Torquil [Cael]: My laser was blue-green.
Keverian [Eon]: I didn't quite know what to make of it: Is this a
combat? Is this a date?
Mikele [Kate]: Oh. Right.
Reena, to Keverian when he found her naked and in his bed: I
just thought I'd make the offer.
Nikrowd [Dave]: (Comment after a spectacular encounter with a Pattern)
Ah! So that's what the mace as the pivot [in the trump scry] meant!
Mikele: Then I tried to parry...
Keverian: Ooh, big mistake. Never parry a dragon, always dodge.
Mikele: Yes, thanks, I worked that out.
Katarina [Charles]: Excuse me please, I'm afraid I have to go
kill Liesl now. Keverian, my troops will follow your orders.
Dalamar: What have you done with the real Felicia?
Mary: Dalamar, you're adorable.
Frank: I am adorable. It's about time somebody realized that.
Felicia: She says you have three options: she can kill
you, mind wipe you, or lock you up forever.
Dalamar: Actually, I'm not in favor of any of those.
Dalamar: I wouldn't bet a conjured dollar on that.
Nikrowd, to the Guardsman come to arrest him: Did you bring the mail?
Mikele: No.
Captain: I'm authorized to perform executions on the spot if you
don't comply.
Mikele: I'll make a note of that.
Finndo: Surrender.
Katarina: On what terms?
Finndo: I don't see how that matters.
Katarina: It matters. If you're going to string me up in town
square in an hour, I'd rather die here.
Illidor: So what were you two talking about?
Mikele: I'm not sure, but I think it went well.
Charles: See, and you all think Random is the nice one.
Random, to Alexander: So you have a sister, do you? I have lots
of brothers and that's been my big problem.
Mikele: You have a very, ah, colorful life.
Keverian: He probably lies even when he's talking in his sleep.
Torquil: It's very unfortunate. When I finally do tell
the truth no one believes me.
Everyone else: What times?
Dalamar [rif]: You really think we should give that to him?
He's crazy.
Torquil: No, he has contempt for you. That's not the
same thing.
Cael/Torquil: Wow, why don't Katarina and I get along better?
Everyone else: Because she hates you.
Cael/Torquil: What's that got to do with anything?
GM: Poor Torquil, he's so misunderstood.
GM: Well there are a bunch over...
rif:...who look like they're teribbly impressed with his tux.
GM: ..never mind.
Dalamar: Finally, someone who appreciates my tux!
GM: Uh, no.
Susie: Of course we go: We're PCs. We're supposed to be
stupid.
Felicia: That's it. I'm never rescuing anybody again.
Dara, to Mikele: No, he talks to me even less than Merlin does.
Sort of like you.
Merlin: Keep up the good work.
Kate: ...sort of like that last conversation between Sheridan and
Kosh, and I don't get to be Kosh.
Cael: You know, that really sums up all my problems in Amber.
Torquil doesn't get to be Kosh enough.
rif: Why don't I start right here in the middle?
Kate: Hey, I'm not doomed yet!
Charles: Sure you are.
rif: No, that's no good at all. Why don't I move into the doomed
section now?
Kate: It's really a great pity Mikele isn't a bad guy.
rif: Why?
Kate: Things would be so much simpler right now.
rif: Yeah, things would be simpler for Dalamar if he were a
bad guy.
Cael: Things would be a lot simpler for Torquil too if he were a
bad guy.
rif (confused): Torquil is a bad guy.
GM: A doesn't work; B isn't an issue; and C is irrelevant.
rif:What is my head doing by the way?
Cael: Sure, Mary's competant. So's a nuclear bomb. I don't
consider either one my friend.
Merlin, to an injured Mikele: Mikele! [Shakes his head with an
exaggerated thoughtful, mournful look.] Perhaps Martin ought to see
that you stay pregnant as much as possible...
Mikele: Explain to me again why we bother to have succession rules?
