When did the War of the Shards start?


People like to have first causes. The rebellion started when a tax was 
placed on tea, or the assassination of the archduke lead to the war.


It isn't that easy. Look at a first cause, and you can usually find 
something behind that, and on, and on in endless regression.

So when the War of the Shards started is a matter of debate. However 
by the time Rinaldo was crowned King of Kashfa it was underway. Few at 
that time knew of the momentous events that were happening.

That would change.



In Kashfa it is the day of Rinaldo's coronation. It is a day of 
celebration for the people, and one of hope for Rinaldo is well loved 
in Kashfa.  Jeanette, Madrach, and Vance find themselves together 
admist the bustle and preparations for the activities to come.

Vance glances to the others. "We seem to have chosen an opportune time 
to take a walk."

Madrak nods, stroking his beard as he walks. "So it would seem."

Vance slows, as he approaches a building with the symbol of a needle 
and a ball of thread intricately carved on a wooden sign. Like many 
of the shops, there is no writing on the sign above the door.

Jeanette simply walks along with the other two, content to listen...

Krinac to Vance: Not just a tailor I guess?

Vance smiles. "Ah, here we are."

Vance to Krinac: You wouldn't know it, but the Voice resides here.

Madrak looks at the sign. "Indeed," he rumbles. "Is this particular 
here of special import?"

Vance says, "Somewhat. I need to see about a torn cloak."

Madrak ahs.

Krinac to Vance: Ok, but there is a real tailor who works the shop. 
Kaisarah resides upstairs. (cover you know)

Through the windows a tailor can be seen working away.

Vance walks into the shop. An old man comes forward, to which Vance 
bows, and says, "I need to see about a torn cloak left here yesterday. 
Tender fabric, rips easily. My name is Vance. Is the master about?"

Madrak follows along, studying various outfits, all of them black or 
charcoal in color.

Jeanette seems to share Madrak's tastes, if not his fashion, as she 
surveys the possibilities offered by the shop.

Vance to Krinac: The cloak, obviously, won't be ready. But it will 
allow us to have an excuse to talk, and trade information via gestures 
and inflections of voice...the way it was done in the old days, before 
the purge.

The tailor takes a needle from his mouth, poking it into a sewing 
dummy. "Yes, he's about. Wait a minute I'll see if he'll see you now."
The tailor then goes through a curtain.


Vance glances to the others. "I apologize for dragging you along on 
such trivial matters."

Jeanette simply nods, silent.

Vance says, "Did either of you wish to join in the celebrations, 
today?"

Madrak considers a coat in a style favored by some in Begma, and says 
quietly, "Sometimes I wonder if anything is trivial, Vance."

Vance replies, "Not if you value it."

A man emerges, and he doesn't look much like a tailor. He is tall, 
lean and swarthy, wrapped in the traditional black garments of the the 
natives of the great Kashfan desert. A curved blade rests comfortably 
at his side.

Vance smiles. "Ah, Kaisarah. Just the other day, I brought a cloak in 
for tending. Some of those less professional would just tear the fabric 
more, but I know you pride yourself on your work. How is it coming 
along?"

Vance to Krinac: Translation: I know you wouldn't join in on the others 

bidding for my head. What is the situation?

Madrak's gaze lingers on the Begman-styled coat for a long time, and 
then he turns his back on it, expression dark.

Krinac to Vance: Well I don't entirely blame her this time. You could 
make this whole conversation open to her and Madrak.

Kaisarah bows to Vance, "I'm so sorry that your cloak is not ready, we 
have been very busy. I told you I might not be able to get to it until 
tomorrow."

Madrak leans on his staff, closing his eyes with a fatigued expression.

Krinac to Vance: Translation: "We should talk, can we not speak in 
front of them?

Vance says, "Well, it is a rather new cloak, and I look forward to 
getting a feel for it. I will simply have to wait, I suppose. Do you 
have an idea when tomorrow?"

Vance to Krinac: I have recently met them, and though they are 
promising, I do not yet trust them sufficiently. I will try to meet 
you soon. Do you have a time, and is there anything you have for me 
that cannot wait?

Madrak opens his eyes again.

Kaisarah replies, "By noon. I intend to sleep late after the 
celebrations tonight."

Krinac to Vance: Translation: The Heart of Death has asked for you. 
The guild needs to speak with you."

Vance nods. "Perhaps I will see you at the celebrations, then. I have 
some other errands, but I doubt I will finish them all before the shops 
close." He bows. "My thanks, Kaisarah."

