The Eye

of

Harmony

An Amber PBeM Campaign

by

Alan T. Mulroy

My name is Merovaeus, once Herald to the Eternal Kingdom of Amber, and Sinister for three of Her Kings. Now, I am nearly a handful of Kings and near-death experiences wiser.  Not long ago, I would have attached titles and honors to my name, now simply Merovaeus will do.  I could say that I am a Knight of the Order of Kolvir, though true, it wold matter little.  I could claim to be the Herald to the Throne of Kolvir, but I lost my horn long ago. Once, I might have claimed to be a Lord in Rebma, but even the place of my birth and rearing will no longer claim me.  I am an Orphan, despite knowledge of whom my Parents are.  Oh yes, my lineage is perhaps more royal than many realize, and my loyalty deeper than any will ever know.

Long have I served, and long will I serve, until I have accomplished my goals. If there is one occupation I can still lay claim to, it is this, I was Random’s Spy...and his Blood nephew, and I alone can complete the King’s final order. There are those that would like to forget what sparked this whole debacle. Regicide.  It is an ugly word, for an ugly crime.  Now our new King, once the Good Librarian of Amber, is left with a legacy of murder and betrayal.

Loss.  I know it all too well. I have lost my King, My Queen, a friend of my childhood, Eternal Moire, My Princess, and now, my new found Uncle. Tragedy is a thing with which I am most familiar, a beast that stalks Amber like a hungry panther taking any opportuinty to take its prey. Betrayal, Loss, and Tragedy...is this the estae of Oberon, or Fate’s way of pruning Reality’s tree?

Betrayal.  How that word rings often in my ears, despite my loyalty. My methods, perhaps, are not what would be expected of a loyal vassal, but it was not for any to judge, save for those I served. Now, though, I have tasted the bitterness of betrayal, and serve no one save a Dead King and my own Code.

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