Ithunn: Road to Amber

The image of Caine waves a hand, explaining, "No, it's alright. I'm just up to about here with mystical weird crap."

To the image of Caine, Ithunn repeats, "Mystical weird crap. Yes, I think that about describes it accurately."

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In the Trump image, "It's alright, I think it will be amply obvious if I don't have time to talk," Caine promises with an odd smile. "But do check when you're about to leave. If I have need to get a message to you, I have ways."

To the image of Caine, Ithunn seems suddenly leery. "You don't send a raven, do you? Portents of doom or other bad omens?"

The image of Caine laughs easily. "Well, if it'll cause trouble, I can certainly stray from habit. Unless I call another thing, ravens are what I get by default, I guess. Can you imagine me calling forth a bunny rabbit as my messenger? I mean... really," he chides.

Starbucks was never like this. ( Read more... )

Ithunn and Gerard are discussing weight training regimens:

Ithunn considers for a moment, then doubt crosses her face. "Do /you/ do these sort of things? Tighten muscles to make them stronger and bigger? Did you ever? I bet you didn't follow these sort of routines, or whatever you want to call them."

Gerard looks at her, surprised. "Of course I do," he says finally. "The same way Benedict practices with a blade or Corwin - I don't know, sings in front of the mirror."
Gerard says, "And Bleys spends seven hours getting ready in the morning."

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( Trolls and tainted berserkers attack patrols skirting the forest edge in Kitezh. Many thanks to Gromph's player for GMing the nasties. )

There are some who wish to parade us around in our fancy dress costumes as quaint examples of barbarians. Beasts on Amber's leash that look pretty and are entertaining and amusingly dangerous, to be choked back with a tug of the collar when we go too far. "How cute--look at the barbarian lord and his sister." "Isn't that just the simplest dress you've ever seen? I didn't know anyone still wore actual animal skins as furs anymore!"

But if we don't maintain who we are, even in times like these, then we ultimately lose who we are.

Stone Fortress--Kitezh ( Read more... )

Vosah and Ithunn run into each other. ( Read more... )

Gromph and Ithunn go to Kitezh to check on its defenses ( Read more... )

"Discussion" between Gabriel and Ithunn in the sitting room of the Kitezh Embassy, with Sol and Anae standing by to mop up the mess. ( Read more... )

Heavily edited from the full RP ( Read more... )

When Gerard and Anae come to play...( Read more... )

Gromph says, "Thanks bud." to a friendly servant, then enters the parlor with Ithunn.

Corwin is just setting aside some paperwork and standing to stretch. He looks to those who enter, giving them a nod, and a once-over.

Corwin says, "So, who are you guys?" ( Read more... )

Grand Salon, Kitezh Embassy, Amber

Viktor is considering the harp, a large cat standing next to him.

When Gromph walks into the embassy from outside, he doesn't look entirely familiar with where he is. He does a quick look-over of the decor to verify that he is in the right place, then sees Viktor and his cat.

A great cat often accompanies Viktor, shoulder coming up past his knees...and Viktor is a tall man. The blue-grey direcat has the general lythe form of a muscular panther, but the slit jade eyes hold a sort of intelligence that speaks of higher thought than the brute cleverness found in a jungle cat, and something about his body language suggests a personality that extends beyond that of a predator. Another difference would be the multitude of toes this creature has, seven on the hind paws and six on the fore...and the spread suggests the possiblity of opposible thumbs.

Viktor reaches out with a tuning wrench and gives one of the strings a twist at the neck. He's not sitting in a playing position, mind. ( Read more... )

Ithunn is astride a shaggy pony of Kitezh, short and sturdy. The others are on normal size horses. They are at the bottom of the pass to ARden, which is blocked by rocks and mud. All about are engineers and army types, trying to figure out how to unblock the pass, theoretically. ( Read more... )

This is part 2 of the "Let Them Use Peasants" log( Read more... )

Just another night at Bloody Someone's ( Read more... )

A list written in a careful, feminine hand on a piece of parchment. Quill and parchment left carelessly on a writing desk in the Kitezh embassy, as if the writer was interrupted:

-Tristan....Jaeger??
-Call on Byrony
-Bride prices in Amber
-Ask Taleyn about Fiamme
-Viktor: how strange the songs?

Ithunn is outside the ranger outpost, sitting on a log, checking the blade of her sword and frowning at it.

Sebastopol stalks past Ithunn. His hands are at the small of his back, and clenched. He's frustrated and bored again, never a good sign. But he has seemingly deliberately left his blades in his tent, with occasional furtive and irritable glances toward Jaeger's tent.

Off in the distance, the sound of something running fast through the grass - closer to the camp, a large brown and black stallion gallops near the edge. There is yelling off in the distance, as if someone was yelling at the horse - perhaps getting it to stop, from the desperate tone. ( Read more... )

Black Ice Forest
Several hours later, and the group has reached the edge of the battle--or at least what remains of it. The attackers have retreated for the moment, but the injured and half dead are everywhere. ( Read more... )