Soronlin

This game ran at Ambercon UK 2007. It is only here for nostalgic reasons.

It was two years ago…

In six days, they say, the world was created.
In three days it died.
One day for society to crumble.
Two days for TV, Radio and government to fall silent.
Three days for everyone you know to die.

And on the fourth morning the birds were singing but the roads were silent; their only occupants wrecked cars and decaying bodies. The cities vast charnel houses; their houses tombs…

Except for you. For you no coughing; no paralysing weakness; no delirium; no death. For you the infinitely harder course — to live on, and, perchance, to found a new age of Humanity.

The moving finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on; nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
— Omar Khayyam

soronlinsoronlin 26 Mar 2010 17:2419 May 2011 12:36

This game ran at Ambercon UK 2006. It is only here for nostalgic reasons.

It Was One Year Ago…

In six days, they say, the world was created.
In three days it died.
One day for society to crumble.
Two days for TV, Radio and government to fall silent.
Three days for everyone you know to die.

And on the fourth morning the birds were singing but the roads were silent; their only occupants wrecked cars and decaying bodies. The cities vast charnel houses; their houses tombs…

Except for you. For you no coughing; no paralysing weakness; no delirium; no death. For you the infinitely harder course — to live on, and, perchance, to found a new age of Humanity.

The moving finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on; nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

And in that inverted Bowl we call the Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to It for help — for It
Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.

Earth could not answer, nor the Seas that mourn
In flowing Purple, of their Lord forlorn.
Nor Heaven with those Eternal Signs revealed
And hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn.

While the Rose blows along the River Brink,
With old Khayyam the Ruby Vintage drink;
And when the Angel with his darker Draught
Draws up to Thee — take that, and do not shrink.
— Omar Khayyam

soronlinsoronlin 26 Mar 2010 17:0119 May 2011 12:38

This game ran at Ambercon UK 2005. It is only here for nostalgic reasons.

In six days, they say, the world was created.
In three days it died.
One day for society to crumble.
Two days for TV, Radio and government to fall silent.
Three days for everyone you know to die.

And on the fourth morning the birds were singing but the roads were silent; their only occupants wrecked cars and decaying bodies. The cities vast charnel houses; their houses tombs…

Except for you. For you no coughing; no paralysing weakness; no delirium; no death. For you the infinitely harder course — to live on, and, perchance, to found a new age of Humanity.

soronlinsoronlin 26 Mar 2010 16:4519 May 2011 12:38

This game ran at Ambercon UK 2004. It is only here for nostalgic reasons.

In the days before the final battle of Patternfall, with pattern storms raging through shadow and Amber united again under its rightful king, the princes and princesses gathered around them their hitherto most secret of treasures; their children. Spawned over long reaches of time, in distant and protected shadows, now endangered by the vast forces soon to be unleashed, the children gathered in Amber, to await the return of the triumphant host or to fall in defence of Amber under the feet of ravaging Chaos. The King himself oversaw their initiation into the family inheritance, and then himself passed out of knowledge, and was never seen again. Days became weeks, and weeks months. A year passed, and a second was waning when the pennants were seen emerging from Arden in the teeth of the storm, bringing a new King to rule in Amber. The Regency of the Children was ended, but before the new king could sit on his throne there was a feast to prepare; a feast fit for heroes; a feast that would live in song for generations. Gaily and gladly the children carried out their last duty, not knowing that they stood on the very brink of the abyss. Few there were that would ever see the dawn.

soronlinsoronlin 25 Mar 2010 22:1219 May 2011 12:39


Ambercon UK is a role-playing convention in four-star luxury. Since it has been running for twelve years it is stable and smooth-running, with a great crowd of regulars, and many new faces every year. We take our gaming seriously; there's no wandering around looking for the next game. From start to finish if you're not gaming then you must be eating or sleeping. From Friday evening to Sunday evening, solid, high quality, gaming.

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