October 16, 2003
Mysteries of Amber :: the Founding
Section 0.0.1 :: Founding Amber
"...enough to make it worth trying, even if we are foredoomed to failure."
—-Dworkin
There are many tales of Chaos wives, or retainers, or rebel lords accompanying Dworkin and Oberon on their journey to begin Amber. That these seeded Amber and made its noble families and first working community.
IMC this is not so.
Dworkin fled Chaos for his life with the Eye in hand and little idea of what chance he had to actually get away from the long reach of Chaos. He never would have made it without Oberon.
As it is, they were both desperate men for centuries. Hunted by forces both driven and great.
"We tended to the Serpent as best we were able, but the enormity of the wound, the pure horror of working upon that once Glorious, now Defaced visage, was too much for us. We failed—- and thereby compounded the Deed of the Traitor. We are all Doomed."
"When Our Hands finally have him— His eyes will be taken from him in justice for his High Crimes. His body will be devoured by the Abyss. And his name will be stricken from the House of Thelbane, where it will be death to speak it, and from his cradle House of Nemirab, where all of his Blood, have sworn that he and his Wretched Son are torn from the roots of Nemirab and cast out forever and eternity."
King of the Great Houses of the Courts of Chaos
"Gather our strength. Use all our resources. All excepting that barest cover which may shield us from the ire and plot of the other Great Houses. Find him. Find him and the boy, Oberon. Do not kill them, but bring them here to me, so that I might take the life from them myself. I want no other House to say that they made some effort that was not thrice over done by those of Nemirab. You find him, and speed him here rightly in whatever condition is necessary to effect the task, but make you sure that he lives still. For he is mine and nothing less will satisfy."
from the journal of Grand Dame Evdrin Nemirab, his Consort First
Even then, on the fateful day when father and son, exhausted by their long flight and tired to the soul for all those samaritans left dead in their travels, raged at each other over the emptiness of their existence. Even on that day, when Dworkin found hopeless anger the athanor for lightning, blood, and lyre, those two were alone with only each other to witness what happened that is not even recorded in the book of the Unicorn.
more elsewhere:
Shadows of Amber :: The Center of All Things :: Where did the citizens of Amber come from?
Filed under : IMC at 16.10.2003