the pattern firmly in her gaze even as sparks rise from it, trying to block the way. At certain points, she seems to hit a wall of resistance, not brick but almost..clinging to her curves, attempting to block her progress. But her will refuses to waver, and she pushes through, her mind distant and observant, aware but unfocused on anything more than forward motion.<br><br>And then, just as her body screamed that it would explode into shreds under the strain, it all suddenly vanished as she stepped into the center, joining the triad of her brothers, sheened with sweat and smiling in triumph. She closes her eyes, remembering Adnan's words as she runs a hand through her hair and envisions the courtyard. She is slow to open them, and more than a little suprised to find ehrself actually in the courtyard. But she barely has time to register that before the Lion appears before the group, driving her to her knees like all the others. She beams at the crowd, reveling in hte moment though stunned as to how it came to be.
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 09:49:49</strong>
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				Zephyr had gathered enough bits and hints of information over time to know that traversing the Lion's Paw was hard, demanding feat. And still he was taken by surprise at how hard it actually was. He was thankful now for the fact that he took the time to train and steel hid body nearly as much as his mind, for walking along the fiery lines drained them both in ways he did not think possible.<br><br>He was quite relieved when turning that last bend suddenly revealed Jacob standing clear beyond a wall of sparks, and a couple of steps later - that seemed to take an infinity nevertheless - he was standing by him, sweating and panting, but through.<br><br>When the Lion itself makes an appearance in the Great Circle, it's all he can do not to start bombarding his Mother, Indira and the great cat itself with endless questions. Instead, he just gives a wry smile and nods his head in acknowledgment at his Mother's introduction. 
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 15:18:01</strong>
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				Mother and the Lion take their leave, walking together toward the Temple.&nbsp; Apparently being High Priestess has its perks, and talking one on one with the manifestation of your deity is one of them.&nbsp; Your elder siblings close around you, even as the multitudes begin their festivities, and help you regain the temporary semi-quiet of the nearest hall.<br><br>Darius seems almost beside himself with glee: "Mother's gone all out!&nbsp; Now, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you four don't get to rest just yet.&nbsp; While the people get to begin feasting and dancing now, it's all informal.&nbsp; You four must still go and hold an audience so that the various visiting emissaries can pay their respects.&nbsp; After that, we take our supper.&nbsp; And after that..."<br><br>Indira cuts in, her voice a bit softer than usual: "We meet in the library for a little family business.&nbsp; Nothing too major."&nbsp; She glances at Adnan.&nbsp; "Unless there's a problem?"<br><br>Adnan shakes his head.&nbsp; "Nope."<br><br>Only Aysel keeps her peace, keeping an alert watch as if expecting an attack.
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 16:00:13</strong>
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				Zephyr groaned audibly at Darius' words about holding audience for various diplomats and bootlickers. He could never stomach 'affairs of state' which basically meant - as he saw it - spreading false smiles and listening to inane anecdotes from people who had agendas a mile long and only wanted you for whatever it was they thought they could get through you.<br><br>Alas, it's part of the job description, he told himself with a mental shrug. Indira's words, however, gave him pause. He had grown to know her as a master of understatement over the years. He wondered how serious this 'non too major' business was....
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 17:41:40</strong>
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				Jacob does his level best not to look too bored with the idea of meeting the emissaries, something he's always been content to let Darius handle.&nbsp; Still, it's probably just the once...and since the four of them still hold no particular position, there's not much favor for the visitors to compete for, save for general bootlicking.&nbsp; So it should just be a matter of annoyance, not something that requires a delicate touch to handle.<br><br>"I suppose we'd better go.&nbsp; I'd hate to keep our visitors waiting."&nbsp; He had to wonder, though, just what this 'family business' was...hopefully something to do with the Lion's Paw, for which Jacob still wanted an explanation.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 17:44:45</strong>
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				"It isn't that bad," Darius laughs.&nbsp; "They're just paying respects.&nbsp; A few words apiece.&nbsp; You nod and smile and say thanks, and then on to the next one.&nbsp; You think this is bad, wait until one of you gets married!&nbsp; I've been to a few of those receptions already, and let me tell you, Mother keeps things streamlined."
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 23:17:28</strong>
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				Jacob represses a shudder at the thought.&nbsp; "For <em>that</em>, I think waiting will suit me just fine."&nbsp; They may as well get the audience over with, he figures.
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				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 00:51:02</strong>
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				Danesh remains quiet as he and his siblings are told about meeting with the emissaries, but doesn't look to pleased with it.&nbsp; Trying to smooth out any expression from his face, he waits to get this all over with.&nbsp; He can only wonder what kind of business might await them later.&nbsp; It is probable they will find out soon enough.<br><br>Noticing Aysel on alert, his eyes scan about for any possible threat, but there is just the family, Indira, and the usual servants about.&nbsp; Maybe there is a threat there, but then, servants would have almost any chance to attack, whether to kill or kidnap, so why now?&nbsp; Then again, might make a bigger impact if it happened today.<br><br>Letting out a soft sigh, he gestures off in the direction of the audience hall.&nbsp; Eager to be done with this.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 01:24:28</strong>
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				Inanna laughes at her brothers' reactions to the news that the next event would be a simple paying-of-respects. It's a light, musical sound, one of gentle teasing rather than anything negative.<br><br>"Oh brothers, he way you carry on and pout, one would believe that mother had asked us to remove our hands and place them on pikes at the corners of the wall. It is only proper that those who visit our realm frequently be formally introduced to those of us newly elevated. I promise it will almost certainly be less painful than being dressed and such this morning."<br><br>She is herself fairly happy to be introduced as an official Princess of the family at last. It has seemed that they were to live forever in the shadows of their older siblings, but now they would have a chance to start building a legacy for themselves.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 04:33:30</strong>
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				The reception is about what Darius promises: a seemingly endless line of nobles, notables, emissaries, dignitaries, and simple yet fortunate commoners filing past to pay their humble respects.&nbsp; Most give their names.&nbsp; Some give their titles.&nbsp; A few, generally commoners, are so overwhelmed with the honor of meeting royals...<em>divine</em> royals...that they can do little more than bow wordlessly.<br><br>At long last, the line dwindles.&nbsp; Darius returns to escort his younger siblings to supper.<br><br>"Well?&nbsp; Was it truly horrible?"&nbsp; He laughs good-naturedly.&nbsp; "I see they let a few ordinary people in this time.&nbsp; That's good.&nbsp; By such tricks, one retains the life-long loyalty of the people.&nbsp; If any of you haven't, I'd suggest developing a good memory for names."
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 05:37:50</strong>
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				Jacob bears the long line of nonsense with good grace, smiling and nodding in all the right places.&nbsp; It doesn't bother him to deal with commoners, although he doesn't see much point in them coming if they can't even muster the courage to speak.<br><br>He shakes his head as his brother approaches, keeping his voice low so that nobody unrelated to him will hear.&nbsp; "Not horrible.&nbsp; Boring, perhaps.&nbsp; But I think I remember most of them."&nbsp; Much as he'd rather not have to test that knowledge, Jacob does have a decent head for details.
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				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 12:07:54</strong>
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				Danesh cannot recall pouting, but lets it slide without comment.&nbsp; Not that it was worth comment.&nbsp; Smiling and nodding and shaking hands as needed, trying to draw out the names of a few commoners, but they are so awestruck, he has little success.<br><br>Giving a shake of his head at Darius' question.&nbsp; "No, to too horrible," he says softly, just for the ears of his siblings.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 12:37:58</strong>
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				Zephyr manages not to scowl throughout the reception, though had a hard time following through to actual smiling on more than a few occasions. He was relieved when Darius' arrival signaled the affair's conclusion and they left the hall to supp.<br><br>"Definitely not the highlight of my day, Brother" he answers, wondering if things are about to look better or worse now.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 17:48:16</strong>
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				"No?&nbsp; Well, then, you'll appreciate what will follow supper, I think."<br><br>Darius grins.<br><br>"Adnan and Indira will handle that.&nbsp; Aysel and I are going to keep the festivities going."
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 18:21:35</strong>
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				"I'll look forward to it."&nbsp; Darius certainly makes the 'family business' sound like a good thing, although Jacob knows to be leery of taking things at face value when it comes to his family.&nbsp; He glances back at his other siblings.&nbsp; "Let's go eat, then."&nbsp; Traversing the Lion's Paw certainly worked up an appetite.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 20:17:31</strong>
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				Supper is, as could be easily supposed, festive--there is the usual food fit for the Imperial Court, entertainment in the form of dancers and musicians, and a general atmosphere of celebration.&nbsp; Once all four of you have had ample time to satisfy your appetites, a discrete servant sumons each of you to the library.<br><br>Whether you go together or separately, and whether or not you speak amongst yourselves, is up to you...
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 21:56:59</strong>
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				Inevitably, Jacob eats twice as much as almost anybody else, though he always keeps to his manners.&nbsp; It wouldn't do to disgrace the family.<br><br>His curiosity is beginning to seriously eat at him by the time the summons arrives, but he doesn't speak up to speculate just yet.&nbsp; Someone might overhear, and who knows what kind of rumors could get started?
