Niamh's Diary

Summary: Some time ago (several months), Malachi came to this particular Node with Cyrus and Dinah. They followed the path of Oberon down the Great Waterfall and found the small, desecrated shrine beneath. Now Malachi has returned with Liam, Dominic, the Argus, a Priest named Varij and all the sailors he needs for Good Delegating. A nameless red shirt sailor meets his Karmic Destiny, a picnic is had, tools descend the Waterfall, cultists are dispatched post-haste, and a small pink elephant is revived to watch the eternal wheel of the River.

( Malachi acquires a sandwich at this point. He indicates to Varij through brief sandwich gestures that not falling off will be a vital part of the descent process. )

( Miranda encounters someone who can throw fire around, and who refuses to give his name directly. But Kites might be a little bit nervous once they hear he gave birth to Sleipnir. )

There are times when sacrifices must be made, when paths must be chosen and remained on. The time for laughter has passed. Perhaps it will return, one day. I will be glad, if it does. For now, however, Weirmonken needs more.

The path spread out before me is one forged in blood and shadows. I have hung on the tree of fate, upsidedown, and fed it with my blood and spirit. I have stalked new woods of horror and made myself at home in them. I have made myself something new.

The journey was not an easy one, but I had Emrys at my side. Emrys dragging me on. He is right--I serve too many masters. It is time to stand on one side, in one place. I feel them fighting inside of me. I can feel Order and Chaos battling, trying to tear me apart. I have scars, now, from being one battleground in an ongoing war. I have bled gears, vomitted crystal and watched my skin go onyx. I know which side will win--an organized life has never been in my cards. But I will not be slave to either side. I know there is a cure now, but it is worse than the disease. I have come to terms with the whispers and screams, with the darker nature that now resides in me. And it will have to come to terms with a new companion, a nightmare all my own, of my own choosing and heart.

The time for laughter has ended.

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New Year's Resolutions from the Desk of the Amazing Liam Chantris:

1. Be more awesome.
2. Be excellent to others.
3. Bring awesomeness in my wake.

Sure I would like to finish my book of poetry, put on a play or two, compose some music, buy better lace, throw a few crazy parties, slay my enemies in cold blood and take over Amber to remake it in my own image, but I like to keep these things as attainable as possible.

New Year's Resolutions for Benedict:

Grow hand back
Heal Amber
Protect Golden Circle metaphysically
Less tea


New Year's Resolutions for Scholastica:

Burn more PCs in the face
Crush hopes
Destroy at least one civilisation
More +tasks (crushing of own hope does not count, alas)

New Year's Resolutions for Vlaaaadimir

Lower Necklines on Amber
Find cure for anaemia
Sharper straws
Repair roof, such that mobs no longer fall through it

( Miranda and the Lost Boys leave a big pile of mistletoe behind and investigate ice, in a Kitezh winter. Horrible facial burns and a small field amputation occur. )

( Long log: Miranda comes into the north of Kitezh, and takes a long and healthy walk in company with the Lost Boys. A strange pyre is discovered. )

( Sol investigates why the troops of the Black Road might be burning mistletoe. )

( Kitezh sees someone who has not ridden through it in many years... )

Bastard sons: 2

Hands: 1

Beatrice knows about the hand already. Maybe I should open with that.

( Sol meets a member of the Amber Expeditionary Force scout group, and saves his life. The Black Road is waking in Kitezh. )