Vance to Krinac: Translation: I will meet you tonight, after the shops 
close, and we can go to the guild.

Madrak sketches an awkward bow, hand on his considerable stomach, and 
moves toward the door.

Kaisarah replies, "Until then." and bows again. He then glides out the 
door with a smooth quiet motion. His assistant returns, "Can I help 
you in any other way?"

Vance glances to his companions, with a questioning gaze.

Madrak says, to the assistant as he leaves, "No. There are not enough 
shrouds in all Kashfa." He steps out of the shop without explaining.

Vance follows, to catch up with Madrak outside.

Jeanette shakes her head... "Another time." She follows the others.

A boy waves at Vance.

Krinac to Vance: Same one who tried to knock you on the head in the 
alleyway.

Vance smiles, and nods to the child as he walks.

Actually boy is a bit of misnomer, he's a youth, his legs are too long 
for his trousers. He is skinny as a rail and covered in dirt.

Madrak's deep voice is gravelly, "Do you believe in Justice?" he asks 
over his shoulder, one eye studying the others.

The boy says, "I've switched sides. There is someone else asking for 
you. A tall outlander with a hound. For a crown I'll show you to him."

Madrak stops, seeing the boy strike up a conversation with Vance.

Vance says, "Yes and no," to Madrak, before he turns to the boy. "Show 
me."

The boy leads the group to a nearby inn. The inkeep is asking Sean, 
"What did he do? Skip out on a gambling bill? You are the third person 
to ask about him today."

Sean shakes his head, smiling, to the barkeep, "Not at all ... I seek 
his counsel, I have been told he is wise and may be able to help me. 
Should you see him, tell him to inquire of Sean of Briarwood at the 
Castle once the festivities are over."

Shamus, a large wolfhound at Sean's side, scratches at some fleas.

Vance walks over to the innkeeper, and slides over a pair of coins. 
"If anyone else asks about 'him', you will tell me." He turns to Sean, 
offhandedly tossing a third coin towards the boy at the door.

Sean looks to Vance and inquires, "You seek the Sorcerer Vance as 
well?"

Vance raises an eyebrow. "Sorcerer is a strong term, and is much to 
live up to. But I am Vance. Who referred you to me?"

Sean smiles, "Hello then ... I was told of you by another sorcerer. I 
travel many worlds, and was told that you had knowledge that might 
help my quest along its way."

Vance nods. "Then, I am happy to assist, if I can." He turns to the 
others. "These are two associates of mine. Madrak and Jeanette." He 
gestures to each in turn. "Shall we sit for a moment?"

The innkeep says, "Umm, sirs, one of the other persons who asked for 
you checked into my last room just a little while ago."

Vance glances back to the innkeep. "Room number." He waits, 
expectantly.

Sean offers a hand first to Madrak, then Jeanette, "I am Sean of 
Briarwood."

Madrak shakes Sean's hand as it is offered, and nods.

Jeanette accepts it, nodding. "Jeanette DuBois."

Sean motions to his side, "This is Shamus, my friend and guide."

Shamus wuffs.

The innkeep says, "No need sir, there he is now." He gestures to a 
man coming out of the east hallway.

Sean looks to the man indicated by the innkeep.

Vance turns to the man, his expression serious.

Rex sweeps regally into the room, eyeing all and sundry with 
dispassionate interest...an interesting trick, that. He sweeps up to 
the bar.

Rex:
     Heart-stoppingly beautiful, in a way no man should be; but there 
he is, a tall man with long, dark hair curling around his broad 
shoulders. His facial expression is pleasant, if slightly haunted; but 
his bearing is regal, beyond a shadow of a doubt. He is a king, every 
inch of him.
      He wears a silvery circlet about his head, which keeps his 
tumbling locks from his face.
      He is clothed in a white silken tunic under a finely cut, 
midnight blue doublet, with a belt of thick, woven silver links upon 
royal blue trousers, and black boots. A travelling cloak of inky black 
drapes majestically over all.

The innkeep mutters as he walks away, "Fastest two crowns I ever 
made."

Rex hails the barkeep. "A glass of your finest red."

The innkeep pours Rex a glass of red wine.

Rex's gaze covers the room, as though wondering where to look first.

Vance looks at Sean, Madrak, and Jeanette. "Excuse me." He walks over 
to Rex. "Greetings, sir. I was told you were looking for one named 
Vance?"