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				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 00:40:44</strong>
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				(you people and your darn fast responses! Every other game I'm in is moving at a snail's pace, and I keep forgetting to check this thread)<br><br>Inanna picked lightly at her food, her mood soured a bit by her brother's constant complaints about the preceeding events. It wasn't as though they hadn't been informed of their duties as members of the royal family from an early age...it was only sloth that prevented them from finding some way to entertain themselves during such events.<br><br>As for herself, she had smiled, accepted kisses on the hand, and laughed and charmed as appropriate. One never knew when one of these petty mobles would be important for something, so it made sense to know them as well as possible.<br><br>Still, by the time the summons arrived, Inanna was more than ready to move on to something else. She threw her brothers a questioning look as she glided across the floor towards the library.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 13:33:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danesh eats his fill, not stuffing himself like Jacob.&nbsp; How does he do that?&nbsp; He can only shake his head once more at his brother's appetite. Turning, he watches the others while they wait for the summons, sipping from his drink on occasion.&nbsp; It would not do to get drunk at a time like this.&nbsp; Then again, when would be a good time to get drunk?<br><br>Mentally sighing at the pointless question, as if he would get drunk in the first place, he can see that they are being summoned.&nbsp; Setting his drink down, he gets to his feet.&nbsp; Following after Inanna.&nbsp; Ladies first this time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 20:49:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr is withdrawn during supper, contemplating the days events. Well, walking the Lion's Paw to be exact, there was little for him to contemplate about the inane reception that followed. But he was curious about what was coming up next, this so called 'family business'.<br><br>He was quick to rise then, when the summons came to head to the library, sparing only a cursory glance to see that his siblings were also rising to head there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 20:57:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The library in question is not the larger one on the main floor, but the smaller, 'private' one in the family wing.&nbsp; Adnan and Indira are already there.&nbsp; She paces in a circle off to one side, and he merely waits, leaning against a table with crossed arms.&nbsp; There is a small pile of cloth-wrapped bundles, each the size of a small book, next to him.<br><br>Adnan's face brightens as you enter.<br><br>"And here you are!&nbsp; Well, well, well...here.&nbsp; These are for you.&nbsp; Secret family weapon, of sorts."<br><br>He starts handing out the bundles.<br><br>"Go on, have a look."<br><br>The bundles contain decks of cards, carefully wrapped in silk...ten cards in all, with a picture on one side and a lion rampant on the reverse.&nbsp; Hey, wait a minute! Those pictures look like...this one's Mother!&nbsp; And the next is Indira!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 21:25:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a moment of surprise, Inanna flips through the deck, looking carefully at each card, marvelling at the level of detail in them.<br><br>After a moment, she looks up, holding her own card and smiling slightly. "Has someone been scetching me when I wasn't looking? I'm sure I'd remember posing for something this intricate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 21:29:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adnan grins.<br><br>"You didn't.&nbsp; I have a <em>very</em> good memory."<br><br>And he bows politely.<br><br>"What you see, dear siblings, is something called a Trump.&nbsp; Not our name for them, but I am promised that this is what they ought to be called.&nbsp; These can be used to contact each other across great distances...and even provide for transport.&nbsp; It's a form of magic, you might say."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 21:38:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob unwraps his own set carefully, unsure just how fragile the cards might be.&nbsp; He sorts through them, one by one, examining the likenesses.&nbsp; "Amazing," he comments softly.&nbsp; "How do they work?"<br><br>A thought suddenly strikes, and he looks up at Adnan curiously.&nbsp; "Are we being sent somewhere, brother?"&nbsp; Why else, he wonders, would they be given the means to contact each other at a distance?&nbsp; Are they about to get a taste of the duty their elder siblings are stuck with?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 21:43:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now that you've come into your own, yes...a short journey to show you what you are truly capable of doing.&nbsp; These," Adnan pulls another set of cards out of his own pocket and taps them, "are tools.&nbsp; You will understand them more fully in time.&nbsp; You use them by focusing all your attention on the card of the person you wish to contact.&nbsp; Eventually, usually, they may respond.&nbsp; It is not an exact matter.&nbsp; We will test them out later on, but I wanted you to get used to them now."<br><br>He laughs softly.<br><br>"Do <em>not</em> use Mother's unless it's a real emergency."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 22:02:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods, also chuckling as he peers down at his own card.&nbsp; They seem simple enough, but there's still the matter of why they suddenly need them.<br><br>"Where are we going?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 22:04:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll get to that soon enough.&nbsp; After we're done here, I suggest you all get a good night's rest, then prepare for a journey of about a week.&nbsp; Light gear only."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 22:20:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danesh looks thru the cards, impressed at the quality of work on them.&nbsp; Stopping to look at one that depicts him.&nbsp; Him, with a sword in the en garde position.&nbsp; One would have to wonder when it was done, but it is not like he hasn't been like that any number of times.<br><br>Something about what his brother has said sticks in his mind.&nbsp; "You said something about Trumps not being our name for these," he says, hand holding up the card in his hand.&nbsp; "Who calls them Trumps?"&nbsp; Very curious about possible outsiders, and any possible threat they may pose.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 22:22:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inanna looks at the cards with more respect, or at least respect for more than their artistry. She lingers on her brother Adnan's card for a moment, concentrating on it slowly, feeling the beginning of a presence within her mind before she breaks the nascent contact and returns the card to the stack.<br><br>"Well then, if this wasn't surprising enough," she says, "I can't wait to see what we'll be getting into next."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 02:00:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adnan nods at Danesh's question.<br><br>"Very good question.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the answer to that will have to wait.&nbsp; Not because I wish to keep it secret, but because you will understand better in a few days."<br><br>Indira gives a short, humorless, bark of laughter from her corner.<br><br>"Of course it will!&nbsp; One thing at a time..."<br><br>She motions to Zephyr.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 11:25:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr studies the cards slowly, one by one. He lingers longer on one or two, concentrating on the image and the person it represents like Adnan described, feeling the building up of a sort of bond between him and the card, and beyond, but then turning the card over, dispelling the effect.<br><br>His mind is working on idle in the background, listening to the conversation, absorbing information - both conveyed and withheld, for later inspection. He only looks up when Adnan mentions the week long journey.<br><br>"Who will be joining us for this little trip, brother?" he asks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 13:51:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danesh is unhappy with the answer, or lack thereof.&nbsp; If there someone out there with this kind of magic, are they or aren't they a threat?&nbsp; What reason could there be to withhold the information, at least for now.<br><br>Still a little unhappy, he sorts thru the deck, settling on Adnan's card.&nbsp; Holding off on doing anything with it for now, waiting for an answer to Zephyr's question.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 15:26:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=8740.msg314620#msg314620">Quote from: TheAlchemist on 13-02-2007, 11:25:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Who will be joining us for this little trip, brother?" he asks.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Only myself and our eldest sister.&nbsp; She has business elsewhere and will accompany us for the first part.&nbsp; Now, are there any more questions pertaining?"<br><br>His eyes twinkle.<br><br>"And you might as well stop trying to contact me through my own Trump.&nbsp; I'm right in front of you, after all!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 15:52:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True.&nbsp; But it seems like a good time to try, to get some idea of how these Trumps work.&nbsp; In a controlled situation, rather than on some trip, under adverse conditions.&nbsp; If you are unwilling, then perhaps another time."&nbsp; Danesh shrugs, starting to put the card in hand back in the deck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 16:09:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A demonstration would be more effective under different circumstances," Adnan grins.&nbsp; "And you will, from time to time, probably receive a few more.&nbsp; The ones for the various Temples I've constructed aren't quite ready just yet, and there's always the possibility of another generation sometime soon."<br><br>"That," Indira says dryly, "is a topic for another time.&nbsp; Zephyr, come here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 16:33:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pocketing his new Trump deck, Zephyr walks to the back of the room where his sister was standing. "Yes Indira, how may I be of service?" his smile is tight, but about as sincere as they come for him. Of all his siblings, Zephyr held Indira in highest regard, and felt closest to her - which wasn't saying much, as she rarely treated him with more than casual tolerance. But he did learn a lot from her, and hoped to learn even more in the future, perhaps the close one at that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 16:55:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We have things to discuss.&nbsp; And thank you for ignoring my signal."<br><br>Oops.&nbsp; She sounds a little less friendly than usual.<br><br>"The others will be traveling with Adnan.&nbsp; <em>You</em>...are coming with me.&nbsp; This is not open to discussion.&nbsp; Do you remember your lessons?"<br><br>The question must be rhetorical--she's drilled him for years on a number of seemingly pointless mental exercises and other, even more pointless theories.<br><br>"Pack for a two-week journey.&nbsp; We will not be to places with comfortable inns."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 22:08:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob shrugs, already mentally going over the list of what he'll need to pack for the journey as he wraps and pockets his deck of Trumps.&nbsp; It's not a very long list, other than his sword and provisions.<br><br>He avoids commenting on Indira's apparent ire, instead focusing on Adnan.&nbsp; "Should we go begin preparations?"&nbsp; From his brother's tone, Jacob isn't quite sure if there's more to this meeting...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 22:10:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I suppose you might as well.