From liamr@css.itd.umich.edu Fri Jan 21 14:57:31 1994 Date: Thu, 20 Jan 1994 19:59:47 -0500 (EST) From: Liam Hoekenga To: shadows@umich.edu Subject: Archimedes Dairy (I) (fwd) Heres Archimedes' first diary... looks like it may have gotten sent to the wrong address, and chico's not helping... it looks like chico may have eaten the "Mail Delivery" message that normally tells when something is wrong... enjoy? ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Wed, 19 Jan 1994 20:17:17 -0500 (GMT-0500) From: Wendi Strang-Frost To: jason's amber campaign Subject: Archimedes Dairy (I) At the end of the Indian wars. (Session I. 01.14.94) A tolerable ride with Jubal turns into somewhat of a mystery. I swear that he got a trump call. It had to have been, but he acts as though he's never heard of Trumps before. He can be an infuriating puzzle. So I let him hold the dynamite. After all this, Florimel trumps me. A hundred and seventy-five years of solitude shot to hell. She wants me to come back to Amber for a formal ball, for Christsakes. Not that I would have attended one when I dwelt in Remba. I, in no uncertain terms, said no. Shortly ofther that, someone begins to follow us- through shadow. I nearly killed our persuer with geography before I stopped to think that power over shadow runs in our family and that I might not be popular if I managed to damage a relative. My paranoia isn't getting any better. Once I recognized the lead rider as Kalyn, there wasn't need to continue. He was rather excited, ranting about how this Chaos 'thing' was out to get me. (Could have used that information a bit sooner, if it turns out to be true.) The only reason I pay him half a mind is because he said that Benedict set him to the task. Although, asking assistance is hardly in Benedict's repetoire. Kalyn must have trumped him, because Benedict trumps me shortly after. (There's one I owe you, Kalyn.) Actually, it seems like someone in Chaos has taken to imitating Benedict, at least well enough to convince Kalyn. What seems to be the actual case, is someon in Chaos wants Jubal dead as Kalyn was supposed to rush to my defense and kill the Chaos 'thing'. How quaint. Makes me wonder about Jubal's healing ability though. I wonder if it is any way related to this more complicated shaping? Hell, if Jubal was sent from Chaos to kill me and actually accomplished it, I'd deserve it for ever allowing myself to be that stupid in the first place. Kaly is as entertaining as he ever was. Made a right fool out of himself infront of Benedict. Then he asks me for help. I suggest that he's beyond my power. This sudden re-emergence of my family is not an over all good omen, however. With this thought in mind I part company from my relatives and continue. Blew up as many Washington D.C.'s as I could find. It didn't help much. Not the catharsis I was counting on, but it made one hell of a noise. An unsatisfying endeaver in the end, however. So I waxed philosophical- for as long as I could stand it while the last White House burned. My life started skidding downhill with that incident in Rebma. Every shadow therafter has ended the same way- death and destruction. Perhaps my subconscious had adopted a certain inclination and my power over shadow is allowing it to manifest as an increasing downslope in the matter of my luck. Anyway... The trouble started there. Maybe if I fix that mess, the karmic teeter totter will tilt back in my favor. Or at the very least, maybe I can avoid this growing tendency to kill things for awhile. Filled with resolve, I trump Llewella... If I had to hedge my bets on that one, I'd say I lost. (Her proposition was, at the least, alarming, and would do nothing to forward my cause.) But I didn't seem to offend her and I got a wealth of information from her. So much so that now I have a plan...