From: Tue 15:25 Subject: Re: [Dagger] [Porc] A fight ensues 2To: dagrfall@ods.com Watching what happened to Mea, I felt fury grow within me, a red rage that bubbled up from the very core of my being and filled me, boiling and flowing, barely contained. It was the kind of rage I have always had to control very carefully, for it has historically caused the object of my rage to become quite dead. The fury was for the way he had so shamefully used us; the other adventurers had stayed their hands while he was ill in order to let him awake and plead his own case, although he should have died then and there like the worm he was for his deeds. I had risked my life repeatedly to try to save him, draining all of my energy multiple times to save his worthless neck. And he rewards us this way! I felt the Window open, and the presence of the Dreadarmy, and although I had only felt it once before when I was samll, it is a very disticntive, recognizable feeling and I knew it immediately. ^Good,^ I thought. ^We will assuredly need the backup to deal with Jemalas's army.^ Jemalas began to drift to the ground, seemingly because something had hurt him, and I watched in surprise. Of course, it could all just be a ruse designed to trap us. I catiously began to approach, still protected by my camoflage effect (it causes every detectable statistic about me- body heat, mental energy, magic, sound, view, smell, etc. to seem to be part of the background. It is essentially a very complicated illusion that makes me look to all senses and sensing spells like a peice of the scenery, and it is made possible by my peculiar, intuitive control of magic). After a moment he seemed to recover, and took to the air again. My mouth twisted grimly. A ruse, indeed. He abruptly began to cast a spell, and I saw a fiery red glow begin to appear on the ground near him. It became some sort of a portal -to Sovere?- as I watched, and suddenly a young woman of the same race as Jemalas jumped throught it. He seemed to pull the same trick with the newcomer that he had with Mea, and my mouth twisted futher. If she had been as unwilling as Mea, I vowed that blood would be shed. (Thinking of Mea, I cast a bit of my mental attention in her direction and was happy to discover that she was sleeping peacefully in Zarth's care.) I had had wuite enough of "Lord Tamislane" and his high-handed attitude toward Tamriel and its inhabitants, and if killing him was the only way to keep my land, my people, and my newfound friends safe, so be it- but Julianos grant me a chance to aid in the kill! (After Zarth, of course- I was in it for the people who were sworn to me as their lady, for myself and my friends and the fulfilment of my vows, but he had a more overwhelming cause than any of those- the right to avenge the multiple damages done to his lady-love.) A great glow from the sky cut me off in the middle of a muse and I squinted in the direction of the glow to discover that it was caused by Jemalas and the newcomer kissing! I chuckled heartlessly- Lady Catris wasn't going to be happy about that! Not that I was certain how I felt about her, either- although if she kept reducing paladins to puddles of slime my feelings would abruptly become clear. Once again my muses were interrupted- people these days have no manners!- this time by an arrow that lodged itself securly in Jemalas's wing. It appeared to come from the direction of the approaching Fist, and I grinned evilly- If I remembered right, the arrows of the Dreadarmies were very cruelly serrated. As I looked at the army, they ran up a white flag and stopped a comfortable distance from the camp, waiting expectantly. I sprinted back to the camp to find Catris and Adeline still asleep, Zarth standing guard over Mea's prone form, and Taganath running up a white flag in response to the overture of the Fist. The Fist continued to approach as I banished the camoflage effect on myself, startling Zarth and Taganath into nearly attacking me. "I apologize for my thougtlessness in startling you- I should ahve learned better long ago. I am just not used to being in the presence of such splendid reflexes," I added, truthfully- for in spending most of my time fighting the Dark Brotherhod, one can appreciate that I ran into only a limited number of "warriors" whom I or any of us would dignify with the name. Dreadmaster Sollar approached at that moment, and spoke to us with calm authority. "I am Dreadmaster Thispan ThSollar," he said quietly but with authority. "Who leads here?" I waited for Taganath to say something, for as sacred protector of all Tamriel his rank was much greater than mine... Lady Raven At 05:55 AM 8/17/98 +0800, you wrote: >>>> When I recovered consciousness, I was in Zarth's Strong arms, I looked at his face ... err eyes through the mask and I smiled, dear Zarth, I thought always there when needed, but how in Kynareth's name did he catch me ? I did see the hateful expression in Zarth's eyes but i'm sure that it wasn't for me, as I've never felt so safe and secure before in my life and I promptly fell a sleep again, happy to know that nothing could happen to me while my love protected me. With that thought I drifted back in to the world of dreams ........................... I woke up, got out of bed carefully as not to wake Zarth, to get breakfast ready, because today was the day that Zarth had to go to the Mages guild for his final exam as Enchanter and I knew that my man needed all the sleep and nourishment that he could get, since the guild was a fair distance away from our little place in the woods. I busied myself in the kitchen, scrambling some hen eggs that I had ready and slicing the freshly baked ' waybread' with some goat cheese and a large pitcher of milk, got the kitchen table set up and was about to wake Zarth, when (again) he was a step ahead of me and came walking into the kitchen, he grabbed me by the waist, picked me up of the floor and twirled me around while planting a firm but loving kiss on my nose, and said " how is the most beautiful wood elf in the world to day" ( I noticed that his words where gentle, articulate, and said with total confidence, all without a mask, then remembered that he learned to speak proper, as he would have said once, a long time ago) " I am well, happy and totally besotted by you, but you already knew that" I said and gave him a tender kiss on his smiling lips. We sat down to eat and............................................. I woke up, hmm ...... what again ? I then realized it had all been a dream, but what a dream, it does make you wonder though doesn't, I mean those old witches say that dreams always speak truth ! But what was this I heard horses, lots of horses .......................................... -- Regards Mea /\ /vvvvvvvvvvvv \----------Sacre-Noir------------------------. `^^^^^^^^^^\^ / \/ +-----------------------------------------------------------+ | "Vegemite" the power of love... | +-----------------------------------------------------------+ | "I didn't do it, it wasn't my fault" | +-----------------------------------------------------------+ |Homepage: http://geocities.com/TimesSquare/Labyrinth/6161/ | +-----------------------------------------------------------+