Rex turns to man addressing him, makes and holds eye contact. "Yes; I 
am told he is a Mighty Sorcerer, by one in a position to know the 
truth of things." He sips his wine, as though to present an opportunity 
to respond.

Sean looks to Jeanette and Madrak, "If must be interesting travelling 
with a Sorcerer, yes?"

Jeanette mms softly. "I have not travelled far with him, yet. Nor am I 
sure I intend to do so."

Madrak considers. "I rather imagine so."

Vance chuckles. "It seems someone holds me in high esteem." He pauses, 
before adding, "I am the one of who you speak. Who was it that referred 
you to me?"

Sean ohs to Jeanette and inquires, "Do you seek his counsel as well?"

Jeanette says "When I know what question to ask, I will ask it."

Sean chuckles and nods knowingly, "That is much the same situation I find 

myself in. I understand."

Rex glances briefly at the speaker and his company, and returns his 
gaze to settle on Vance. "Why, a Beautiful Princess, of course. Who 
else? She spoke of matters pressing and arcane; perhaps we could take 
this conversation to a more private setting."

Madrak moves over to the bar, and orders a mug of ale.

Vance nods. "Of course." He turns, gesturing to the others. "These are 

associates of mine. One was referred to me much as you were. Perhaps 
we can take a table in the corner, and talk of this."

Madrak hefts his mug, and moves back over to Vance.

Vance to Krinac: Vance remembers what Flora looks like. Hmm...

Jeanette pauses to acquire a glass of wine, then joins the others.

Sean remains without a drink, but awaits to see which table will be 
chosen.

Rex nods, without looking at the others. "Very well." He drinks again, 
eyes a table, and moves decisively toward it.

The barkeep scuttles up seeing if anyone else needs a drink. (and 
fetches one for them if desired)

Sean declines and follows Rex and Vance.

Vance walks over to a table in the corner, and motions for the others 
to sit.

Rex absently leaves small coinage behind him in the amount of his 
drink's price.

Vance says to the innkeep, "Ale."

Madrak settles heavily into a seat.

Rex reclines gracefully, and motions for a refill. He waits for all to 
be seated.

Sean sits in a chair, and motions to the door and clicks at Shamus.

Shamus wanders over to the fireplace and keeps and eye on the door.

Vance holds the chair out for Jeanette.

Jeanette accepts Vance's offer, as if she had expected it all along.

Vance sits, and turns to Sean and Rex. "Well, both of you were seeking 
me. What can I do for you?"

Sean motions to Rex, "Please feel free to go first."

Rex nods to Sean, and turns to Vance. "We have something in common, I 
am told. There are those who would seek to occupy, or ravage, our 
homelands, for their...(meaningful pause)...resources. You follow my 
meaning."

Madrak purses his lips, and takes a long draught of ale.

Vance nods. "Indeed, I do. And, it has begun."

Rex raises his eyebrows. "Oh? How fares the battle, then?"

Vance frowns. "The greatest has fallen, and the others could be next."

Rex raises an eyebrow. "You command multiple resources? That would be 

impressive."

Vance says, "Command? No. I simply have a familiarity with them."

Jeanette says "They must certainly be valuable to these folk, if they 
desire them so much."

Jeanette says "Perhaps we might wish to explore their reasons for 
doing so."

Vance says, "If we knew who they were, that would be possible."

Rex nods. "I see." He seems slightly disappointed. He turns to 
Jeanette. "They are beyond price; if you knew what they represent, you 
would understand." He looks back to Vance. "Do you have a plan to 
defend what you value?"

Rex sips his wine, again.

Sean leans over to Jeanette, "They represent Law and Chaos, I am told. 
Law's kingdom is called Amber," he whispers.

Vance says, "Find who is responsible, and see what can be done. For 
now, the ones where I have a small amount of influence have been 
warned." Vance then glances to the rest. "But, perhaps we should speak 
more clearly, for the benefit of others."

Madrak looks directly at Vance. "Do you speak of Begma?"

Rex shrugs, addressing Vance, and the others by default. "I have 
little to hide; you would not want to see my homeland, Nadir. It's a 
real dive."

Vance looks back to Madrak. "Begma has suffered the loss of which I 
speak. But, this resource extends deep into other worlds, other 
places, which the Amberites call Shadows."

Madrak says "Begma is gone, and all her people dead."

Rex seems to ponder Madrak's words, as though weighing pros and cons 
of such an event.

