From sodapop@mpcc.org Fri Mar 11 00:33:57 1994 Date: Thu, 10 Mar 1994 21:02:52 -0500 (GMT-0500) From: Wendi Strang-Frost To: jason's amber campaign Subject: diary VI Flora proves to be an excellent teacher. Something that doesn't look like Jubal walks by the dining hall. Not taking the chance that Cameron's lying, I follow. Kalyn over reacts, but doesn't follow. We wind up in the infirmary. Nobody's saying anything- so I'm not asking. Jubal's playing with his hands. Laughter needs a page. I oblige her. Jubal continues to play with his hands. Laughter mentions there was trouble with a Trump entry. Cameron and Jubal get pissy so I step back. Laughter spills the story. Jubal has walked the Pattern, twice. Jubal gets flabby. He obviously doesn't know how to shape shift, beyond the wounds I used to give him. I head to the kitchen for the lunch I missed when Jubal gets attacked by a demon. Cameron and I arrive to see Jubal bounced off the far wall. Note: I need to conjure dangerous things that are far less complicated. Sandr and Laughter deliver enough of a one-two punch to send it on its way. Sandr seems to have a way of following it and asks for volunteers. I volunteer for the simple reason that it scares the shit out of me that Amber could be invaded like this and I feel the overwhelming need to do something. The same need that got me into the Great War and the Indian Wars. Sandr disappears. Gerard says he wants to go too. Sandr is in position and holding. I didn't want to risk a repeat performance of his arrival in the main hall, so I step through and tell Sandr to Trump Gerard. I don't know how Sandr was able to get us to the demon, but it's a damn useful ability. He's beginning to recover himself a bit in my eyes. The demon starts chanting so I let out a war whoop and charge it. I'm not sure Gerard realized it was casting something, but I wasn't going to let it complete the spell. Lost my sword for the trouble. Gerard grappled it and nearly smashed me by body slamming the thing. Laughter tossed me Sequence as a replacement. I watch Gerard grapple until the demon spikes him. I step in and hamstring it then. Man, that _was_ a head butt. It gets away whil I watch Arden spin. Julian runs it through a short time later. I thank Sandr of the assist, and since he drools when I light a cigarette,I give him some. Sandr, Gerard and Laughter trump back. I decide to walk back and let my head clear. It clears into the image of Fiona. She wants to know what happened. There's not much I can tell her, so she has me deliver a message to Jubal about Logrus and Trump. I stop Vialle after dinner to see who's been the larger asshole- Random or myself. Seems as though I have that singular honor. Although in my defense, I must say that I was not aware that his is his first case of internal trouble. Vaille says she'll talk to him. I just don't want the grudge match to start up again with Random. I don't think either of us has as much patience as we used to.