The Eye

of

Harmony

An Amber PBeM Campaign

by

Alan T. Mulroy

The card is cool to your touch, with a plain black back that is now adorned with a red dolphin leaping over a stylized rapier, also in red. The symbol is doubtless a clue to the Trump's origins, but there is no signature to recognize. The portrait is exquisitely done, with great attention to detail and color.

You regard the portrait.

The border is playfully rendered, painted cleverly to be vertical and  horizontal views of the blue ocean depths, complete with bubbles of air, several  distinct kinds of fishes, a shark or two, and a lone Black Manta Ray that swims from right to left along the bottom strip of border. The image contained within the border seems to almost speak to you; the man depicted has such depth and quality of color that it seems he will spring forth from the flat surface of the  cold pasteboard.

The man in the portrait regards you darkly, his face passive, his sea-foam green eyes, calculating and measuring. His fair and handsome face, with its sharp nose, combine the winsome beauty of his Mother, with the rakish good looks of his Father.  His hair, braided and  visible where it hung in front of his left shoulder, was luxuriously long, and  the color of spun gold, a gift from his lost Mother.  His form was tall and lithe, and conveyed an unconscious  grace even in a still pose. He is dressed in colors of Black accented in Red...black knee high boots, black leather pants with bood-red piping tucked into them, a red poet's shirt tucked neatly into the waistband of his pants,  over which he is wearing a black leather jacket, with red lacings. At his  waist is an exquisitely carved leather sword-belt, depicting Dolphins frolicking amidst waves, and suspended from it, at his left hip, is what seems to be a silver sabre with an elaborate baskethilt, worked also in silver with red accents, from his right hip, a matching dagger, which for all intents, is a miniature twin of the larger blade,  His arms are folded over his chest, and his hands are sheathed in black leather gloves.  He is leaning slightly, against waht would appear to be a large door frame.

This is Merovaeus. Knight or Knave? Agent or Assassin? Tragic Hero or Traitor?

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