&nbsp; Pack and get some rest, and I'll meet you out in the front courtyard in the morning.&nbsp; I'd suggest selecting your mounts yourselves."<br><br>He nods.<br><br>"Good night, then."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 23:21:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr cringes inwardly at Indira's rebuke. Not a great move, angering her. " I apologize, I must have missed it, intrigued as I was by the Trumps." He glances back at Adnan and the rest. "Will we be leaving in the morning as well? I can be ready within the hour if needed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 23:23:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good night.&nbsp; And thank you, brother."&nbsp; Jacob bows slightly, before heading for the door.<br><br>He doesn't bother to enlist the servants to help him pack, partly because he enjoys being able to take care of himself but mostly because he's tired of dealing with them today.&nbsp; Jacob quickly loads up a large backpack with about ten days' worth of food and water (he doubts anything could delay the lot of them, but it's not as though he can't carry it), before adding a lantern, a whetstone, and a needle and thread.<br><br>After informing the stablemaster to have his preferred mount, a dappled grey, ready for tomorrow morning, Jacob retires to his bedchamber.&nbsp; Tomorrow is likely to be as long as it is interesting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>14-02-2007, 00:49:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inanna, as curious as any of the others but unwilling to play her cards just yet (especially when her family seemed to have decided to keep everything a mystery), simply smiles, curtsies, and goes to pack. In truth, it's a fairly simple job, consisting more than anything of telling the servants what to gather as she looked back and forth through the Trump deck, careful not to reveal them to the servants as they work.<br><br>Her load is quite light, considering she is rather slight compared to her hulking siblings. Food and water, carefully backed to minimize weight, along with general travel supplies and clothing. As they left, taking word to the stables to have her horse ready in the morning, she couldn't resist the temptation to try the magic of the Trumps a little further. She takes out Adnan's Trump once more and focuses on the image of her elder brother, letting her mind envision nothing else as her thought quested for him.<br><br>"Brother, is this another step in the tests that began on the Foot today?" she asks into the void.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>14-02-2007, 12:09:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danesh shrugs at Adnan's explanation.&nbsp; "I will defer to your judgement on that score, brother," he says, a little unhappily.&nbsp; This would seem like a good time, with no distractions, but it can wait.&nbsp; <br><br>Saying his good nights as he bows to Adnan and Indira, then makes his way to his rooms.&nbsp; He packs, setting food and water skins in a pack.&nbsp; Placing his sword and dagger next to them, he goes to bed.&nbsp; <br><br>Waking early, he dresses simply, then grabbing his things, he makes his way down to the stables.&nbsp; Making sure his horse is ready, a brown stallion with a white spot on his head, he steps outside, taking the time to limber up, practicing with his sword as he waits for the others.<br><br>Stopping as they 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-02-2007, 15:12:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=8740.msg314850#msg314850">Quote from: TheAlchemist on 13-02-2007, 23:21:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Zephyr cringes inwardly at Indira's rebuke. Not a great move, angering her. " I apologize, I must have missed it, intrigued as I was by the Trumps." He glances back at Adnan and the rest. "Will we be leaving in the morning as well? I can be ready within the hour if needed."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Indira's eyes narrow a little.&nbsp; Her face remains impassive...but she nods after a moment.<br><br>"Do be careful, little brother.&nbsp; A moment's inattention may prove your undoing.&nbsp; We leave with the others.&nbsp; Some of what Adnan has to say pertains to you as well.&nbsp; Go rest."<br><br>And then everyone goes their separate ways.&nbsp; The only interruption to general preparations comes in response to Inanna's curiousity:<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=8740.msg314861#msg314861">Quote from: Rayve13 on 14-02-2007, 00:49:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As they left, taking word to the stables to have her horse ready in the morning, she couldn't resist the temptation to try the magic of the Trumps a little further. She takes out Adnan's Trump once more and focuses on the image of her elder brother, letting her mind envision nothing else as her thought quested for him.<br><br>"Brother, is this another step in the tests that began on the Foot today?" she asks into the void.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The Trump grows cold in her hands.&nbsp; A moment later, she can hear Adnan's laughter in her head.&nbsp; She can almost see him, gazing down into this very courtyard from a high balcony...down at a tiny figure leading a horse...<br><br>"I thought one of you might try them out already!&nbsp; And yes, it is.&nbsp; But you'll understand more in the morning."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>14-02-2007, 15:59:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=8740.msg315112#msg315112">Quote from: MadPanda on 14-02-2007, 15:12:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Indira's eyes narrow a little.&nbsp; Her face remains impassive...but she nods after a moment.<br><br>"Do be careful, little brother.&nbsp; A moment's inattention may prove your undoing.&nbsp; We leave with the others.&nbsp; Some of what Adnan has to say pertains to you as well.&nbsp; Go rest."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Zephyr nods in understanding. " I will take note of your words, sister. Until the morning then." Zephyr adjourns to his quarters by way of the kitchens, where he collects supplies for a fortnight. He packs a couple of changes of clothes and a bedroll, and feeds Sallowyn before retiring. Rising before dawn, he goes for his customary jog, cutting the route shorter this time to allow him to be back in time to meet the rest. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-02-2007, 16:11:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adnan and Indira are waiting for you in the courtyard the next morning, both dressed for travel in simple, rugged clothes that belie their lofty status.&nbsp; They speak quietly to each other, pausing only long enough for Adnan to give a gesture of greeting to each of you as you arrive.&nbsp; Their horses, his soot-black palfrey and her dappled grey one, wait nearby.&nbsp; Finally they break apart.&nbsp; Indira mounts up at once, even as Adnan stretches his arms wide.<br><br>"Did you all sleep well?&nbsp; Good!&nbsp; We've a ways to go this morning."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>14-02-2007, 16:24:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr is already done with his jog, a quick wash and a small breakfast when he joins his older siblings. His brown mare is waiting for him, his pack affixed to the saddle already. He lets out a high pitched whistle, and a moment later Sallowyn descends from above, alighting on his shoulder. He greets the others as they arrive, nodding his hello.<br><br>When Indira mounts, Zephyr does the same, uttering a brief command which sends Sallowyn soaring up again, circling above them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>14-02-2007, 16:41:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob arrives shortly, leading his own chosen mount, with his pack attached to the saddle.&nbsp; In deference to the unknown needs of the journey, he's also dressed simply, although the large blade hanging at his belt would certainly prevent anyone thinking he's a commoner.<br><br>After a cursory check to be doubly sure all is well with the horse, he mounts up.&nbsp; "I'm ready," he informs Adnan genially, trying to keep his curiosity in check.&nbsp; No doubt his questions will be answered soon enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>14-02-2007, 21:58:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling as she closes the contact with Adnan, Inanna slips off to bed, more and more intrigued by this lengthy test that she and her brothers are undergoing. It seemsstarange to her that they would be put through so much, and impressive that it has been kept away from them so completely for so long. But, there is little she can do about it tonight, and so she sleeps, trying to prepare for the morning.<br><br>The next morning, Inanna makes her way to the courtyard with the others, her horse following behind her carefully, well trained not to move to fast until necessary. Her equipment was hooked to her sadle, and her thin sword hung gently at her side.<br><br>"So, can you tell us anything now, or must we begin to travel into hte unknown first?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-02-2007, 22:14:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What good will the answers do if they are in the abstract," Indira grumbles.&nbsp; "Besides, it is not as if we are leading you off into the completely unknown and just leaving you there!"<br><br>"Which has on occasion been done to the truly deserving," Adnan chuckles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>16-02-2007, 03:52:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob nods, laughing.&nbsp; "Then let us pray we don't become so, brother.&nbsp; Shall we be off?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-02-2007, 21:12:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No time like the present."<br><br>Adnan takes the lead, encouraging his mount to canter.&nbsp; Indira takes the rear of the party, as if reassuring herself that nobody's straggling.&nbsp; Where you end up in between is up to you...<br><br>Riding out through the city takes about an hour, even this early.&nbsp; The citizens do not cheer and wave (much), preferring to go about their business as they would normally.&nbsp; There are signs of continued revelry here and there, as some taverns have remained open all night and are only now closing.<br><br>Finally through the gate, where the guards simply wave the party through, Adnan calls a halt a brief while later.&nbsp; Wheeling his mount, he laughs and nods to Jacob.<br><br>"Choose a direction, little brother--East, West, or North?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>16-02-2007, 21:43:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob takes the position behind Adnan, keeping a sharp lookout as they proceed through the city.&nbsp; Not that there's much to worry about, really -- whether the Lion of Heaven truly fathered their line or not, Jacob knows perfectly well that he or any one of his divine-blooded siblings would be more than a match for any would-be assassin.&nbsp; Still, it would be unhealthy to get in the habit of letting his guard down.<br><br>He spends a few seconds racking his brains, trying to remember if anything distinguishes the lands beyond the three Great Lion Gates from one another.&nbsp; Nothing comes to mind that should make any real difference, so he shrugs.&nbsp; "West, I think."<br><br>Adnan doesn't seem to care <em>which</em> direction they take out of Al-Ahlam, but he was fairly specific about how long the journey would be.&nbsp; This is probably telling, but Jacob can't figure out how.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>18-02-2007, 14:57:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danesh rides behind Jacob, his eyes on alert as they ride through the city.&nbsp; Wondering just far these "Others" may have influence.&nbsp; Here, in the city, unlikely.&nbsp; But, one man, or woman, remembering all those spars with his older sister, could do a lot of mischief even here.<br><br>He can spot no sign of trouble, just of a party that may have gone on too long.&nbsp; Thoughts of just where they are going, but he could not hazard a guess.&nbsp; West, for a week?&nbsp; Something is up, but Danesh is unsure what.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-02-2007, 20:07:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"West it is," Adnan laughs...and coaxes his mount into a canter.&nbsp; "And there mysteries shall be explained!"