Skyrie played by Stephen Deas.
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In the Library of Castle Amber With anger comes enlightenment. I have understood an essential element of the Trump, sitting here and contemplating the murder of God. There is another way, a better way, far more effective, subtle, sublime in its elegance. An efficient application of the pure mind upon the medium - like having a key to unlock the barred door instead of a brute foot to smash it down. Etienne wants to visit my realms. I must decide. To trust her. Or not. I have an experiment - what happens to a Trump contact if the contacted psyche dies while the link is open. A doodle of the Amber library. I return to Asiyta and find some holy men and kill them - a-Ha! The satisfaction... But oh no, the most holy of them I spare and sketch and Trump and then he dies. And I follow his soul. Where does it go...? It goes... somewhere. Moves through Asiyta. Then leaves for another place. Heaven? I lose him. Return. I offer the sketch to Etienne. A holy soul for you. How I enjoy telling her its purpose. She seems unamused. Teleram. The first reports of this violent, usurping God. The Frothing God. Jhyx takes us to Rebma. Blue-glass walls. And underwater. I stay. No way to breathe. Armour? My experiment is flawed. I must return to Mamaxia and repeat it with a non-believer. I do this. Fainter... Fainter... Moving away... Away... Stops Changes Simplifies Smaller Shedding something I sketch the new psyche... A baby. I find it. I Trump to it. It exists. This soul has performed a valuable service for its overlord. I reward its mother with the Lifeforce and wealth. I leave an Assistant to watch over it. What a wonderful experiment. What perfect news. The baby and his mother deserve their reward. I have learned a valuable lesson. Death is no escape! I return to Amber, full of joyful glee. And dire RAGE! This God is stealing the very souls of my subjects! Teleram. At last. Caitlin and I. Pick a random Trump and go. A cliff. An image of the pattern, carved into it? We shift. Caitlin leads. I am happy to follow. For now. A digression to Asiyta. The plateau city of black rock, towering over the forest sea, teeming with the flying ships I remember. The obsidian obelisk remains; all appears calm. Yet I must wonder about this god... I put myself in Etienne's hands, linking with her. A terrible risk, but one I must take if I am to find a victory here. She shows me, without knowing, what I must do. She thinks of a god. A benign one. Who believes in peaceful conversion. She does not understand. I will tolerate no gods here! She does it! She talks to god! She asks... God has to think about it. But no, we must be forced. We must be made to see the light. Regardless of the cost.
These are terms I understand. GOD MUST DIE! I have tasted its psyche. I have enough. I have a sketch! But dare I use it? God is too strong for me. But I have a touch, a sense, enough to work with. I can make contact, if I desire it, and when I do, I shall be the one to set the terms. I can find and locate the target, and that is always half the battle. Now I have but to seek a weapon... This is another victory. I have made a great step today in ridding us of this menace. But how to tackle a mind so strong? I repeat an earlier divination. With the Trump of god. The result is no surprise. It remains the enemy. No discussing how to kill god in the presence of the omniscient being...
Teleram. I can sense it now! I CAN SENSE IT HERE! Teeth! I must try yet another experiment - the same as in Xanusia, but done in Asiyta. The result is the same. Very well. War we shall have. I have a plan. I will create a spell, the greatest spell ever. I will draw the psychic power of shadow after shadow after shadow, of all the Fourteen Empires, into one great fist, and hurl it into this Trump. I shall smite god. I think I have offered Jhyx a passage to hell. And I think we have found Connor and Nemain. |
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The Notes for Session 3.4