MANDOR

Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master

Needlework the way, never you betray
Life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
Chop your breakfast on a mirror
Taste me you will see, more is all you need
You're dedicated to how I'm killing you

Master, Master - Where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, Master - You promised only lies
Laughter, Laughter - All I hear and see is laughter
Laughter, Laughter - laughing at my cries

Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
Just a rhyme without a reason
Neverending maze, drift on numbered days
Now your life is out of season

I will occupy
I will help you die
I will run through you
Now I rule you too
-Metallica,
from Master of Puppets

Key 5. A man all in shimmering white seated on a small wooden chair placed before a dais on which rests an enormous silver throne. He is slender and not tall and yet manages to convey the impression of enormous personal power. Long snow-white hair gently teases the collar of his tight jacket, and his eyes are dark behind his mirrorshades. He holds a rod of power in one long-fingered hand, and the other gathers together an infinite number of threads like the webs of a spider or the strings of a puppet. One silver ring glitters on the hand that holds the scepter.

Called the Puppetmaster, and the power in the Courts, Mandor has his hands full currently putting down rebellions from the major Houses and keeping an eye on Caine.

Recently, Mandor has fallen out of sight in the Courts, and his absence has filled the air with whispers of gossip and worry. The general consensus seems to be that he's off somewhere plotting something or assassinating someone, although no one seems to know what or who.