From: 3:30 Subject: [Dagger] [Porc] A mind stretched to breakingTo: I could sense the unbridled hatred Zarth now held for me. I could sense him seething at seeing her fall, but he should have felt my spell when he caught her. I decided to stay away from that one. In case of battle, I prepared a spell that would stop him quickly. Beating my wings regularly, I used the magic inherent to the Dark Angel to look at the companions with my infravision, thankful that the Sidhe range was much greater than the elven. I could also see the auras, everyone exuding waves of weariness in dealing with me, as well as edgyiness. I could see Catris and Adeline were relaxed, the tent flaps open, the duo sleeping soundly. They knew I would not attack. I could only hope that Mea had taken my message to the companions and was trying to convince them of my intentions. Arcs of planar energy blew across my mind as the thin membrane between Oblivion and Mundus ripped then shut again, somewhere on the island. Suddenly, a huge number of thoughts flooded into my mind, all seeking to rid the world of my troops. I screamed (something not so easy while I am the Dark Angel) and convulsed, overloaded. I glided softly to the ground and lay there, listening to all the minds within a couple miles, focusing on the companions, listening to their conversation. ~Lord Jemalas Tamislane, Master Dweomerkeeper, Ruler of Kalisis, High Lord of Thornwood jrdavis@penn.com ICQ- 16848203