Chaosite: I'm told that normally everything works just fine.
Chaosite: I understand Reynard's repsonse to the request that he
come allow Imperial Security to place him in one of their safe houses
was something along the lines of "I'd rather stick my head in an oven."
Mikele: No. Some shadow of Torquil's last I heard.
Dalamar: Felicia's been kidnapped.
Mikele: What?
Keverian: What?
Mikele: Kidnapped. Twice actually. Apparently Dalamar captured
her from wherever is was that Torquil had her and threw her in jail in
Chaos, from where she was promptly kidnapped again by unknown lords of
Chaos.
Keverian: That's ludicrous.
Mikele: It gets worse.
Katarina: How?
Mikele: She sent me a note.
Katarina: That's not worse.
Mikele: Read it.
Charles: You're right, that is worse. I'm glad none of this is
my problem.
Charles: Well, if she can send notes, I'm not going to go rescue
her.
GM: That's the beauty of this scenario -- it just keeps getting
worse.
Torquil: You could send Dara.
Mikele: What, tell them I don't have a suitable minion, so I'm
sending my mother?
Merlin: Besides, she might out maneuver us.
Dalamar: You'll need a disguise. [Hands Torquil a 'Groucho Marx'
nose, mustache, and glasses.] It'll be just like a 'buddy' movie.
GM: As you're walking around Chaos, you see two bat-like
creatures approaching you at high velocity.
Torquil: Bye.
GM: Torquil vanishes.
Dalamar: Huh?
GM: Illidor, by the way, thinks this is a terrible idea.
Kate: Of course he does.
GM: In fact, they took a vote. It's 5 to 1 against.
Kate: Someone was in favor?
GM: Rikitake
Katarina: Okay, Keverian and I take the one on the left and Caine
can take the one on the right. Caine is still with us, right?
GM: Well, actually... no.
GM: Rikitake wants to know if he can change his vote to 'no.'
Keverian: Excuse me?
Mikele: There's a name for that, you know.
Keverian: What?
Mikele: Where you start to sympathize with your kidnappers.
Felicia: Well, they were desperate. I really liked Helen. I
hope she's okay.
Keverian: What?
Jurt, opening a conversation with Mikele: What did you do to
yourself now?
Mikele: Well, it doesn't speak well for his ability to protect
them.
GM: That's it: Commended, fired, and beheaded.
Dalamar: Chaos is lousy with demons. I don't suppose they were
wearing team sweat shirts or anything like that?
Mikele: I'm not reckless...
Katarina: That's what I said: You and Martin aren't
reckless.
Mikele: ...anymore.
Keverian: What? We can't take the door.
Mikele: Why not? It's not like it's keeping anyone out. The key
is hanging right next to it.
Keverian: What are we going to do with it?
Mikele: I don't know. Give it to Katarina when we find her.
Keverian: No.
Mikele: Oh fine.
GM: That sure looks like Oberon.
Keverian: Let's get out of here. Bring that.
Mikele: What? It's a dead body in a sarcophagous; what are we
going to do with it?
Keverian: I don't know; look at it. It might be useful...
Mikele: Okay, but we're going back for the door then.
Mikele: Grumble. I'm fast coming to the opinion that the Pattern
either isn't very smart or has a perverse sense of humor.
Oberon: Recent evidence seems to indicate that restraint is not
one of your virtues.
Dalamar: I would if I could remember it.
Torquil: Is this some fiendishly clever plan on your part
Dalamar?
Dalamar: You've got that half right: it's a fiendishly clever
plan.
Katarina: I'm pissed, I'm poisoned - thank you, Martin - and I
have something to deposit, but otherwise I'm fine.
Mikele: I figured we were looking for you, so perhaps thinking
like you might help. I kept asking myself, "What would Katarina do
now?" Well, after trying that for a day, I have just one question: Why
are you not dead yet?
[2] The same tux referred to earlier. --Ed.
[3] That's good. --Ed.