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Subject: Re: [Dagger] [Porc] The mutterings from an enforced
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     I remember Lady Raven standing over me, chanting words to the
     wind. I passed out, which came as a relief to my mind. The feel of
     being submerged in warm water flooded my senses. I remembered this
     feeling... it was identical to that time I froze to death on the
     High Ice in Thornwood. I realized that in death, I would be given
     the peace so denied to me. All my life, I have done nothing but
     fight. First as a commander in training for the Tamislane armies,
     then for Kali, then for myself in my attempted conquest of
     Tamriel. I knew that Kali would draw me to her, where I could
     finally rest. Suddenly, the feeling grew cold. I felt my astral
     body being yanked back to my material body. I began a kicking fit,
     striking out at anyone who got too close, all the while trying to
     tear the dressing off my chest and knock the gauze that was packed
     through my chest. "Can you not see I want to die?!?" I said in a
     sharp whisper, my voice not rising above that. Seeing Catris
     standing to my side, the Tamislane dagger in her belt, I lunged at
     her (lunged is a strong term. More like I fell towards her.) I
     grabbed the Tamislane dagger's pommel and yanked it from its
     sheath. "Allow me to die! I profane the lady Catris' very being by
     my presence!" I said as I turned the shiny silver blade toward me.
     As I swung the blade up, intent on burying it in my skull. A swift
     kick flashed across my vision, knocking the heavily enchanted
     mithril from my hand. "No, pulati, you do not profane my
     presence," Catris said as she regained her balance, "nor do I wish
     you to die. I am sure the man I loved is still in there somewhere.
     The man who saved me from my father. The man whom I rule beside."
     For the first time since I began my quest, Catris' voice had a
     commanding tone to it. I let the dagger lie, as the crystal
     paladin grew nervous when I was armed. "Catris, I do not deserve
     you. I am too chaotic. My life-style changes in the blink of an
     eye. You need something more stable. I am transferring Kalisis to
     you." I reached out and touched the only bare skin I could reach,
     between her pant leg and the top of her shoe. With that touch, I
     made a contingency that when I die, the spells holding Kalisis
     aloft will not fail, but will become Catris' magic. I reached out
     and pulled myself to Catris, the hole through my chest burning
     like fire. When I reached her, I grasped her hand and pulled
     myself up, nearly toppling Catris in the process. I cupped Catris'
     face in my hands and was leaning forward to kiss her when I felt
     the icy fingers of magicka enclose me again. Feeling a sudden wave
     of weariness, I collapsed against Catris, pinning her under me as
     I fell. The companions began discussion. ~Lord Jemalas Tamislane,
     Master Dweomerkeeper, Ruler of Kalisis, High Lord of Thornwood
     jrdavis@penn.com
     ICQ- 16848203

That fool Sidhe! Now I have to patch him up again. Will he never learn!

I moved him off poor Catris with the aid of a levitation effect and turned
him over carfully onto his back before laying him on the ground. Catris
stood, gazing sadly at him, as I began work and the others began to discuss.
My first duty was to my patient- after all, there would be plently of time
for me to join the converstaion later- they couldn't very well assainate my
patient while I worked on him. Once more I fell into a trance.

This time I decended into a trance deep enough to be able to monitor his
state of consciousness, so deep that I, too, could hear the voices he heard.
I flinched from the anger and hatred of an empire. I understood his apperent
madness since Julianos had inflicted his revenge, but grimly got to work
anyway.

The fool had torn all of the tissues I had just worked so hard to repair! I
had been unable to repair them fully- there is only so much speedhealing you
can force out of a body at one time- and so I had selected the areas I
worked on carefully to provide a framework for all of th injured parts to
heal correctly- and Jemalas had manages to destroy most of that network!
That silly suicidal Sidhe had nearly succeeded in killing himself- *again*!
How I get mixed up in these cases, I don't know.

I one again worked to replace the major structures of the organs, muscles,
and connective tissues. I had to fuel the healing process with my own magic
because his body was nearly out of of its own energy and he still had no
magic- and would gain no magical reserves until he was not so desperately
injured, for his body would immediately suck up the magical energy to fuel
the healing process. I grumbled to myself as I worked. Never had I had a
patient so successfully perverse as this one!

Finally I had reached the limit of what his body could stand and what my
magic could effect, if I was to have any left to remove myself from the
trance and keep my own self alive. By this time my own body was suffering
from nearly as great a lack of energy as Jemalas's, I having poured it into
healing him multiple times. I slowly and carefully extricated myself from
his mind and the trance, while making certain that the sleep effect I had
laid on him ws still working. I sighed as I regained my awareness of the
outside world.

I tried unsteadily to stand, but a sudden wave of vertigo sent me crashing
back to the ground. The heated discussion going on over my head ceased for a
moment as my butt thumped back to the earth. Catris put her hands on my
shoulders to steady me as I weaved where I sat. I opened my mind to the
earth and air and let the elements of my world renew my magic and my
physical energy. Feeling better if still taxed, I hauled my stiff and
unhappy body to its feet.

My Lady Catris," I began, weariness evident in my voice, "I fear that if I
do not find some way to heal Jemalas outside my own talents we may lose him.
His conition is highly critical and the techniques that I use to heal him
tax his body. Also, I feel it would respond better to a magic native to
Sovere. Have you any ideas?"

As I waited for her answer, I used magic to raise his body fromt he ground
and levitate it over to an empty tent. I scoured the tent clean of all
harmaful agents wiht my magic before laying him down carefully inside. I
turned back to Catgris expectantly.

Lady Raven