<br><br>Unfortunately, that's also the last thing he says for a while, and Indira is neither more informative nor more talkative, answering any questions with a frown and a shake of her head.<br><br>Finally, in late afternoon, you pass through the Western Gate...an impossibly huge triumphal arch that spans the road to the Capital.&nbsp; Once on the other side, Adnan slows his horse to a walk and waits for you to catch up.<br><br>"We just passed a border.&nbsp; You've heard that this is the edge of the Empire itself.&nbsp; In one sense, this is true...but not in the way that so many people assume.&nbsp; Here is where our bloodright becomes active.&nbsp; Little sister," he grins at Inanna, "I want you to imagine a place you wish to go.&nbsp; Somewhere that is not here.&nbsp; Do you understand?"<br><br>Indira shakes her head.<br><br>"Too dramatic," she grumbles.&nbsp; "As usual."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>19-02-2007, 01:09:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inanna looks back at her elder sister with a smile. "And what's wrong with a little drama, dear Indira? Or do you believe that I am not up to the task?"<br><br>She turns back to Adnan, her expression changing to a more thoughtful one. "A place that is not here. But what do you mean? Should I imagine us back at the castle? At our summer home? Or somewhere beyond reach, a place that is not part of our kingdom at all?"<br><br>As she speaks, she does get an image, a simple one as she mulls the possibilities. A virginal forest glade, A low hill with a roaring waterfall, a scattering of tress under a light blanket of snow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-02-2007, 01:14:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not <em>you</em>," Indira clarifies grudgingly, pointing at Adnan.&nbsp; "I mean <em>him</em>."<br><br>Adnan just laughs this off.<br><br>"Someplace other than home would work best.&nbsp; After all, we would go there by turning around and returning along the road!&nbsp; And that will prove little and settle nothing.&nbsp; So we must do otherwise.&nbsp; Understand?&nbsp; No?&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; When you have your place in mind, tell me and I shall instruct you how to proceed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>19-02-2007, 02:50:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shrugs as she sharpens the mental image, adding in details. Animals carefully drinking, birds in the trees, the sounds and images of a new place.<br><br>Finally, she nods to Adnan, signalling the completion of her vision.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-02-2007, 02:55:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good!&nbsp; Keep your vision in mind, and as we travel, imagine changes...one detail at a time, mind you.&nbsp; In time, you may find that we approach the location you desire."<br><br>He laughs merrily.<br><br>"Lead the way, sister mine.&nbsp; We shall follow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>19-02-2007, 08:06:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob remains silent momentarily, not wanting to ask any stupid questions, especially since Indira and Adnan clearly preferred showing to telling.<br><br>Is Adnan saying that their bloodright will lead them to the places they imagine?&nbsp; It sounded fantastic...but then, the family already had more than a few fantastic privileges.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>19-02-2007, 11:43:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr rode in silence, last one in the line before Indira. She mentioned they were breaking apart from the others at some point, but would not elaborate, so he figured he'd best keep close. From time to time he looked up, seeing Sallowyn spiraling high above them, another pair of watchful eyes.<br><br>He kept his peace when Adnan instructed Inanna about their next leg of travel. <em>So what he's saying,</em> he thought, <em>is that we can bend the environment to adapt to our will? Get to a place by merely thinking about it? Interesting.</em> He made some mental notes, things to ask Indira later, and for the while just followed on in silence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>19-02-2007, 20:10:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they start to trot forward, Inanna struggles to keep both the ending image in her mind and to precieve the world as they move through it.<br><br>The first thing she works on is the trees. They are far too sparse here, and the wrong kind to boot. She wants evergreens and they have oaks. And so she focuses on that part of her image, further refining that image as well, including a cave behind the waterfall...but that's not something to worry about yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-02-2007, 20:25:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rocky desert to evergreen old-growth woods is indeed a large jump...but after almost twenty minutes of riding, Inanna notices that the weather grows colder and overcast just before she rounds a corner and sees a small stand of perhaps a dozen evergreens.&nbsp; The road, long since vanished, is now hardpan.&nbsp; While this is still desert, it's closer to high desert than to the open and rocky expanses of Mother's domain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>19-02-2007, 22:26:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(sorry, forgot what we were starting with!)<br><br>Containing her surprise at the apparent affect she's having on the world around her, Inanna focuses in on what's working, slowly detailing changes from the desolation of the desert to something more like a tundra, working to start adding a few tress here and there as the weather gets towards snow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-02-2007, 15:52:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(<em>do</em> pay attention, 007...and keep your OOC comments in the OOC thread, please!)<br><br>Gradually, oh so gradually, the land around them turns from high desert to grassland with scattered clumps of trees.&nbsp; The temperature drops steadily, and with it the weather turns unpleasant as the price of progress is paid in rain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>20-02-2007, 16:18:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr scowls at the rain, wondering why Innana couldn't have chosen a pleasanter destination for their ride. Still, this may be just a temporary step in the transition - he didn't know where they were going or just how the process even worked. More questions for later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>20-02-2007, 17:19:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob's expression darkens marginally, but the rain isn't really <em>that</em> awful, and just now he's somewhat more interested in the root causes.<br><br>"Is this the power of the Lion's Paw, brother?" he finally asks of Adnan.&nbsp; "To lead us to the places we desire?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-02-2007, 17:21:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adnan nods.<br><br>"Among other things, yes...but this is the clearest and most easily accessible power open to us.&nbsp; Do you understand how many avenues this opens for you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>20-02-2007, 17:35:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob pauses for a moment, considering.&nbsp; "Many, of course...but what are its limits?&nbsp; We can do more than merely changing the landscape and the weather?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-02-2007, 17:36:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"For now, that will do.&nbsp; In time you may find just how simple it is to fine tune matters to your preference.&nbsp; For now, you will want to work on the simpler tasks."<br><br>Adnan laughs softly.<br><br>"We might as well stop here for a while, Inanna.&nbsp; See if you can find us an inn. Something pleasant, if you can."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>21-02-2007, 02:30:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trying to ignore the chatter of her brothers, and the chill damp of the rain, Inanna worked to correct that problem, pushing the temperature back up as she modifies her original vision to lose the snow, letting the temperature move to cool rather than freezing before changing the setting further.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>21-02-2007, 14:10:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danesh is silent as they ride, mind awhirl with the idea there are other worlds out there, and they able to make their way thru them.&nbsp; Shivering on the horse, he looks about, seeing noone other than his brothers and sisters.&nbsp; Still, the thought that others are there is everpresent in his mind.&nbsp; Maybe these others that Adnan had mentioned.<br><br>"Thanks," he offers to his sister, as the weather starts to get warmer.&nbsp; Maybe not warm, but an improvement.&nbsp; Still having questions, but waiting until they stop to ask them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-02-2007, 16:07:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Within an hour, the weather is merely cool, the rain has stopped, and a pleasant little inn by the wayside comes into view around a corner.<br><br>"Perfect!" Adnan declares.&nbsp; "We'll stop here for now.&nbsp; A meal and a drink are definitely in order."<br><br>Indira pulls her mount next to Zephyr's and gives him a curious look, but whatever she's trying to convey just doesn't seem clear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>21-02-2007, 16:13:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr reigns his horse to a walk as the group nears the inn, falling back behind the rest, next to Indira.<br><br>"Something amiss, Sister? Or is this the point we are to part ways with the rest?" he asks, curious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-02-2007, 16:18:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think we might suffer a meal and a drink beforehand," she says dryly.&nbsp; "There's little point in going hungry as well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>21-02-2007, 16:29:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr smiles wryly at Indira's comment. " So reassuring to hear you can 'suffer' our company and even keep a meal down whilst doing so, Sister." He let out a whistle, and a moment later the falcon swooped down, breaking it's dive just above him, landing lightly on his shoulder.<br><br>"Still, I suspect you do have more important matters to deal with than playing babysitter to your kid siblings, so perhaps I shouldn't just appreciate the opportunity, hmm?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-02-2007, 16:32:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Careful.&nbsp; I may decide to enjoy your further instruction."&nbsp; Indira snorts.&nbsp; "You have, of course, remembered the mantras and exercises?"<br><br>She asked him that, what, just last night?<br><br>"You will need them.&nbsp; Now, we'll speak no more on this until after we eat.&nbsp; The others are not to know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>21-02-2007, 16:41:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" I don't think I could forget them now even if I tried, burned as they are into my brain" he answered, quite needlessly of course. They had gone over them so many times in the last years, he had no doubt the question was not meant to receive an answer, but rather to make a point about upcoming events. What the point was, however, was yet to be seen.<br><br>He handed his horse to a stablehand, cautioning him to treat it well and immediately, and followed the rest inside. A meal and a drink would indeed be quite welcome now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>21-02-2007, 17:42:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So they can find inns, too?&nbsp; Places with people?&nbsp; Jacob is beginning to understand what Adnan meant about new avenues.<br><br>He still has plenty of questions, but now can't be the time.&nbsp; After handing off his horse to the stablehand, he also enters the inn.&nbsp; He could certainly use a meal, or possibly several.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>22-02-2007, 15:43:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inanna, at this point willing to accept most anything, simply slides off her horse, handing it off to the stableboy with a polite smile as she steps inside, unsure of what to expect for a place that seemingly popped out of her mind and into reality.