From: Sun 12:55 Subject: [Dagger] [Porc] A fight ensuesTo: Well ladies and gents, I am back. Now, anyone who wishes to end my life is in for a world of pain. A small surprise follows, so watch out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I strode out of the tent, noticing the glint of polished metal as weapons were drawn. Zarth asked me how I was, to which I replied "I am again whole, though I hear you were deciding my fate as I lay ill. I want you all to be aware that I will have a say in this. And if you choose that I should die, I vow that I will take some of you into the ground with me." At this, which they took as a threat, they stood up, forming a half-circle. Smirking, I looked at the Tamrillians gathered around me. Realizing I would need an advantage to take on five people at once, I reached into my pocket and withdrew a..................... ring. A simple circle of the blackest odsidian, but the enchantments I had imbued on it were incredible. I slid the ring onto my hand and began the transformation. I rose up into the air, the change wreathing me in darkness. My weapons disappeared, as did my clothing. Fine, full covering clothing of the blackest silks covered my body. They were silent and enchanted to provide the strength of a full suit of adamantite plate mail, but at a fraction of a fraction of the weight. All of my body was covered, save my eyes. Two swords appeared at my sides, the same color as the silks. A quarterstaff also appeared in my hands. The back panels of my silks bulged, then opened on specially placed seams. Wings slid out, stretching to their 20 foot span, black feathered and shaking themselves gently to dry. I flew up and hovered, some five feet off the ground. I shimmered for a moment and disappeared from sight. Catris and Adeline were the only ones who could see me, as when I am so cloaked, only children and Sidhe can see me. I left the swords in their sheaths, tightened my grip on my staff, and was about to attack when something grabbed my ankle. "Dark Angel, Jemalas, you cannot do this! Even if you have defiled your normal form, you cannot spread evil as the Dark Angel or all the good you wrought will be for not!" Catris said, grasping me firmly. My mind opened and rolled over the area, imparting the message, "I will not spread evil in this form. I will stop them from attacking, whether that means a simple word or that means I must run them through on my swords, I care not. I fulfill the greater good by killing a few Tamrillians than letting Lord Tamislane die at their hands. I only hope that it does not come to that." Knowing my position, both from my telepathy and Catris giving it away by grasping my ankle, the unheralded effects of Lady Raven's unique magicka hit me. I was slammed against the earth, as though a giant hand had swatted a fly. Lady Raven was pleased with the results, as she knew it had not damaged me. She was sure of this due to her intimate knowledge of Sidhe male anatomy. Behind the mask, my face contorted in rage. I pushed off the ground, again unseen, and flew straight up. I began to circle around, trying to find an opening. Catris had lost sight of me in the darkening night. I saw Mea point at the fire and a jet of water shoot from her hand, extinguishing it. "Smart girl," I imparted, surprised that she would take such action. The ground below me lit up with dots of light as the companions who had infravision were activating it. The others were proficient enough with their blades and their wits to predict. They hoped. I shot down like an arrow, staff set for the charge, wings pressed tight against my back. At the last moment, I curved toward Mea. I moved my staff aside and grasped her elven breastplate. I shot back up in the curve a little faster than I intended, expecting her to be much heavier, like the Sidhe. We climbed into the night sky, Mea spell-bound at the sensation of non-magicka aided flight. "Mea," I spoke, my voice resonating so deep that the very marrow in her bones quivered, "tell them to stop this idiocy. I am no longer a threat to your world, though I will need help to stop my troops. They are well-trained in combat maneuvers you would find incomprehensible. Now, tell the companions to stop this, now!" Visably shaken, I casted a spell to make her even lighter, and let go. She dropped back to the ground, some 100 feet below, drifting slower than goose down. I flew to the ground, my psionics picking up the conversation below. I waited, listening intently.............. ~Lord Jemalas Tamislane, Master Dweomerkeeper, Ruler of Kalisis, High Lord of Thornwood jrdavis@penn.com ICQ- 16848203