Vance blinks, once. "I had not realized the damage had extended that 
far." He frowns, deeply.

Jeanette lifts an eyebrow... "Completely?"

Madrak drains his ale. "Quite completely. The brother of Coral and 
Naida is numbered among the dead."

Jeanette ahs, softly, and glances down at the floor.

Sean frowns, "That is most horrible that many have died. My 
condolences."

Rex continues to weigh his options, by the look on his face. At 
length, he addresses Vance. "I would like to see the handiwork of 
these forces."

Madrak sighs heavily, and inclines his head.

Vance frowns. "I believe everyone at this table is more than they 
seem. Rex seems to bear a power similar to my own. But, you all have a 
stake in this. Should these...resources...be destroyed, it could be the 
end of everything. It will definately leave the Golden Circle 
shattered, and possibly much more."

Jeanette nods... "My own land has seen war, but..."

Sean says "What ... is the Golden Circle?"

Madrak says "I would like to see justice done, in this matter, if it 
is within my power."

Rex listens to Vance's response.

Vance turns to Sean. "Amber's closest allies, and trading partners."

Sean nods, "That I understand. I am afraid my question is somewhat 
different than what has been asked. Though your matters certainly seem 
of great import."

Vance nods. "I will address it in a moment, Sean. He turns back to 
gaze at Rex. "I would be interesting in seeing Begma, if anything 
remains worth seeing." He then looks to Madrak. "Is there anything 
left?"

Rex nods, half to himself.

Madrak says "Nothing living, I suspect... but it may be possible to 
learn something, there."

Vance hmms. "If everyone is in agreement, we can leave tomorrow. But, 
first, there is the matter of Sean's question...and some 
introductions."

Sean nods, "I seek information about the Blight, someplaces called 
the Black Road. I am on a quest to find the cure for it."

Vance to Krinac: What do I know about the Black Road?

Krinac to Vance: Went puft after the big shadowstorm... at least in 
all the BP shadows it did.  It is highly classified that the Pattern 
was stained.

Rex looks at Sean, quizically. "The road is ill?"

Vance hmms, considering, and giving the others an opportunity to 
answer.

Sean nods, "It manifests in my homeland as a blight ... causing death 
to our crops and will soon starve my people out all togeter."

Vance says, "To my knowledge, the Black Road disappeared in the wake 
of the shadowstorm that swept through all lands."

Sean says "No sir ... it was weakened greatly ... but there are those 
who seek to strengthen it again."

Vance frowns. "How did you manage to leave your land, Sean of 
Briarwood?"

Sean says "I am the Chosen. I am the only to survive the Stag's 
calling to the Briarwood. That is why it is my mission to seek the 
Dragon's Eye and cure the Blight."

Vance to Krinac: Vance rereads Ashlin's letter. "I forgot that Begma 

was completely destroyed. Ah, we can put that off to me feigning 
surprise..."

Rex purses his lips. "At least somebody's path is relatively clear."

Krinac to Vance: Or maybe that Vance didn't believe it in his bones.

Sean says "Known, but not clear, sir. I do not know where to find the 
Dragon's Eye, or even what it is. Nor do I know how to begin to cure 
the Blight."

Jeanette hmms, "What nation uses a dragon for its sigil?"

Vance hmms. "Chaos uses a serpentine banner, Jeanette." He turns to 
Sean. "I would like to see this Briarwood, Sean. Perhaps I can help 
bring about a cure, for I doubt the events we speak of are unrelated." 
He pauses, as if considering the revelation of a great secret, before 
saying, "An agent of the Pattern is responsible for what occurred in 
Begma. Amber and Chaos have realized they are too closely matched, and 
grasp at the independent powers between them in order to gain an 
advantage. In doing so, all in between could be lost...unless those 

powers can join to resist these two mighty forces."

Madrak frowns thoughtfully.

Sean says "Well the Briarwood should be safe from this ... I am the 
first of hundreds to survive, and the powers it has granted me are 
weak compared to what I have seen."

Vance adds, "The fact that you are here means you have a connection to 
one of the pawns in their game. Will you play on their terms, or your 
own?"

Rex chuckles to himself.

Vance says to Sean, "Picture two great misers, competing for wealth. 
Even a single farthing can make the difference - and if you are here, 
you control more than a farthing's worth."

Sean thinks about this a moment, "I believe I understand ... If a 
farthing is these coins I have seen used."

