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Subject: [Dagger] [Porc] The battle is
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As the ranks of the Dreadarmy, protected by some divine magic, engaged the
undead, thoughts played across my mind.  First and foremost, "STOP ATTACKING
ANYTHING RELATED TO KALI!"  My mind shouted this to me, as it is the only
way to quell her anger.  The second being a bitter laugh at the futility of
attacking the undead.  Even though they may stop the form, Kali could easily
keep the spirit there and attacking.

The undead did nothing to defend themselves, their only purpose to scare Mea
into not opposing me.  Though the Dreadarmy was protected from Kali's power,
they were not safe from my magic.  Having had enough of the battle, I stood
up and wiped my eyes.  Seeing that no one would hear me with a normal voice,
I put my hand up and slammed it into the earth, yelling "Stop!"

The effect was instantaneous.  I had invoked a power of love.  The Dreadarmy
stood, their orcish longblades harmless now, their arms slumped to their
sides.  The undead did not even touch Mea, just wanting to frighten her with
their incessant babbling and horrid appearance.

Piety and reverance aside, I stepped up to the Goddess, spun her to face me,
and yelled at her.  "Kali!  Stop this petty battle now!  I invoked the
Avatar for protection, not your offensive firepower!"

Had I been anyone else, Kali would have vaporized me on the spot for
touching her.  But I am Kali's Chosen One, her emissary and her near equal.
She saw the emotion behind my actions and hugged me, saddened that she had
brought such pain to me.  While she was crying, her tears falling to the
ground in lumps of solid alabaster, I turned to the companions.  "Shall we
talk now?"

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