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-02-2007, 15:48:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The inn is small and rustic, but pleasant.&nbsp; The locals do not seem to understand Ahlamic, but Adnan clearly speaks something they do understand!&nbsp; Before long, supper and drinks are served, the innkeeper and his wife and children hovering nearby in case anyone wishes something else.<br><br>"From here," Adnan says, "we have a choice.&nbsp; We may continue towards Inanna's desired destination, or someone else can give this a try, or you can go your separate ways and each try this out.&nbsp; We should be mostly safe, and you have your Trumps just in case.&nbsp; So, how shall we proceed?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>22-02-2007, 16:31:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I wouldn't mind knowing a bit more about our powers and limitations before I try it.&nbsp; Tell me, brother, will the people inevitably speak some strange tongue in any place we find?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-02-2007, 16:34:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Quite probably they will.&nbsp; You will find, however, that we royals pick up on languages more easily than most...and it is a simple trick to adjust matters so that you can understand what is said."&nbsp; He grins.&nbsp; "Practice makes less imperfect."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>22-02-2007, 16:46:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see."&nbsp; Perhaps, he realizes, it would be more useful to question the topic from another angle.&nbsp; "Adnan, how is it that the Lion's Paw can simply lead us to the place we imagine?&nbsp; Why do such places exist outside the Lion Gates?&nbsp; Is there anything we cannot find, or that we cannot take away?"&nbsp; At first Jacob wondered if this was all some sort of illusion, but the food and drink are clearly real enough.<br><br>It all seems too good to be true.&nbsp; But most would say that about their lives anyway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-02-2007, 16:51:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, now those are good questions!&nbsp; Questions which for the most part lack answers...save that we are of an unusual bloodline, and that those with our heritage may work miracles and wonders unceasing."<br><br>Indira snorts.<br><br>"Too, too dramatic.&nbsp; There <em>are</em> places we cannot go, there are things we cannot change...but none of you are likely to roam so far."&nbsp; She sips her ale.&nbsp; "The answers you desire would only confuse you more than you are now.&nbsp; Perhaps in a few years, you will be ready."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>22-02-2007, 17:28:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob nods, though it's rather frustrating to be told only that he can't handle the answers.&nbsp; "If you say so, sister.&nbsp; Is there anything more we should know, then, or will we only learn now by trying it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-02-2007, 17:53:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In my opinion it is better to learn by trying."<br><br>And she gives Zephyr another curious look.<br><br>"For some things.&nbsp; For others, a certain amount of preparation prevents unfortunate errors."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>22-02-2007, 18:24:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr caught Indira's look, wondering again what she was trying to say. He had toyed with the idea of making his own alterations to the route they took under Inanna's guidance, just to see what would happen, and wondered whether he had inadvertently done so without realizing it, and that Indira had caught on.<br><br>Or perhaps she was expecting him to go ahead and make a change on his own. He looked around the place, wondering what he could try and practice on. Hell, he wasn't even sure what he could *do*. Obviously, they could make paths to places by making changes to their surroundings as they traveled... but was travel a necessary part of it? Could he make changes to anything, anywhere at any time?<br><br>He fished in his pocket and drew out some coins. They were the Kingdom's currency of course, and he wondered if they were worth anything here, or had the changes took them somewhere so entirely -elsewhere-, that they had no value anymore. Still, gold was always gold, he assumed. Taking a couple of copper coins, he closed his fist around them, visualizing them in his mind, seeing the reddish copper transform into golden yellow. Opening his fist, he was quite surprised when the coins glinted yellow in the light of the fire behind them. Chuckling, he tossed the coins over to the Innkeeper who quickly pocketed them with a smile and a bow. <br><br>"Dinner's on me tonight," he said smugly, leaning back and downing his wine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-02-2007, 18:32:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The innkeeper, clearly not understanding Zephyr's words but knowing the language of gold all too well, bows and babbles many thanks in the local tongue.<br><br>Adnan looks almost surprised, then a touch annoyed, then somewhat ruefully pleased.<br><br>"Normally," he says, "you need to be moving to do that.&nbsp; But I see you've found one of the little tricks of the trade without even trying.&nbsp; Not bad."<br><br>Indira just raises an eyebrow.&nbsp; For an instant Zephyr catches what might be one corner of her mouth quirking upward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>22-02-2007, 20:06:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob nods, doing his best to conceal his shock at the change in Zephyr's coins.&nbsp; "Then perhaps it would be best if we split up after this.&nbsp; Will the same power lead us back to the Lion Gates if we imagine them?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-02-2007, 20:14:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adnan's good humor returns at once.<br><br>"Of course."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>23-02-2007, 02:12:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danesh notes the change of the coins, a simple, "Interesting," offered at the feat.&nbsp; Filing the information away for now, he keeps quiet, watching the others for now.&nbsp; His unanswered question from last night on his mind, but hoping that one of the others will ask, or that Adnan will finally answer him.&nbsp; Miracles can happen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>23-02-2007, 04:44:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inanna watches and absorbs, trying to learn as much as she can. Not that Adnan is giving them much to go on. And so, it was time to probe. A simple tactic to start, working on the background of the gift, harmless...and hopefully leading. Adnan's annoyance at Zephyr's work with the coins revealed a desire to be a mentor and teacher, or at least a prod. But Adnan liked to reveal things as well, enjoyed the admiration he recieved for being the giver.<br><br>"Is this something those of our line have always been able to do, once we recieve the Lion's blessing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-02-2007, 15:06:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes."<br><br>The answer comes from Indira...cutting Adnan off.&nbsp; Again, for a moment he looks annoyed...but then his face turns thoughtful.<br><br>"I would have been more dramatic, led up to it..."<br><br>"Yes, you would.&nbsp; This is our birthright, Inanna.&nbsp; We are what we are."&nbsp; Indira looks at all her siblings.&nbsp; "And we are not alone.&nbsp; There are others with this power.&nbsp; Should you meet them, or come across a Trump unknown to you, be cautious."<br><br>Adnan looks almost shocked.<br><br>"You tell them this <em>now</em>?"<br><br>"They need to know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>23-02-2007, 21:08:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Who else would have them?" Inanna questions instantly, her earlier slow, predatory speaking ideas dropped as the idea of a clear threat is brought into play, "And wouldn't anyone else with this power be nobility, like us? Surely there are protocols for such things."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-02-2007, 21:16:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Darius is the real expert," Indira admits.&nbsp; "We've had dealings with the others.&nbsp; Very tentative dealings, you understand.&nbsp; We are still vulnerable.&nbsp; Outnumbered.&nbsp; We must act cautiously."<br><br>"Mother is working on that," Adnan nods solemnly.&nbsp; "You may come home one day to find a new crop of younger siblings running about."<br><br>"Just so.&nbsp; And there are protocols, to be sure, but almost anyone you meet will be seeking whatever advantage they can wring from you--even the knowledge that you exist may be of value to them.&nbsp; I do not say this to frighten you, but to prepare you for the challenges we will face."<br><br>This, for the record, is one of the longest speeches any of you (save Zephyr) have ever heard from Indira.&nbsp; And she keeps talking!<br><br>"It is their nature to plot, to scheme...to compete.&nbsp; This is their greatest weakness, but it is also a source of strength.&nbsp; Difficult as they would be to conquer, they would prove impossible to hold."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 02:47:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is there any way to know these others if we chance to meet them?" Jacob asks carefully.&nbsp; The idea of another family (or Lion forbid, a larger group) like their own is more than a little frightening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 09:11:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr was rather pleased with the outcome of his little experiment. Firstly, of course, because it had *worked*, but almost as much from Indira's approval of it. Adnan's ire was simply amusing to watch, although he did make another mental note to himself to be wary with such things in the future. For one, annoying Adnan - for all his good nature - was something he didn't think wise to do too much, and second - and this dawned on him as the talk progressed - some things were better left undisplayed, as it were. Perhaps his siblings were no threat beyond some friendly competition, but apparently there were 'others' out there who were. So it would would always be prudent to keep to yourself what you know or learn, in case you may need the edge some day.<br><br>Jacob then voiced the very question that had taken the forefront of his own thinking&nbsp; - how would they recognize such potential enemies? And moreso, how can they do so without revealing *themselves*?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 11:51:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danesh is pleasantly surprisedthat that the information on these "others" was forecoming.&nbsp; Not that there was a lot, but still, it is nice to know.&nbsp; Making a mental note to talk to Darius about them.&nbsp; <br><br>"Or, where these others may be found?&nbsp; So we can avoid this place?" he asks.&nbsp; It is too early to be nosing arounf these "others," but one day, it may be worthwhile to investigate them.&nbsp; One day in the future.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 18:39:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You will know them if you see them.&nbsp; They have a...a quality not unlike our own, and tend to stand out among the uncountable multitudes," Adnan admits.&nbsp; "As to where they are to be found, that is another difficult answer."<br><br>"The ends of the universe," Indira says evenly.&nbsp; "Just as the Lion's Paw is our anchor, so they have theirs as well.&nbsp; Of the two that we know well enough to name, one group follow a unicorn of surpassing and unearthly beauty.&nbsp; The other devotes itself to the worship of a great and firey serpent.&nbsp; By these symbols you might recognize their Trumps."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 18:59:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob nods, resolving that he should probably avoid that bunch if he possibly can.&nbsp; But then, if they end up at the specific places they imagine, what are the odds of them actually meeting such people?<br><br>"Is there anything else we must know, to be prepared?