Vance to Krinac: Sound about right? I'm extrapolating from Ashlin's 
letter, and adding in knowledge and guesses.'.

Jeanette nods, "A farthing is a very small coin."

Vance nods. "The least of them, yes."

Sean nods, "I understand then."

Madrak says "Do you know which agent of Amber is responsible for the 
fall of Begma?"

Vance says, "Begma was a great gem. Its loss is Amber's gain." He 
looks at Madrak. "No, I do not. I know a few that I do not suspect, 
but that is all."

Krinac to Vance: Sounds good, the mechanics aren't too clear to Vance. 
Nothing he knows would explain how to destroy a shadow entirely.

Vance to Krinac: The closest would be the Dark Well. I may not be able 
to explain it, but I can comprehend that such power exists.

Vance to Krinac: Agenda: Guild tonight, the celebration if the others 

wish, then Begma. If nothing changes by then, I will next go to 
Sunfall, before asking Sean to take me to Briarwood.'.

Rex says "Let us complete our introductions, then, and make plans for 
the morrow. You may call me Rex."

Rex finishes his glass of wine, and motions for another.

Sean says "I am Sean of Briarwood."

Jeanette nods, sipping her wine... "Jeanette DuBois."

Krinac to Vance: Sounds good. Do you want to try using the Gloves to 
detect the BP in these people?

Vance to Krinac: When we prepare to depart. I don't want their 
attention on me when I do it.

Krinac to Vance: Are you going to take the others to the guild?

Vance to Krinac: I am considering taking one, for an ally should 
things turn ill. If I do take anyone, it'll be Madrak. Jeanette is too 
slippery, Rex and Sean are brand new, and Madrak carries himself well.

Vance to Krinac: Unless you'd prefer something else, in which case I 
can try to rationalize something appropriate.

Krinac to Vance: I can cover for some. The others should be polite and 
try to worm their way into your meeting or the stuff I have planned.

Vance waits for Madrak, remaining silent.

Madrak says "Sometimes I'm called Madrak."

Rex sips his wine, and surveys the room, as if looking for something.

Vance nods, and says, "And, I am Vance, sometimes known as Vintir. 
And, in certain select circles, the Master of the Flaw. We live in 
interesting times, and are fortunate to be brought together at this 
juncture. On the morrow, it seems a journey to Begma is in order. I 
would suggest enjoying tonight's celebrations...what we find at Begma 
may kill joviality entirely."

Madrak sighs heavily. "I agree. In my case, it already has."

Rex brightens, and raises his glass. "Hear, hear."

Sean says "I have something I must do on the morrow here... Shall we 
leave after it is completed?"

Vance nods. "We can wait for your business, Sean. What time of day 
will it be complete?"

Sean says "Early in the morning I hope."

Vance nods, and rises. "I will see you all on the morrow, then. Madrak, 
perhaps we can speak briefly before then."

Rex nods, and rises, as well.

The barkeeper walks up. "Can I get you anything else. I'm about to 
close down the bar so I can make it to the processional."

Vance drains his ale, and says, "No. And you've been well-paid for 
your time."

Sean shakes his head, and walks towards the door, clicking for Shamus 
to join him.

Rex loks at the barkeep. "Yes, a large bottle, or very small barrel, 
of this fine red. What processional?"

Madrak says "I believe I've had enough ale for this evening, barkeep, 
but thank you."

The barkeep looks at Rex like he is daft, "The coronation 
processional." But he hurries to fetch the bottle.

Madrak sees Vance motion for him to stay, when the others aren't 
looking.

Vance to Krinac: Vance scans for Broken Pattern traces.

Vance sees Madrak nods slightly.

Vance to Krinac and Madrak: Vance was going to take Madrak somewhere 

where they could talk privately.

Krinac to Vance: Rex has something, but it sure isn't BP but maybe 
like the flaw, Jeanette has nothing, but her gem appears to have 
something very much like the flaw, Sean has the worst case of the 
flaw Vance has ever felt in anyone living, and Madrak doesn't appear 
to have any flaw at all.

Two hours until the processional.

Rex refills his glass, gets a clean glass, cradles his large bottle in 
the crook of the arm carrying the extra glass, and goes on the prowl.

Jeanette goes back to that tailor, to select proper garb for the 
evening.

Jeanette gets proper garb with no trouble.

Madrak takes a walk.

The processional isn't much. Marching army and cavalry, and a fancy 
carriage with no windows. The crowd goes wild. Probably because of the 
largess. There is a guy on the back of the carriage throwing coins to 
the crowd. It does wonders for a ruler's popularity.

