From liamr@css.itd.umich.edu Fri Jan 21 14:57:31 1994
Date: Thu, 20 Jan 1994 19:59:47 -0500 (EST)
From: Liam Hoekenga <liamr@css.itd.umich.edu>
To: shadows@umich.edu
Subject: Archimedes Dairy (I) (fwd)

Heres Archimedes' first diary... looks like it may have gotten sent to 
the wrong address, and chico's not helping... it looks like chico may 
have eaten the "Mail Delivery" message that normally tells when something 
is wrong... enjoy?

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Date: Wed, 19 Jan 1994 20:17:17 -0500 (GMT-0500)
From: Wendi Strang-Frost <sodapop@chico.css.itd.umich.edu>
To: jason's amber campaign <shadow@umich.edu>
Subject: Archimedes Dairy (I)

At the end of the Indian wars. (Session I. 01.14.94)
	A tolerable ride with Jubal turns into somewhat of a mystery.  I 
swear that he got a trump call.  It had to have been, but he acts as 
though he's never heard of Trumps before.  He can be an infuriating 
puzzle.  So I let him hold the dynamite.
	After all this, Florimel trumps me.  A hundred and seventy-five 
years of solitude shot to hell.  She wants me to come back to Amber for a 
formal ball, for Christsakes.  Not that I would have attended one when I 
dwelt in Remba.  I, in no uncertain terms, said no.
	Shortly ofther that, someone begins to follow us- through 
shadow.  I nearly killed our persuer with geography before I stopped to 
think that power over shadow runs in our family and that I might not be 
popular if I managed to damage a relative.  My paranoia isn't getting any 
better.  Once I recognized the lead rider as Kalyn, there wasn't need to 
continue.  He was rather excited, ranting about how this Chaos 'thing' 
was out to get me.  (Could have used that information a bit sooner, if it 
turns out to be true.)  The only reason I pay him half a mind is because 
he said that Benedict set him to the task.  Although, asking assistance 
is hardly in Benedict's repetoire.  Kalyn must have trumped him, because 
Benedict trumps me shortly after.  (There's one I owe you, Kalyn.)  
Actually, it seems like someone in Chaos has taken to imitating Benedict, 
at least well enough to convince Kalyn.  What seems to be the actual 
case, is someon in Chaos wants Jubal dead as Kalyn was supposed to rush 
to my defense and kill the Chaos 'thing'.  How quaint.
	Makes me wonder about Jubal's healing ability though.  I wonder 
if it is any way related to this more complicated shaping?
	Hell, if Jubal was sent from Chaos to kill me and actually 
accomplished it, I'd deserve it for ever allowing myself to be that 
stupid in the first place.
	Kaly is as entertaining as he ever was.  Made a right fool out of 
himself infront of Benedict.  Then he asks me for help.  I suggest that 
he's beyond my power.  This sudden re-emergence of my family is not an 
over all good omen, however.  With this thought in mind I part company 
from my relatives and continue.

	Blew up as many Washington D.C.'s as I could find.  It didn't 
help much.  Not the catharsis I was counting on, but it made one hell of 
a noise.  An unsatisfying endeaver in the end, however.
	So I waxed philosophical- for as long as I could stand it while 
the last White House burned.  My life started skidding downhill with that 
incident in Rebma.  Every shadow therafter has ended the same way- death 
and destruction.  Perhaps my subconscious had adopted a certain 
inclination and my power over shadow is allowing it to manifest as an 
increasing downslope in the matter of my luck.  Anyway... The trouble 
started there.  Maybe if I fix that mess, the karmic teeter totter will 
tilt back in my favor.  Or at the very least, maybe I can avoid this 
growing tendency to kill things for awhile.
	Filled with resolve, I trump Llewella... If I had to hedge my 
bets on that one, I'd say I lost.  (Her proposition was, at the least, 
alarming, and would do nothing to forward my cause.)  But I didn't seem 
to offend her and I got a wealth of information from her.  So much so 
that now I have a plan...