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 01:05:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And how much more capable are they, if at all," Inanna adds, her mind already at work trying to figure out ways to negate as many dissadvantages as possible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 01:13:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Only this.&nbsp; Darius says they are far older than we.&nbsp; Far older than Mother.&nbsp; And thus more experienced in the ways of treachery.&nbsp; What Darius does not say," Indira pauses.&nbsp; "What Darius <em>very carefully</em> does not say, is that they may be more easily manipulated because of their overconfidence.&nbsp; Just be cautious."<br><br>She smirks.<br><br>"And don't bring any of them home.&nbsp; We'll have enough troubles without tourists."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 14:17:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danesh gives a small nod in Indira's direction.&nbsp; "No tourists.&nbsp; While these "others" need to be investigated.&nbsp; I must admit to being somewhat curious, but think now is not the time to be doing it myself.&nbsp; Perhaps when more experience is gained with these Trumps, and with the other powers, then it might be time."<br><br>He glances about to his siblings.&nbsp; "Perhaps an agreement is in order?&nbsp; Not to go investigating these "others" without informing the others of their intent?&nbsp; So at least we know of possible trouble headed our way?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 15:31:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course, brother.&nbsp; Why would I <em>want</em> to investigate these others without informing anyone?"&nbsp; To Jacob's mind, that would be a losing proposition.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 15:35:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr merely raises an amused eyebrow at Jacob's question, but shrugs concomitantly as if to say he couldn't care one way or the other. He didn't have plans to go looking for trouble - at least not right away, there was still much experimenting and learning to do in relatively friendly and/or controlled environments before he tried such ventures, but he was sure he would go looking at some point, just as he was sure he wouldn't be very likely to make any public announcements about it. You never know who's listening, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 16:36:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inanna nodded her agreement, tapping the Trumps at her side as a simple reminder of how easy it would be to get in touch as needed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 16:43:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adnan nods.<br><br>"I see you are all resolved, then?&nbsp; Here we may part company, if you wish it, to travel and practice your newfound birthright...after a proper rest, of course."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>27-02-2007, 23:18:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course," Jacob repeats agreeably, taking another swig from his mug.&nbsp; "This power does seem like something one could get used to, brother...but I take it that someday, Mother will find us something more productive to do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-02-2007, 23:26:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is the general way of such things, yes."&nbsp; Adnan nods.&nbsp; "You shall have the greater liberty of discovering what aspects of service shall suit you best by manner of exploration...a liberty not granted to your older siblings to the same degree.&nbsp; Be thankful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>01-03-2007, 05:43:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am."&nbsp; Jacob finishes draining his mug, trying not to think too hard about the specter of future responsibility.&nbsp; "Shall we set off in the morning, then?"<br><br>It takes a lot longer than this for Jacob to get seriously tired, but there's no reason not to take advantage of the inn while they're there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>01-03-2007, 09:29:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr looks questioningly at Indira, as if asking 'what now?'. She did mention breaking up from the rest of the gang, but it now seems everyone was going in a different direction anyhow.<br><br>He wondered if she had a specific destination in mind, or just someplace *other* than were the rest were going. If the latter, they could just as well stay here while the rest left. If the former... well, he was sure he would be informed soon enough, in Indira's usual curt and demanding manner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-03-2007, 01:31:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It does not take long before Zephyr's hunch proves correct, as Indira leans closer to Adnan and drops her voice.<br><br>"The others may go where their whim takes them.&nbsp; Zephyr and I have something to discuss."<br><br>"Very well.&nbsp; Shall I tell Mother that all is well?"<br><br>"If you like.&nbsp; I should be back within a fortnight or so, between this and another errand."<br><br>Adnan nods.&nbsp; "As you say."&nbsp; He raises his voice again.&nbsp; "Eat and rest well, siblings.&nbsp; You may find that our travels will tend to take it out of you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>02-03-2007, 04:35:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob nods.&nbsp; "Very well, brother.&nbsp; If it's as tiring as you say, I'll be sure to be ready."&nbsp; He rises from his seat, reaching down into his money-pouch and walking over toward the innkeeper.&nbsp; Adnan did say you normally have to be moving to duplicate Zephyr's feat...<br><br>His efforts are rewarded, as the coins he pulls out also prove golden.&nbsp; He offers them to the innkeeper, gesturing to indicate the guest rooms as his goal.&nbsp; Probably paying too much, but since he's not staying past the morning, there's no point in learning the language...even if it's as easy as Adnan implied.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>02-03-2007, 13:42:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would still like to try these Trumps before we go our seperate ways.&nbsp; Better to get in a little practice in relative safety, then to find out we are doing something wrong in the middle of some peril," Danesh says, looking to Adnan.&nbsp; "If you want, it can wait until morning, soon after we go our seperate ways."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-03-2007, 15:30:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adnan nods.&nbsp; "That should suffice.&nbsp; They work better if you are not standing right across the room from the person you wish to contact."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>05-03-2007, 09:31:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr leaned back in his chair, toying with the remains of his meal and waiting for Indira's cue. He once again wondered what it was all about, and whether Indira had plans to leave tonight. While he was curious as to what she had planned for him, he also didn't mind getting some rest before it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-03-2007, 15:29:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Indira's last comment before leaving the table is:<br><br>"Get some sleep.&nbsp; Tomorrow will be a trying day."<br><br>While she seems to be addressing the room in general, her eyes meet and hold Zephyr's.<br><br>The night passes easily--the inn is pleasant, the beds are comfortable, and all too soon the dawn's earliest rays sneak in past the shutters to wake you all.&nbsp; It probably comes as no surprise to find both Adnan and Indira already awake, packed, and enjoying a simple breakfast.<br><br>"Ah, there you are!"&nbsp; Adnan is way too cheerful for this early...&nbsp; "Well, have you all decided which way to go?"<br><br>"Zephyr and I have business," Indira reminds him.<br><br>"Just so.&nbsp; How about the rest of you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>05-03-2007, 15:41:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob tolerates the early morning well enough, arriving downstairs in a hurry.&nbsp; He's not sure yet where he's going, which is all the more reason to eat well before leaving.<br><br>"Does it actually matter which way we move, brother?&nbsp; Or only that we aren't with someone else who has another destination in mind?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-03-2007, 15:44:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whether you travel by yourselves or together shouldn't matter...but if you aren't content to follow, your desires may alter the destination."&nbsp; He shrugs.&nbsp; "Sometimes the results are more interesting and entertaining than usual.&nbsp; Your first question is a clever one: direction does not matter.&nbsp; You could even return the way we came in and end up somewhere completely different in short order simply by willing it!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>06-03-2007, 07:39:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then there's no use worrying overmuch about which way to go," Jacob laughs.&nbsp; "As long as we're sure to separate.&nbsp; It might be interesting to see desires conflict, but first I'd like to be sure my own actually work!"<br><br>Once he finishes off the food in front of him, he stands up, shouldering his pack.&nbsp; "Any last words before we wander off, brother?"&nbsp; It would be that much more dramatic if Adnan had neglected to tell them something until now, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>07-03-2007, 14:58:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danesh wakes, quickly going thru his morning exercises, not so much to keep the body strong, as to keep its movements sure and fluid.&nbsp; Gathering his things, he heads downstairs.&nbsp; Nodding to the others, he is quiet as he eats.&nbsp; He hadn't planned on going with anyone, but Jacob's question was interesting.&nbsp; Mayhap something to try one day, but that is for another time.<br><br>He stays silent, betting that Adnan has something else to tell them.&nbsp; Their brother does have a flair for the dramatic, and this would be the time for something dramatic.&nbsp; But, he is eager to be off, to try out his powers, see where they lead him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-03-2007, 16:23:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adnan strikes a rather dramatic pose, opens his mouth, and gestures...then drops his hand, closes his mouth, and relaxes.<br><br>"No.&nbsp; Nothing more to add.&nbsp; Go have fun with your new powers."<br><br>He enjoys a good laugh at his own joke, which leaves Indira shaking her head and muttering.&nbsp; The most mysterious of your siblings crooks a finger at Zephyr.<br><br>"Come along, then.&nbsp; Soonest begun, soonest finished."<br><br><em>(Exit Indira and Zephyr to Zephyr's thread)</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>07-03-2007, 17:51:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob chuckles as well.&nbsp; "If you insist, brother.&nbsp; When I figure out where I'm going, I'll check in to be sure I can get the Trumps to work."&nbsp; With a wave to his remaining siblings, he exits the inn, obtains his horse from the stablemaster (with a suitable coin for the trouble), and rides off in no particular direction.<br><br>This should be fun...<br><br><em>(Exit to Jacob's thread)</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>08-03-2007, 22:20:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danesh cannot hide a smile at his older brother's antics.&nbsp; He waves back as Jacob as he departs.&nbsp; As much as he feels the urge to wish his brother to be careful, he can guess it would be resented.&nbsp; He is about to depart himself when something comes to him.&nbsp; "Brother, I understand we can get in touch with someone via these Trumps as you call them.&nbsp; What if, the circumstances are such that we would not want to talk?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-03-2007, 03:25:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I cannot imagine why you would want to absent yourself from felicity," Adnan chuckles.&nbsp; "There is a method, but you may have to discover it for yourself.&nbsp; I've never been comfortable with way it was described to me, and the description was less than helpful..."<br><br>He shrugs.<br><br>"Try emptying your mind and pretending that you're not getting a contact.