Date: Wed, 6 Apr 1994 18:07:49 -0500 (GMT-0500)
From: Wendi Strang-Frost <sodapop@mpcc.org>
Subject: Archimedes X
To: "jason's amber campaign" <shadows@umich.edu>
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(I hate it when I stop taking notes half way through the campaign...)


	Actually made it to breakfast.
	Ulysses pounds on the door and informs me that the trump don't 
work.  I have to agree upon staring at one of the many cards he tosses 
into my lap.  I follow he and Sandr until Cameron shows up and says 
Random wants us all in the main hall.
	The puppet government has fallen in Chaos (big surprise?).  House 
Hendrake (whatever that is) is now in charge and hell-bent on attacking 
Amber.
	Random wants us all on hand in case he thinks of something for us 
to do.  He's already sent all of his brothers and sisters off on errands 
of their own.  I'm not sure what he's trying to prove.  I'm blaming it on 
the stress of the situation for now.
	We head to the infirmary where Corwin bleeds unnaturally.  Jubal 
makes a blood image of himself which Random makes him question in front 
of all of us.  That lacked all tact.  Especially when this image seemed 
to represent an absence in Jubal's memory (which explains a lot).  The 
name of our opponent was revealed, as well as that of Jubal's mother.  
Thankfully, Jubal was able to wind up the questioning shortly after 
that.  I hope he gets the chance to recast the spell in private.  I sure 
as hell wouldn't want an audience for my past.
	Random gives us the afternoon to prepare.  We're to find Benedict 
in shadow, since the trumps aren't working.  Hope we find him before army 
Hendrake finds us.  Sandr is not happy with the situation and notes his 
displeasure loudly.  I suggest to Jubal that since Random is making him 
go with us, we might as well have him whole.  Random over hears and 
eliminates the potentiality of the idea.  By the time Jubal and I get to 
him, he's out of his head with pain.  The more I observe him, the more 
Sandr reminds me of a dog that's been beat too much.  Didn't stop me from 
enjoying it when Random decked him later on that evening, but the little 
prick really deserved it then, considering the situation.
	Add that Laughter and Ulysses had disappeared by this point.  
Random had to call Bleys back to help us track them down.  Apparently 
Ulysses had gone looking for Dworkin and Laughter had gone looking for 
him.  Hey presto, they all end up unconscious in the same area.
	Sequence was the only casualty.  I was in the process of 
explaining that to her when Ulysses proved that not only did he lack 
tact, but had no sense of timing either.  I hit him twice for his 
stupidity.  I guess I'm a bit stressed too.  I doubt he'll hold it 
against me, and if he does, such is life.
	Sandr does have some interesting ideas on the Pattern.  Can't say 
as I was ever interested in the damn thing. It gave me freedom when I 
needed it, but I haven't given it much thought since, or at least until 
Laughter brought it up the other day.  It's all way beyond me, and I 
don't feel bad for it.
	We're to resume our search for Benedict in the morning.  I don't 
believe I've felt this cheery since sitting in a trench at Verdun.  At 
least fighting is something I can understand...