Subject: Re: [Dagger] [Porc] Meas Mean Methods Date: Wed, 12 Aug 1998 21:30:34 +0200 From: Tarald Holm Reply-To: Tarald.Holm@nextel.no Organization: Nextel To: Mea Culpa CC: dagrfall@ods.com > The soft whisper ended, an eerie wind engulfed the man in question, > and I looked up, "Oh holiest of holiest" I thought," what have I > done?" > > With sadness I looked at my fellow companions to see the reaction of > the terrible thing I had brought upon this pitiful figure of what once > was a noble and endearing person. > -- > Regards > Mea "Mea, are you allright?" Zarth almost cried, as he leaped to where Mea was lying. He held her head in his lap, and made sure she was allright. She seemed sad, but alive. "That was a bit rough, wasn't it" Zarth thought to himself. I mean, whats wrong with a good bashing, a few knocks around the head, a good old-fashioned nose bleed, and a kick in the rear? Then again, he had heard rumours about women and their methods of er... arguing and fighting. On the other hand, Jemalas had brought it upon himself, and Mea was as allways right. Wisdom wasn't Zarths strongest attribute, and he had learned that much to his dislike, violence did not allways solve all problems. He still couldn't help feeling for the poor man, though. Give him credit where credit's due. He did mend his ways, and he did voluntarily relinquish his powers of near divinity. And all knew of his temper. Zarth smiled as he thought of Jemalas trying to calm his rage at almost every encounter they had made with anyone at all. "Jemalas, if you still feel for me, tell me: What made you change your mind? And what made you reach for power in the first place? I suppose we are different, as is our nature. I am a mere mortal, but hold no desire for power of any kind." Zarth looked at Mea, concern evident on his face. Mea managed a weak smile, and placed a reasuring hand in his. Reassured he looked towards Jemalas, and awaited an answer. If Jemalas didn't find it beneath him to answer. Zarth