Madrak leans on his staff.

Vance walks down the street, moving away from the crowded areas. "This 
way - I'll explain as we go."

Madrak nods. "Very well." He follows you, moving quietly for a man of 
his bulk.

Vance says "I have contacts in Kashfa. Though I do not trust them any 
farther than I can throw them, we have a certain mutual respect. The man 
I spoke to earlier was one of them. I need to meet with those he 
represents...but I do not feel safe going alone. As we walk, I figured 
you and I could talk about Begma - it contained what would be called 
the most pure of the Broken Patterns, and I was wondering what you 
knew of this."

Madrak says "Nothing, at the time. Though it seemed that -something- 
had destroyed a fortress from the inside, and a great power consumed 
the world."

Madrak says "I was fortunate to escape."

Vance frowns. "I'm sorry. You had kin there?"

Madrak shakes his head. "No, but such a tremendous loss of life..."

Vance nods. "Yes, I know. We will find who is responsible." Vance stops 
at a two-story building, with no sign out front. "This is the place." 
He knocks twice on the back door.

Krinac to Madrak and Vance: You are admitted.

Krinac to Vance: Back to Kaisarah's I assume?

Vance to Krinac: Nope. The Guild Hall - the tailor is just a contact 
point, and has served its purpose. Using it after the initial meeting 
just arouses suspicion.

Madrak follows Vance into the building.

The pair are taken up to the second floor. The windows have boards 
partially covering them, and there is a desk against one wall.

Krinac to Madrak and Vance: The two of you have to wait almost an hour 
before Kaisarah appears.

Vance hmms. "He must have been detained."

Madrak frowns. "Is this unusual?"

Vance says, "Not out of the ordinary, but I had thought he would be 
on time, tonight."

Kaisarah says, "Apologies, I was at a celebration."

Vance nods. "Kaisarah, this is Madrak."

Madrak nods to Kaisarah gravely.

Kaisarah says, "Are you prepared to discuss matters now?"

Vance nods. "I am."

Kaisarah says, "We want some information, that you may have. We want 
to know all you can tell us about Rinaldo. Who his friends are, who his 
enemies are, strengths, weaknesses."

Vance considers, "I can provide some information. Why the interest?"

Madrak's eyes narrow a little.

Kaisarah says, "For you Vance, I will be honest. I am not sure why we 
are to find out about Rinaldo. At first I believe were planning his 
death, but now we have been given clear instructions to report his 
every move, but to take no action against him."

Vance says, "Smart move. He has powerful allies, and killing the most 
popular ruler since Kasman would be an idiotic move. He's being 
accepted with open arms by the people."

Madrak says, "None of whom would be able to help or avenge him if 
he were killed in secret."

Kaisarah says, "That may be what the populace thinks, but he killed a 
lord of Amber. You remember what happened to us when we killed Ashlin. 
They came down here looking for every assassin they could find. I 
lived through the purge, Vance. I don't want to see another one."

There is a sudden fire in Vance's eyes. "Never mention Ashlin's name 
again." After a long pause, he calms slightly, and says, "Amber has to 
tread carefully with Rinaldo. He's the son of Jasra...and Brand. He 
can pronounce a death curse upon his foes, even with his last breath."

Madrak frowns at Vance's reaction.

Kaisarah says, "Perhaps that is it, but I'm afraid we are already 
involved. We had orders to contact you before. You are the logical 
person to take down Rinaldo. You are still a guild member and you are 
an adept of the Broken Pattern. And it is no secret that you bear no 
love for Jasra's son. Then the Heart said that we just wanted to speak 
with you, but not to try to sign you up against Rinaldo. I don't 
understand the Heart of Death. That troubles me.

Madrak looks up, grey eye studying Kaisarah.

Vance frowns. "Interesting. The Heart is correct - I will not be 
involved in Kashfa's succession. A storm is coming, and Rinaldo may 
be the best to weather Kashfa through it, despite our differences. 
Besides, my only problem with the son is that he follows his mother's 
will. She and I will have a reckoning, one day, but I am more 
inclined to a truce until the crisis has passed. Have you heard of 
what occurred in Begma?"

Kaisarah says, "No one has heard much of Begma of late. Their party 
did not even arrive to see Coral crowned queen."

Vance says, with utter seriousness, "Coral has no homeland. As Madrak 
can attest to, Begma is completely destroyed."

