A girl freshly deported from NS comes up to Rory and Dover and says,"You filthy racist imperialistic fascist ageist lookist neocolonialist weightist, sexist pig!"

"You are enslaving the Mumakan, taking them away from their families and blaming King Jason, you own brother. What a shit head you are and I hope you are ashamed.

Then she tries to slap his face!

Alexis and several other princesses are watching the incident as it happens nearby Dunstree's Guildhall.

"I am *definitely* going to buy the video off the infomercial when they get it copied." Alexis grins and watches.

Breyd moves to intercept, trying to simply block or grab her wrist, rather than hurt the girl. Her angular face reveals no feeling.

"Please - don't help - him!" The girl says tearfully,"Millions will die and be enslaved by this monster."

"Problem is is this is the wrong thing, time, and place to do it, dearie." Alexis tells the girl. "You've just earned an Amber trial for what you've done already..." she sighs afterwards.

"And most likely a hanging," Zariya comments, arms crossed watching the incident impassively.

"Many of my sisters in arms die in Thulist Mecklenberg as martyrs. I am not afraid as many more of my sisters for liberty will follow me and they will use daggers and serpents and poison to rid Creation of Rory. We will dio what we do in Mecklenberg and to Jason Lookist Pig in Neuvo Sangre who gravels us."

"I am not afraid of a trial and to be hanged." she maintains though she looks fearful.

Sabine smiles at the trollop and raises a gloved hand to trace a finger down Chickiepoo's jaw line, "Oh, I don't think there will be either a trial or a hanging.....one's too slow and the other too fast." She grins evilly.

Breyd's mouth tightens fractionally and with a flick of her hand, she brings a dagger up to the Chickie's throat as she drags the captured arm up behind her back. "It looks like you forgot your blades and venom. Sucks to be you."

"You suck," comes the feeble retort as Breyd smells the fear from the captive agitator. "I will be remembered in song and rhyme and Bambi Bunni will do a concert in my memory."

Sabine smiles and steps up to the other side of her cousin, taking his arm. "What fun....," she drawls in a bored voice, her sapphire eyes on Chickiepoo, "tell me Cuz, should Breyd and I deal with this or would you prefer to do the honors?"

The young girl who resembles a pre Lazare era Earth Prime Gothchild sighs,"Don't you know. He is using you girls. Think of yourselves as women and as one day mothers. How would you feel if Rory stole your children and made your offspring into his private army to fight and die for his imperialist missions."

"Yeah, fun," Rory agrees. "I WAS going to just bury a knife in her eye or napalm her brain, but Breyd's in the way...Breyd, can you remove her? If not, get some distance, because I'd hate to spatter blood on your dress."

The girl who has caked on black makeup and finger nail polish angrily calls out,"I hope the Mumakan sacrifice you to Aramu their God, you heartless redheaded Brandite fiend!"

She spits at him ferociously,"Free the Mumakan you surpreme oppressor! End Slavery Now!"

Breyd tightens her blade against the girl's throat until a fine crimson line of blood just beads against the skin. "Now that really was stupid. I hate people who have more morality than common sense. Never fuck with a redhead." There's a feral expression on her face as her lips peel back from her teeth in a frozen snarl. Her gaze darts to Rory, and her smile really is quite unpleasant.

The terrified girl almost faints as the blood happens panics and tries to evade the grasp,"Let me go. You are a hireling of the House Von Mecklenberg and Thule." she accuses Breyd savagely.

Her lips brush against the girl's earlobe as she whispers, "Thou shalt not harm Amber Royal Blood."

"Imperialist fascist racist sexist lookist." comes out from her mouth angrily retorting as she hears the interdict on Blood Royal. "Your kind are all so smug and elitist. Your day is coming when the liberation movements of creation will bring you all down and give to you, the same justice that your facist kinsmen were dealt with in Avalon when Corwin's whore met people's revolutionary justice."

There's wicked glee in the twist of [Breyd’s] lips and the unholy light in her eyes as she slits the girl's throat and kicks the body forcefully away from her, so that Rory may do whatever he likes to it.

Now the throat has been slit...

The girl gives a hollow scream...

And crumples lifelessly to the ground. Her body is already thin....

You notice that she has a small chain link purse on her arm... She has some tattoos:

LAZARE SUCKS

DEATH BEFORE DALT

REMEMBER TRILLIUM

MECKLENBERGS SHOULD DIE DIE DIE!

Zariya watches this, and frowns at Breyd. "Foolish," she says dryly.

"Yes," she says looking unconcerned as she cleans off her blade and sets it back in it's spring-loaded sheath, "It does look that way, doesn't it?" She smiles thinly at Zariya. "Then again, I'm sure you could manage a superior loathing of me rather than be genuinely disturbed by it. Me, I like helping martyrs. She did want to be one, didn't she?"

Sabine extracts a stiletto from her boot and uses the tip of the thin blade to lift the purse away from the corpse and examine it at arms length. "At least she accessorizes..."

There is a box of Trojan condoms unopened. Tissue paper. A small Venus of Willandor style fetish statuette. There is a copy of the new book "RIOTS FOR RADICALS", some notes including a map of the first and second floor of Amber Castle. A few runes on rune paper. A stilletto with a blade that has the arms of House Helgram getting cut. Also there is a small plush Pikachu. There is a also an unused microwave popcorn packette.

Sabine separates out the map and knife from the purse and offers them to Rory for his inspection.

Breyd tilts her head to look at the body. "And it's remarkable how trying to dress and look like a corpse has managed to pay off for the real thing. You know, when I'm dead, I hope you admire my personal adornment, Sabine. You have such taste in these matters."

Sabine continues to examine the purse with her eyes as she responds, "A taste for death? You couldn't be more right. Yours you mean?" Sabine does not even glance at Breyd as she drops the tip of the dagger, dumping the purse, and replaces the thin dagger to her boot.

"No, I meant dress. Tell me, do you need a team of technicians to shoe-horn you into that confection or do you just ooze into it every morning before you regain human form?" Breyd's grinning as she gestures at Sabine's get-up.

Rory rolls his eyes at the exchange.

"Mrowr!" Dover opines.

"Thanks for taking care of that, Breyd," Rory says, nodding at the corpse. "I seem to be acquiring an undesirable class of fans."

"Yes," she agrees quietly. "You can tell a lot about a man by the calibre of his enemies." She glances down one last time at the body, one rufus brow quirked upwards and then walks away, ignoring the people standing around and staring.

Sabine raises a brow at Breyd's retreating back, "As to clothing, it really is too bad that the dwarves have closed their shops - wherever will Breyd shop now?" Sabine shakes her head in laughter and straightens up to her full height of new six foot.

"Children's section." Breyd halts and looks back over her shoulder with murderously sly humour on her vixenish face. "Some of us don't have hips as broad as a cow." She winks and carries on walking.

Sabine returns the wink and then drops Breyd a courtly bow, "Well met."

This text is copyright © Lana Gjovig, Craig Lucas, Beth Major, Holly Miller, Deb Rebel, and Paul Schaefer; "Amber" is copyright © Roger Zelazny; "Amber" the diceless RPG is copyright © Phage Press. No copyright infringement is intended.

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