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Subject: [Dagger] [Porc] A fight ensues, part
MMXXCITo: "Dagger List" <dagrfall@ods.com>

This is Jim writing this time.

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After Mea stopped Zarth from dashing his blade to powder, the commander of
the Dreadarmies came up and....  big slash..... drew his sword, threatened
my magic, and demanded an explanation.

I smiled, an idea playing across my mind.  "Well, commander, before I speak,
I believe that I should remove two vital keys from play."  I clasped
Krystalas' hand tightly and, safe behind my barrier, pointed to where Catris
and Adeline were standing.  A portal, lying horizontally, appeared beneath
them.  "Can't have you telling them about my weaknesses, can I?" I said as
they dropped through, safely, to the Palace of Kalisis.

"First of all, I do not talk to men who seek to parley with a naked blade.
Put up your weapons.  I mean you no harm."  Mea looked across the fire and
said "Jemalas, how can we trust you?  You pull me from a sound sleep and
carry me off into the night sky, you just dropped two of the companions back
onto the world of your origin, and now you come at us with all kinds of
spellfire, expecting us to sheathe our only defense?  I think not."

Mea's logic in this angered me, not at her, but rather, an unfocused rage.
I narrowed my eyes and magic rolled off of me.  A blob of force, the
consistency of dough, filled her mouth, silencing her annoying comments.  I
made sure the blob was not hindering her breathing, as Zarth would not stop
at any measure in killing me if I assasinated his love.

Mea effectively silenced, Zarth busy trying to help her, I addressed
Dreadmaster Sollar.  "I am in charge.  I am the oldest, most experienced,
and most powerful.  Mea may have her skills, but nothing of this weak
magicka could compare with the might of Kali!  Behold the power of the
Goddess!"

Krystalas and I hugged close, welling up power.  We began to hum, literally
vibrating from holding so much power.  Krystalas and I parted our lips, but
the voice that rang out seemed to be one voice, covering all range of sound,
"Ignotia per ignotius!"

Two purple eyes appeared on the clouds, looking down upon the island, the
camp, the dreadarmies, and especially Krystalas and I.  The voice pealed out
"Avatar!"  The eyes on the clouds blinked once, then a voice whispered
across the land, "Kalianti paroknova asiliana pari!  (Loose translation, You
have invoked the Avatar and are deemed worthy.)"  The eyes flashes and
poured from the sky like water.  They formed into a female form, the
Goddess.  A flash and the avatar was complete.  She took the form of a High
Sidhe woman with pale skin and rainbow hair, draped in a flowing silk robe.

"You dare to oppose my Chosen One!" Kali boomed, her voice disporportionate
for a form ten times her size.  Lady Raven stood tall, irreverent of the
power before her.  "Your 'Chosen' has tried to make Tamriel a clone of
Sovere.  He is no better than any other invader."

Not even listening to Raven's bold words, Kali said, "Why do you not kneel
before me?  I could snuff out your lives as easily as I tread the earth!"

Mea started forward, presumably to plead her god's point of view.  Kali's
eyes flashed and she boomed, "I said kneel!"  Waves of power surged out of
her, slamming into the companions and the Dread army, leaving Krystalas and
I, who had fallen in worship, untouched.  The waves brought with them
incredible pain.  She let out the waves till all were grovelling, some in
reverence, others sobbing in pain.

Zarth recovered quickly.  In his typical heroic, though incredibly foolish,
manner, he grabbed his sword and charged Kali.  He swung his sword in a blow
that would have cleaved anyone in two.  The blade struck Kali on the ribs.
The blade rang out as though he had hit a solid block of adamantite.  A
network of black, spiderweb cracks spread from the tip of his elvish blade,
then the blade shattered, turning his broadsword into a dagger with an
exceptionally large hilt.

Kali merely glanced down at where the blow had hit.  From my perspective, I
could see her pale skin peeping through the slice Zarth's sword had made in
the silky fabric.  Kali, being rather whimsical in such mortal matters,
looked at Zarth with a look of anger.  "You barbarian!  Do you have no idea
of fashion?!?"

A puzzled glance passed between Krystalas and I, but was banished quickly,
as one does not doubt the Goddess.  Zarth was blown back, as Kali's roar
carried with it a gale force wind.  Dreadmaster Sollar moved around to stab
me as I lay prostrate.  Kali stopped her roar and turned toward us.

"First you oppose him, now you try to wound him?" she said.  The power of
Kali coalesced into the figure of a giant hand, which wrapped itself around
the Dreadmaster.  The hand went up about fifty feet into the air, then
slammed down, opening on the way back down.  The hand smashed Sollar into
the ground like a warhammer hitting a fly.  His armor, enchanted to an
extreme, was all that saved him from devastating injury.

Kali touched my head, bidding me to get up.  I looked up, madness showing.
When I fell in worship, I broke contact with Krystalas and my dampeners were
gone.  Kali touched my forehead and the voices vanished.  I fell to the
ground, in ecstasy at the sensation of being alone in my own mind.  Kali
turned and looked upon Mea, seething fire in her eyes.  "You!  You are a
cleric of this Julianos!  You did that to my Chosen One!  Come here."

Mea stepped up defiantly.  "You shall now feel the hatred of all the people
who hate you.  I call upon the souls Jemalas has touched in his many years.
I charge them to haunt you for the rest of your natural life, and beyond."

As she finished, a ghostly moan passed our ears.  The ground beneath all of
us heaved, knocking all down but Kali.  Hands broke the surface.  Rotted,
decayed hands.  "My Goddess, please, do not do..." I shut up when Kali
looked at me, love filling her eyes.  The hands scrabbled about, pulling
themselves from the ground.  All manner of undead pulled their way up out of
the ground.  "Hear me, wood elven bitch, these souls will never harm you.
They will never even touch you.  They will just follow you to the ends of
the multiverse, only to remind you of the injustice you wrought against
Jemalas."

The undead began moaning, "Mea.... Mea... MEA.. We have come for you
Mea..."  A tear rolled down my cheek as I sobbed, "I never meant it to be
like this...."

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