Kaisarah pauses a bit, "Two questions, who and how?"

Madrak says "The world burned."

Kaisarah says, "Poetic, the Jazeil would like it, but that doesn't 
really answer my question."

Vance says, "Someone of Amber heritage caused it, and absorbed the 
greatest of the Broken Patterns for Amber in the process. Now, what I 
am about to tell you is for you and the Heart, only. No one is to be 
told...including the Hand."

Kaisarah replies, "I did not live this long by being foolish, the Hand 
knows what he needs to know to do his job, no more."

Vance says, "Begma had the greatest of the Broken Patterns. That 
distinction now falls to Kashfa. Now, if I was the Heart, I would 
offer my assistance to the Sorcerer's Guild, free of charge. If you 
wish, I will pen a letter detailing the situation to them. If the 
Broken Pattern of Kashfa is destroyed, nothing will remain of this 
place but dust."

Madrak says "I would wish to speak to Coral and Nayda, of their 
brother."

Kaisarah says, "I'll take that letter and pass your advice along to 
the Heart. Can you answer our request and tell us all that you know 
of Rinaldo?"

Vance nods. "Son of Brand and Jasra, he grew up in the Keep of Four 
Worlds - the one which Kasman tried to assail repeatedly. He is a 
sorceror like his parents, and I have heard rumors of his claiming 
certain powers that his father bore. He is friends with the mercenary 
Dalt, as well. What else do you wish to know?"

Vance turns to Madrak. "I do not believe we can gain access to the 
women, though I can try."

Kaisarah says, "Do you know anything of the person named Merlin who 
has been seen in his company?"

Vance to Krinac: Do I?

Madrak nods to Vance, and sits down again.

Krinac to Vance: Not really, Random named him Duke of the Western 
Marches, he's the son of Corwin... that's about it.

Vance says, "Duke of the Western Marches, son of Corwin...and, if the 
reports from the war are correct, he has a Chaosian heritage."

Vance to Krinac: That was witnessed by several soldiers and some 
nobility, so I assume there's at least a rumor of it.

Vance says, "I have been away recently, so my knowledge of current 
events is a bit scant."

Kaisarah says, "Really? That may put the destruction of Begma in a 
different light. We don't know why but Amber was suddenly very 
interested in signing a golden circle treaty with us. It may be that 
Rinaldo is working with this Merlin for Chaos, and against Amber. Or 
do you know for a fact this isn't so?"

Vance says, "Rinaldo serves his mother's interests, at least in part. 
Jasra would never condone the destruction of a Broken Pattern. She's 
spent too much effort, made too many sacrifices for that knowledge."

Kaisarah says, "Then even she is an ally of sorts."

Vance says, "Of sorts, yes. She has a vested interest, but I wouldn't 
turn my back on her." Vance then mutters something that sounds 
suspiciously like 'again'.

Madrak frowns.

Kaisarah says, "You've given me much to tell the heart. I'll pass your 
words and warnings along."

Vance nods. "I have given what you've asked, and more. My friend 
needs a favor, in return. We need to speak with Coral and Nayda."

Madrak nods solemnly.

Kaisarah says, "Not exactly my realm of expertise. We don't meddle in 
politics. I know people of course, but you know the same people. How 
quickly does your friend need the appointment? Coral was crowned queen 
tonight. She's probably a little busy."

Madrak says "She'll want to see me. I spoke with her brother before he 
died."

Madrak says "I would pay my respects, and tell her of his passing."

Vance frowns. "Rinaldo will be suspicious if I come along...but, then 
again, I need to make a truce of sorts with him, anyway. He's one of 
the ones currently bidding for me, and I don't want that distraction 
to continue."

Kaisarah says, "You realize an introduction from an assassin isn't the 
easiest way to get inside a castle. Why not go to the castle yourself 
and say you are a messenger from Begma with bad news."

Vance says, "We need to be discreet. If it's known that Begma is gone, 
there may be a panic. Actually, I was hoping that we could send a 
letter rather than a personal appearance..." Vance glances to Madrak. 
"But I suppose that would not be sufficient?"

Madrak says "It seems... inappropriate."

Vance nods, and looks back to Kaisarah. "My connections are somewhat 
rusty. But, you have done work for many of Kashfa's elite. Surely 
one can be convinced to convey word about a private meeting."

Vance pauses, then adds, "And, it has to be tonight."

Kaisarah considers for a bit.