&nbsp; If it works, eventually the contact will go away."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>16-03-2007, 15:28:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danesh sighs.&nbsp; "You are right, the description is less than helpful.&nbsp; But I will remember it, just in case in becomes necessary."&nbsp; Making sure that everything is in order, he mounts his horse.&nbsp; Farewell for now, brothers, and sisters.&nbsp; See you back at home," and with that, he spurs his horse, and is soon lost to view.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-04-2007, 20:35:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Fast forwarding a few years...)<br><br>Each of the younger siblings find themselves back in the main library...all more or less arriving at the same moment.&nbsp; Their respective older siblings are here: Adnan, Aysel, and Indira.&nbsp; Darius is absent.&nbsp; Seated off to one side is the ominous and imposing figure of Mother's favorite advisor, the Ifrit.&nbsp; She seems to be studying a most peculiar map.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>22-04-2007, 22:13:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob steps through, glancing around quickly, and breathing a silent sigh of relief that whatever's wrong doesn't seem to have touched the palace, at least.<br><br>"Brother, sisters.&nbsp; Honored Arioth.&nbsp; What's happened?"&nbsp; No use not getting to the point.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>23-04-2007, 11:11:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stepping through, Zephyr released Indira's hand and takes a moment to reorient himself, not used to this form of travel yet. Whatever the issue is, it does not seem to be directly related to himself, he decides, seeing as his other siblings are being called in as well. Maybe just a family Brunch, he chuckles inwardly, though another look at Indira's dark face and the mere presence of the Ifrit suggest otherwise.<br><br>Taking an empty seat, he sits and waits, knowing some form of explanation will be offered soon enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>23-04-2007, 21:17:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inanna steps through quickly, having obviously left in haste. She carries nothing more than the clothes on her back and the strange, green bladed sword she earned so long ago.<br><br>"Honored siblings, it is good to see you all again, though judging by your looks, the tidings are grim."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-04-2007, 21:34:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Indeed," Indira nods in response to Inanna.&nbsp; "Darius has been unable to reach Danesh.&nbsp; This bodes poorly."<br><br>She gestures the new arrivals to the table at which Arioth is seated.&nbsp; When everyone else has taken a seat, the Ifrit opens her black-on-black eyes and gazes at each of the younger royals in turn.&nbsp; Her voice, rarely heard, proves to be rather pleasant.<br><br>"It would have been better if your brother were also here, but the three of you will do.&nbsp; We have a visitor downstairs, in the dungeons, and we wish to return him to his kinfolk.&nbsp; You will be his escort.&nbsp; Darius is negotiating with his people in order to prevent future unpleasantness as a result of this...<em>accidental</em> encounter."&nbsp; She grins, showing shark-like teeth.&nbsp; "He did not mean to become our guest, you see.&nbsp; And we were displeased to find him so near the Lion's Paw.&nbsp; A delicate situation, to say the least."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>24-04-2007, 23:04:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"To where are we returning him," Inanna asks, "since I would think his people may wish to...return our hospitality in kind."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>25-04-2007, 13:16:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I assume this is part of the mentioned negotiations, Inanna," says Zephyr, and turns his eyes to the Ifrit. "I take it this 'visitor' came unannounced, and hoped to remain undetected? A spy of some sort, or a saboteur? You mentioned the Paw - had he plans of harming it in some way?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-04-2007, 15:52:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We are returning him to his own people, although..."&nbsp; Arioth pauses for a moment, as if considering some private joke.&nbsp; "We are not returning him directly.&nbsp; There is to be an established border.&nbsp; You will escort him there and turn him over to a small party of his relations.&nbsp; The details are being hastily worked out."<br><br>She turns her ebon-on-jet eyes to Zephyr.<br><br>"Actually, we gathered that he was merely exploring.&nbsp; For some reason he knew where the Lion's Foot was to be found, but did not anticipate the rest of the Citadel and Palace.&nbsp; It is most curious."<br><br>Turning back to regard the map, which does not appear to be local, she adds one other thing.<br><br>"He claims to be a Prince Corwin, from a place called Amber.&nbsp; Darius can confirm the Amber part, at least.&nbsp; That's where he is now...and he says they are most anxious to have Corwin back.&nbsp; Make of that what you will."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>25-04-2007, 16:29:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				" That is understandable." Zephyr nods. " I assume Mother will be just as anxious to have any of *us* back should we be held at a place Like this Amber. Was this Corwin on an official mission, or a private one, do we know?" He pauses a moment to think, then continues.<br><br>" You say he *expected* the Lion's Foot to be there, but not the surroundings? Perhaps he was just following a sense of power to it's core somehow? Or perhaps... Do these Amberites have similar powers to our own? Traveling through shadows, specifically? If so, perhaps he had once found a shadow of the Foot sans Castle, but stumbled onto the real thing this time?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-04-2007, 16:34:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arioth's smile is as unpleasant as it is enigmatic.<br><br>"His business here was quite personal, that I can promise you.&nbsp; However, I get the impression from Darius that his relatives do not wish him returned for the same reason your mother would want you back.&nbsp; <em>Quite </em> the opposite.&nbsp; As for the powers of Amberites...there would seem to be some similarities between you and they."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>25-04-2007, 16:54:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr's eyes widen slightly with realization. "Oh, I see. A wanted man." And after a slight pause, he adds " I assume the option of keeping his capture unknown to his family in return for his cooperation and help was considered, but the benefits of his return home were greater?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-04-2007, 17:29:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was considered, yes.&nbsp; And, for a number of reasons, rejected.&nbsp; Not least of which his presence is an affront and an inconvenience.&nbsp; Returning him to felicity and kinfolk allows us to establish certain boundaries."<br><br>She chuckles.<br><br>"I sound like Darius!&nbsp; Oh, dear."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>25-04-2007, 17:41:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr nods. " I have no doubt all inputs were weighed. So are we merely an official escort for this Corwin, or are we more guards? That is to say, how much resistance should we expect from him on the way?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-04-2007, 17:50:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If it were more serious, rest assured we'd send someone less friendly," Arioth says...and Aysel's sudden intake of breath is hard to miss.&nbsp; But then the Ifrit adds to your older sister's consternation when she adds:&nbsp; "And they would no doubt bear either Lion's Claw or Lion's Fang...if not both."<br><br>"No!"&nbsp; Aysel slams both hands on the table and leaps to her feet.&nbsp; "It must not come to that!&nbsp; Not yet!&nbsp; We're not ready..."<br><br>Arioth raises a hand to quiet the hotheaded tomboy.<br><br>"It has not come so far.&nbsp; Lion willing, it will not come so far for a long, long time."<br><br>Lion's Claw and Lion's Fang...you've heard of them, but never seen them.&nbsp; They are supposed to be powerfully magical swords of surpassing beauty and masterful craftsmanship, forged from a tooth and a claw granted Mother by the Lion of Heaven.&nbsp; If the stories are true, then they are also holy relics of the highest order!&nbsp; And since other legends about the family are true, why not this one?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>25-04-2007, 18:36:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"So," Jacob asks carefully, "is this Corwin aware of his family's ire?&nbsp; If he does decide to resist, how dangerous is he?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2007, 17:46:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"He is for the moment well subdued, but you would be well advised to keep a close watch on him--he is quite aware of the low esteem in which he is held."<br><br>Aysel clears her throat:<br><br>"He appears quite resigned.&nbsp; Finding us appears to have deeply discouraged him.&nbsp; I can't imagine why.&nbsp; Nonetheless, while you carry him home, we will be making preparations.&nbsp; Just in case."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>27-04-2007, 01:08:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Since she had not phrased as precisely as she might have before, Inanna decides to go a different route.<br><br>"Have the boundary negotiations already begun, or are they to follow our equitable exchange?" she asks, choosing her words with care. This situation sits unwell with her. There are too many variables. A group with abilities similar to their own, the idea that while conflict would, hopefully, not come for a long time, it would come, the possibility of an ambush to gain a more favorable stance for negotiations. It all just seems to be too...precarious.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-04-2007, 02:22:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Negotiations," Indira informs her soberly, "have already begun.&nbsp; We are returning Corwin as a gesture of good faith on our part...and, frankly, because I suspect Mother does not want him underfoot.&nbsp; Just in case, you understand."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>02-05-2007, 17:13:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"So let's see if I can sum this up." Zephyr thinks a moment. " We have a Prince of what is potentially a rival kingdom, possessing powers akin to our own who has managed to reach the very heart of our citadel almost undetected. We are now charged with escorting this Prince back to a place he is considered some type of outlaw in - something he can't be too happy about - a place we've just begun having delicate negotiations with and that poses a great potential threat, because Mother feels it's dangerous to have him remain here under the scrutiny of you powerful and experienced older family."<br><br>He gives his wry, sardonic smile. " Does that paint an accurate enough picture?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-05-2007, 17:18:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"His return is the agreed-upon demonstration of good faith requested by the other party," Arioth notes.&nbsp; "The others will be about different tasks."<br><br>"Just in case," Aysel notes dryly.<br><br>Adnan rolls his eyes.&nbsp; "Actually, Zephyr, if you <em>must</em> know...were it up to Mother, she'd be keeping him around for a while.&nbsp; He's reportedly been quite entertaining in their discussions, and we all know how long it's been since she considered a Consort..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>08-05-2007, 19:09:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"This sounds a touch dangerous."&nbsp; Jacob smiles, making it clear that danger doesn't necessarily scare him.&nbsp; "Shall we leave right away?"&nbsp; A pause.&nbsp; "And, how will we find his home?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-05-2007, 19:25:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If it were going to be as easy as child's play," Aysel grumbles, "we'd be sending someone expendable.