Subject: [Dagger] [Porc] Jemalas commits an act of love
Date: Wed, 12 Aug 1998 17:53:12 -0400
From: "Jim Davis" <jrdavis@penn.com>
To: <dagrfall@ods.com>, "Grace Peck" <foxy_chicken@yahoo.com>

Feeling his mind beginning to grow over the madness, I felt the presence of
a Soverian god.  "Noi getat!"  That could only mean one thing.  I found that
I was placed in a tent by myself.  I heard the low conversation of the
companions outside, around the campfire.  I found that Kali's cleric powers
still pulsed within me.

I exited the tent.  The companions laid their hands on their weapons at my
approach.  I said "Mea, my magic is the only way home back to Sovere.  That
will take at least a week for me to recharge."  I looked around, swamped by
the divine energy that I had become able to notice due to my Dweomerkeeper
training.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the energy, trying to place
the exact god or goddess.  "Oh my..." I muttered as I recognized the divine
power of Ditrabella, the goddess of luck and doom.  She had made a game of
trying to win my heart from Lady Catris.  Now she would be here to collect
and destroy the opposition.  "Oh dear..." I said as a white flash of energy
betrayed Ditrabella's arrival some 100 feet away.

A young woman strode into camp.  The companions saw her as an attractive
young arcanian Sidhe woman, her golden skin shining in the firelight and her
silver eyes reflecting the same.  I saw her as she truly was.  About 12 feet
tall, white energy lances coming from her eyes, quite a fearsome character
to behold.  I moved beside Catris, who started to move away in disgust.
Ditrabella spoke in a calm, quiet voice "You, hag, who hath spurned the Lord
Tamislane's love, shall pay this night for your doings."

She pointed at the ground at her feet and twisted her wrist.  A spear of
solid stone, some three inches in diameter, shot up out of the ground, its
razor-sharp obsidian head pointed right at Catris' heart.  "Now, Dark Sidhe,
you will pay for what you have done."

Ditrabella snapped her fingers straight and the spear launched at Catris.
Everything went into slow motion in my mind's eye.  I saw Catris stand up,
tall and proud, ready to take the spear.  I had gathered among the myriad of
voices that she did not care to live while I am my darker self.

In the two seconds I had to think, I realized, "If she cannot live while I
am evil, then it is I who must die, not her."  I shoved Catris aside and
jumped into the path of the spear.  The spear slammed into me.

For a moment, I remained standing!  I looked around, not feeling any pain,
nor any kind of weight from the spear shaft stuck in my chest.  I started at
my neck and ran my hands down my chest, not looking, seeing if I was wounded
aside from the cut on my ribcage from the Tamislane dagger.  My jaw dropped
when I hit the center of my chest.  I went to draw a breath and coughed.
Blood welled up in my mouth.  The spear had blown clear through my chest.  I
dropped to the ground, coughing up my life blood.  Ditrabella's face
blanched and she faded back to Sovere.  I fell onto my back, staring up at
the stars.  I heard the companions saying something, but I did not care.  I
felt the warm curtain of oblivion settling over me again.


~Lord Jemalas Tamislane, Master Dweomerkeeper, Ruler of Kalisis, High Lord
of Thornwood
jrdavis@penn.com
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