Subject: [Dagger] [PORC] The armies prepare to march
Date: Tue, 11 Aug 1998 12:49:05 -0400
From: "Jim Davis" <jrdavis@penn.com>
To: <dagrfall@ods.com>

With Morgiah pressing her favors on me, I penned the orders for my
generals.  The Underking was to attack the Imperial city in one day, making
the deadline through use of my transportation magics.  The King of Worms was
to go after the Iliac Bay area, which I feared would take the longest,
considering that the snibbeling cowards at the Angry Porcupine would oppose
my power.  Realizing the threat Catris and Adeline's magic, which would
re-emerge as well, posed to me, I called upon the goddess given powers in my
body over magic.  I summoned up a null magic area around both of them,
Catris' centered on the small pendant she always wears and Adeline's on her
sword, which never leaves her side.  As I looked down on my armies, I
noticed the Dragon Contingents, thousands of dragons of all colors of the
rainbow, mineral, and metal spectrum.  Nightwing was in the courtyard of the
castle, ready to serve as my personal mount.

Gaining inspiration from another world, a world known as Athas, I forged
enough medallions to give one to every one of my soldiers over 20 years
old.  I explained their use as follows, "These medallions are linked to my
mind.  They allow me to know where you are at all times and also allow you
to call upon me to render magic aid.  Merely hold it up, call my name, and
then speak the Soverian spell you want.  I will send it, deeming you are
worthy."  A cheer went up among my armies.

Most beautiful, standing in the dawn light, Soverian adamantite arms and
armor gleaming, ready to conquer.  There were even some Sidhe among them,
mostly wood and arcanian.  I could feel the pulse and surge of their magic,
their will to do my bidding.  I turned from the battlements, tired from the
exertion of teleporting some two million troops from Sovere.

I laid down on a soft bed in my chambers.  Morgiah took up post at the desk
while I slept, writing out my plans for me.  As I dozed in and out of sleep,
my thoughts wandered.  Due to the fact of my newly discovered psionics, I
traveled astrally to the Angry Porcupine.  I saw Adeline and Catris were
still in the tap room, Catris still crying.  At the sight of that, my mind
fell into a state of profound sadness, which was passed along by accident to
all in the tap-room.  As I looked over the gathered adventurers, I felt only
loathing, as they were trying to stop me from my birthright.  I wondered if
any of the regulars would take up my cause, but left that decision for
themselves.  My attention was called away.

I awoke to a mental summons from one of the medallions I gave out.  It seems
that some fool from a nearby village had decided to slay me.  I went down to
the front gates and stepped outside, where my army had herded him to the
gates.  Not bothering to draw my swords, I talked to the person, who was
dripping with hatred for me.  "Go home, boy.  Your cheap leather armor is no
match for my blades."  The insolent brat dropped his head and charged, sword
swinging.

I stepped to the side and the fool ran headlong into the moat.  Forming the
delicate words of Sidhe, the tongue from which another called Latin was
spawned, I said "Nemo impune lacessit!"  I grasped the lad with my mental
hand and brought him up out of the moat.  I set him down before me and drew
my swords.  Clang!  Clang!  Ring!  The fool attacked, only to be parried at
every blow.  Clang-snikt!  The fool tried to parry Scorcher, but the
inferior daedric blade was sliced through by my sword like a hot knife
through warm butter.  The blade of his longsword fell to the ground.
Feeling no need to dispense with him myself, I turned away and motioned to
Morgiah, pointing to her amulet.  Tired still, I teleported back up to my
bed.  I felt Morgiah yell my name, and then say "Thunderstrike!"  Above the
castle, two smoldering spots appeared in the sky.  As I looked down on
Morgiah, thunder poured from my eyes in the sky and into her amulet.  The
power she held was immense.  She pointed her hand at the infidel, and
blasted him to a fine, foul-smelling dust.

I realized that I should not have had him killed.  Now the cause against me
had a martyr.  Darn!  So, now I await an attack on the newly arrived Castle
Tamislane.  Chuckling to myself, I thought of my plans to bring the city of
Kalisis through the dimensional gates.  Maybe tomorrow......

~Lord Jemalas Tamislane, Master Dweomerkeeper, Ruler of Kalisis, High Lord
of Thornwood
Don't keep dodging.  It would make things a lot easier on you.
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