&nbsp; This needs to be done <em>right</em>.&nbsp; That means family."<br><br>"True!&nbsp; But you raise an excellent question.&nbsp; You have practiced our mutual legacy, surely?&nbsp; Move far enough, seeking his kin, and you shall find them.&nbsp; As they will also be expecting you, this may not be as complicated as all that.&nbsp; Your guest, however..."&nbsp; Adnan pauses.&nbsp; "He may attempt to sabotage your efforts.&nbsp; Be on guard."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 08:07:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh?&nbsp; I hadn't realized we could find something that we couldn't...visualize."&nbsp; Jacob cracks his knuckles.&nbsp; "Might we be able to simply keep this Corwin unconscious during the trip?"&nbsp; It's a bit brutish, but under the circumstances it seems like a reasonable solution.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 15:39:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adnan blinks.<br><br>"Oh.&nbsp; Perhaps I misunderstood.&nbsp; In general, you ought to be able to visualize, yes...but it is possible to find a place which is desired yet unknown to you.&nbsp; So yes, you will have to keep him more or less awake and aware.&nbsp; That may prove somewhat trying."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>10-05-2007, 00:13:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"In what way?" Inanna questioned, still not very trusting of the whole thing, and even less so now that she knew he would be able to lead them off course.<br><br>"Assuming you are correct that Mother would have kept him for companionship, surely he could not be but so trying. Unless you expect him to make our journey constantly more difficult."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-05-2007, 03:33:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The ifrit laughs throatily.<br><br>"He's annoying, that's why!&nbsp; Not to mention that because he also can seek his desires across the veils of shadowed reality, he might force you onto a detour or two.&nbsp; Doubtless any delay in returning to felicity will seem welcome to him, yes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>10-05-2007, 03:43:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob nods.&nbsp; "But the three of us together should be able to get where we're going with him eventually, yes?&nbsp; As long as we're careful to prevent any truly dangerous detours..."&nbsp; The journey might be long, but there can't be much that Corwin can find in Shadow dangerous enough to do for all three of them at once, can there?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-05-2007, 03:46:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arioth nods.<br><br>"Exactly.&nbsp; Whatever influence he may have ought to be countered by the three of you, even though he has more experience.&nbsp; So long as you keep him fairly docile and restrained, you should be safe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>15-05-2007, 04:42:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very well."&nbsp; Jacob glances around at his siblings.&nbsp; "Shall we be off?&nbsp; If he's going to trouble us, there's no sense in losing more time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>15-05-2007, 10:20:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr nods in agreement. "Indeed, let's get this over with. I suggest we take an hour to get ready and meet in the courtyard? You seem to have been plucked here as suddenly as I was, so we could all no doubt do with a bit of preperation?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-05-2007, 15:33:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Your older siblings look reasonably pleased.&nbsp; So might Arioth--it's a little difficult to tell her expressions.<br><br>"An hour's rest and preparation will do no harm.&nbsp; We'll see you in the courtyard.&nbsp; I shall have mounts and equipment prepared for your journey and then..."<br><br>Aysel cuts in.&nbsp; "I'll make sure your guest shows up on time.&nbsp; I just can't promise anything about his behavior."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>15-05-2007, 23:36:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Inanna shrugs at the plan. "Might as well get thins over with," she says, almost as much to herself as to the others. This seems like an ambush waiting to happen, but there seems to be little choice in it now.<br><br>In her rooms, she prepares herself as best she can, mainly cleaning her sowrd and thinking about tactics and strategy. Unfortunately, she had no knowledge of the prisoner, and little knowledge of whatever her brothers had learned while exploring, so it was very hard to plan. But she girds herself anyway, and makes her way to the courtyard at the appointed hour.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 10:52:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr retires to his quarters, having been away for a few years. He was pleased to find them clean, yet undisturbed by the staff, everything pretty much as he left it.<br><br>An hour wasn't nearly enough time to prepare properly magic-wise, but he did use it to do some maintainance and tidying-up of his usual arsenal of hung spells -&nbsp; tightening lynchpins, strengthening a weak spot here and there etc. Once done, he made his way to the courtyard below.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>17-05-2007, 19:54:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob has little to do in his quarters, but makes sure what equipment he still carries is ready.&nbsp; He takes a half-hour nap to clear his mind for the arduous task of concentration, before heading down to the courtyard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-05-2007, 20:40:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reconvening in the courtyard, the siblings find that fresh horses and full packs have been brought out for them.&nbsp; Off to one side, the ifrit stands, watching all the activity and tapping her foot with barely concealed impatience.&nbsp; After the last of you arrives, Aysel enters from the far end of the courtyard, accompanied by a dozen guards and a stranger.<br><br>He's a touch under six feet, fair haired, with pale blue eyes and a sarcastic half-smile on his lips.&nbsp; His clothes are an unusual style, mostly black and green.&nbsp; He is unarmed...and manacled.<br><br>"Here is your charge, Prince Corwin of Amber" Aysel says.&nbsp; "Return him to felicity, why don't you?"<br><br>"Gee, thanks.&nbsp; Don't I at least get a kiss goodbye," he says to her in an accent as strange as his clothes.&nbsp; And, when she takes this flirtatious jab with no more emotion that a vicious glint in her eye, he smirks...right up until the ifrit strides over and whispers something in his ear.<br><br>Whatever she says, it leaves him pale and shaken.<br><br>For her part, the ifrit now bears her own mysterious smile.&nbsp; &nbsp;Bowing to the four of you, she departs.<br><br>"Can we go now?&nbsp; Please," Corwin says.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>26-05-2007, 08:53:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It's not the first time they've been glad to have the <em>ifrit</em> on their side, but probably the first (in Jacob's memory, anyway) where the effects have been so...dramatic.<br><br>He nods his head to the captive.&nbsp; "Prince Corwin, I am Jacob of Al-Ahlam.&nbsp; I trust that our journey will be...uneventful."&nbsp; Jacob steps forward, cautiously, to help the manacled man onto his mount.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 22:06:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhh, yeah," Corwin says, his eyes drifting back toward the ifrit.&nbsp; "I'll behave.&nbsp; Honest!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 22:20:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Innana looks him over and decides not to respond. They aren't going to get anything useful out of him as long as the Ifrit is around.<br><br>"I trust you will," is all she manages as she gets on her own mount, ready to be off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>30-05-2007, 11:34:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zephyr stays silent, merely observing the man, trying to learn his body language and mannerisms. He found long ago that people reveal a lot more than they intend to about themselves and their intentions through subconscious means, and he figured they need as big an advantage as they can over this Corwin, if he's everything they've been warned he is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-05-2007, 14:51:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With some awkwardness caused by his manacles, Corwin scrambles into his saddle.<br><br>"Can we get going now, please?"<br><br>Aysel snorts.<br><br>"May your road be straight and level, my siblings.&nbsp; And as for you, do not return.&nbsp; Next time I may not stop my men from slitting you open."<br><br>Then she signals to the guards to let you pass, ignoring Corwin's sudden, nervous laughter.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>01-06-2007, 02:03:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inanna takes a place beside Corwin, flanking to prevent any sudden movement.<br><br>"And what, may I ask, brought you to our lands to begin with?" she asks, not harshly, simply curious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-06-2007, 02:06:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You won't believe me," he mutters sullenly.&nbsp; "But I was <em>lost</em>.&nbsp; I was looking for someplace else and ended up here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>02-06-2007, 22:58:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob rides on the other side of Corwin, watching him carefully.&nbsp; "You were lost?&nbsp; In <em>Shadow</em>?&nbsp; How did you manage that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-06-2007, 03:57:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I knew the answer to that question, I wouldn't have gotten lost, now, would I?"<br><br>Corwin sulks in the saddle, only too obviously unhappy about this entire turn of events.<br><br>"I was expecting...I don't know.&nbsp; A flat plain with a tree on it.&nbsp; Not a city.&nbsp; And certainly not all this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>03-06-2007, 13:54:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" And what was the significance of that plain and tree to you?" asks Zephyr, equally curious. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-06-2007, 15:50:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"N-nothing, really, just..."<br><br>Corwin blushes.<br><br>"A landmark I heard about from someone who must have given me bad directions, that's all."<br><br>Not the best lie, if it is a lie.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>03-06-2007, 15:55:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So you set off through Shadow to find an empty plain with a single tree, and end up in our city? Bad directions is the understatement of the millennium, unless there's more to it than that?" Zephyr is obviously expecting Corwin to elaborate further.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 15:35:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, that about covers it.&nbsp; You wouldn't be interested in the reasons."&nbsp; He gestures.&nbsp; "Suffice to say my sources did not indicate anything like <em>this</em>."<br><br>He shakes his head.<br><br>"Shall we get going, please?&nbsp; I've dwelled on this enough as it is, and I have no answers to provide.&nbsp; Besides, that..."&nbsp; He shivers.&nbsp; "That person already put the question to me quite efficiently!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Amber: Court of Dreams] Part One: Blood's Gift</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 21:03:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inanna almost smiles at his mention of the Ifrit. She's familiar with its methods, in a second hand way, and has heard similar from others.<br><br>But his words bother her. In her time exploring, she rarely found something different from what she expected. She may have found more than she expected, but not something different. Perhaps something was able to throw this Corwin off his chosen path. They would have to be wary of that on this trip as well.<br><br>"Yes, let's go," she says as she looks ahead, "there's little to be gained standing here."
			</dd>
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