Madrak says "Word will spread soon enough of what has happened. It 
would be best to tell them immediately."

Kaisarah says, "Most of the people I would contact are already inside 
the castle at Rinaldo's coronation ball. Getting an appointment 
tonight will not be easy. I'll see what I can do. Where are you 
staying? I'll contact you in two hours."

Vance gives the name of a tavern. "You should know the place well - 
you've been in hiding there more than once, as I recall. Two hours. 
We'll be waiting."

Kaisarah says, "It will just be him though Vance. Too many people know 
you at the palace. Rinaldo would want severe assuarances before he let 
you through the door. We don't have the time."

Vance nods. "Fine. As long as he gets word, that's sufficient."

Madrak nods. "I am willing to meet them alone, if need be."

Kaisarah says, "I'll contact you within two hours."

Vance nods, and moves to depart.

Madrak stands, and bows slightly to Kaisarah.

Krinac: It actually only took a little more than an hour. It was 
arranged, Madrak was to be escorted to see Nayda and Coral.

Vance turns to Madrak. "Tell Rinaldo this. My concern has always been 
first for the Broken Patterns, and I am a man of Kashfa. These 
concerns override our current dispute. I am willing to call a truce 
till this matter is settled."

Madrak nods to Vance. "I will tell him, but I would like you to answer 
a question for me, after I have."

Vance nods. "With the stakes this high, I am at your disposal."

Kaisarah says, "I don't know if you will see Rinaldo. I got you in to 
see Coral. I don't know where Nayda is, and Rinaldo is the guest of 
honor, and a little drunk from what I've heard."

Madrak frowns. "I see. Well, it must be done."

Vance says, "Go with him, Madrak. He will not lead you astray."

Madrak nods, and taking up his staff, makes ready to follow Kaisarah.

[Time passes...]

Madrak returns to the inn where he meets up with Vance.

Vance is sitting alone, by the fireplace. "How did it go?"

Madrak sighs heavily. "It is done. Coral said she would give Rinaldo 
your message." He shakes his head. "Strange. She seemed to feel some 
personal responsibility for the event, and blamed it on the Pattern. 
Perhaps there is no way to see justice done in this matter, if she 
is correct."

Vance frowns. "Very strange, indeed. I would give much to know who is 
responsible - it cannot be allowed to ever happen again."

Madrak rubs his eyepatch. "Is the loss of her eye a recent event?"

Vance says, "Hmm? She had two eyes, last I knew."

Madrak frowns. "Very strange indeed. She does not, now."

Vance nods. "You had a question you wished to ask me."

Madrak says "She knows more than she was willing to tell a simple 
priest, but yes, I have a question. What is the Heart of Death?"

Vance says, in a quiet voice, "After the Assassin's Guild was purged, 
the new guild to arise from the ashes was quite different. There are 
three main figures in it - the Voice, the Hand, and the Heart. The 
Hand is the guild's best assassin, the Voice is the one who everyone 
sees as the leader...and the Heart is the one behind the scenes. Even 
I do not know who the Heart is - only the Voice knows."

Vance says, "As for me, though I am still nominally a member, I have 
not done anything that could be considered guild work since before the 
Purge."

Madrak ahs. "I see." He frowns thoughtfully. "I must confess I have 
mixed feelings about the existence of an organization of killers. 
Still, it is part of life's mystery. Thy will be done, if thou hast a 
will at all." he adds, looking upward briefly.

Vance says, "You need to understand Kashfa's political climate. It has 
always been bathed in blood. The Guild developed out of necessity - 
the killing of a few individuals is nothing compared to the 
indiscriminate warfare of our past, when civil wars and various coups 
nearly destroyed us."

Madrak sighs heavily. "I sometimes feel as if the entire universe 
boils down to questions of doubt, Vance. I doubt Kashfa's ways, but 
they are its own, and it is not my place to judge them. And as I doubt 
all else but the final mystery at life's end, and my own existence, I 
suspect I will live with this one as well. But I am weary, and we 
intend to travel on the morrow.

Vance nods. "I would ask one last thing of you, Madrak. Keep my 
associations with the Guild to yourself. You have mentioned a dark 
past, and you are not the only one to bear such a burden. The Guild 
was the closest thing to parents that I ever had. And Ashlin...was a 
good friend. Life plays its cruel jokes on all of us, at one time or 
another."

Madrak says "As you say, Vance, we all have our secrets, and our 
regrets. Good night."