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Subject: Re: [Dagger] [Porc] A fight ensuesTo: Jim Davis <jrdavis@penn.com>
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Jim Davis wrote:

> 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

 As Mea disappeared from right behind him (Which was strange, considering
she had been inside the tent sleeping ;) ) Zarth screamed in rage.
Forgetting all stealth and low profiles he yelled at a volume that would
seem impossible for any man, even considering Zarths massive build.
"If you hurt her I will never forgive you! I will hunt you down wherever you
hide, in whatever world you lurk in, however large an army you hide behind.
I will find you!"
Tears were running down Zarths face. Unaccustomed to these emotions, he knew
not how to handle them. His rage formed his view of the world, and he knew
he was right. The Righteous Wrath filled him. That made him dangerous. A
person driven by Righteous Wrath was able to do anything, without
hesitation, no matter how the action would repel a 'sane' person.

Some people considered Zarth barbaric, because he didn't control his
emotions and instinct like civilized persons do. His life close to nature,
secluded from civilization had made Zarth more like the animals. He reacted
on instincts, he had not the wit to be deceptive or plot intricate designs
to snare people into mental traps. His physical skills were honed by years
of survival in the wilderness and forests. He could sense Jemalas presence
as much as his excellent vision made up the shapes in the dark. He sensed
Meas unease, and knew not how to help.

Then Mea fell. As she fell to the ground, Zarth stormed for the place she
was falling towards. He sheathed his broadsword into the scabbard he had
strapped to his back, and caught Mea in his powerful arms. She seemed ok.
Ecstatic joy over seeing her very much alive, if a little shaken, mixed with
uncontrollable rage over Jemalas treatment of his protected, left Zarth very
much confused.

Mea saw tenderness in his eyes as his face was twisted in a hateful, grim
visage. He put her down on the ground, and drew his sword. This time he did
not let go of her arm. He sensed Jemalas some distance to the east, and
placed himself between Mea and Jemalas. He looked at Mea, not wanting to
leave her side, but also wanting to go hack Jemalas to pieces. He did even
less want to bring her along to his meeting with the hateful one.

Nothing could stop him from killing Jemalas now, nothing. Except from his
promise to guard Mea at all times, and he could not let ANYTHING make him
fail his promise twice in as many minutes. He knew not how he could ever
forgive himself for letting Jemalas take Mea in the first place. Some foul
magic it must have been, as he himself had secured her tent, and guarded it
patiently. He swore under his breath, waiting for Mea to command him.

Zarthanator Gromscream.

Bearer of Righteous Wrath