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Subject: [Dagger] [Porc] A wounded angelTo: "Dagger List" <dagrfall@ods.com>

As the arrow tore through my wing and lodged itself in my shoulder, I
screamed, both psionically and mentally.  The combined sound made the
Dreadarmies and the companions cringe.  "Neonate, do not kiss me again, or I
will drop you."  I concentrated and the silks wrapping my face resumed their
former place.

The purple glow around us died away as I landed, North of the camp, to
remove the arrow.  Krystalas gripped the black wooden shaft and tugged.  The
arrow she removed looked more like a torturer's tool than a weapon of war.
"Jemalas, should I use a healing spell?"

"No need," I said, placing over my hand and allowing the regeneration
properties of the Dark Angel to heal me.  In the pain of the moment, my
psionic dampeners cut out for a moment.  The anger and hatred all rolled in
for a moment, but the dampeners came back quickly.  I shuddered for a
moment, having forgotten how the anger felt.  From the momentary glimpse at
the minds, I realized that Lady Raven now had an almost tangible hatred for
me.  No, her hatred was tangible.  Even with the Julianos sent curse
dampened, I could feel the force.  If the conditions were right, she might
end up summoning something dreadful.  Oh well.

Once again on firm ground, I removed my ring.  The form of the Dark Angel
shimmered and vanished.  I was again Lord Jemalas Tamislane.  One hand on
Scorcher, the other holding Krystalas' hand.  It was not a show of
affection, it was a link of power.  While touching, we could cast spells
combining our power.  It was dawn now, and the companions were just getting
up.  The dreadarmies were sent to help me, so they were staying back, not
getting involved for the moment.  We strode into the camp.

Zarth, upon seeing me, stood up and yelled, "Shlice and Dihice!"  (he had
taken off his mask).  He picked up his broadsword and came running at me,
gibbering like a lunatic.  I felt power pull through my connection to
Krystalas and a barrier leaped up into place in front of Zarth.  He slammed
into the magical wall and bounced off.  The spell formed a sphere around us,
and we were safe, as no means known to Tamriel could bring this field down.

"Now," I said aloud, "I am done humiliating and making fun of you.  Care to
talk like the civilized people you are supposed to be?"  Krystalas chuckled
under his breath, but the momentary fault in her concentration broke the
mind link that was retaining me. I started to fall to the ground,
overwhelmed, but Krystalas quickly interceded with a mind block.  I had to
give credit.  She was new to psionics, and she was doing quite well at it.
Possibly a student that could do what Catris never could?

As the thought of the attractive woman being my apprentice played across my
mind, I waited for someone to speak.  Zarth was now slicing at the barrier,
but would succeed in only dulling his sword.

~Lord Jemalas Tamislane, Master Dweomerkeeper, Ruler of Kalisis, High Lord
of Thornwood
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