Subject: [PORC] A sensible Wood and High elf
Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 09:29:18 -0800
From: jdavis109@juno.com (JAMES R DAVIS)
To: dagrfall@ods.com

Zarth and Mea did not partake of the dragon's heart.  I figured it best
if I did not collect anything else useful from it, knowing their reaction
to the heart.  We explored the lair and found several short skeletons
that we first thought were children.  Upon closer examination, the wisps
of once thick beards clinging to their jaws became apparent.  This was a
dwarven clan hall!

It was abandoned long ago when the dwarves left.  In fact, that is where
I heard of Tamriel, from a dwarf who told me in a tavern of a place where
people are left more or less to their own devices and pull from their own
strength to use magic.

I found a suit of dwarven plate, Catris a longsword or two, Adeline took
a war hammer, but I did not notice what Mea and Zarth took.  Holding onto
to Catris, we levitated up out of the pit.  We continued on till we hit
an inn.  Once there, we walked in and took up a table.  Smelling the
food, my mouth began watering.  I controlled myself long enough for a
bar-maid to come over.

Everyone else ordered a sensible dinner of roasted beef, but I was
suddenly ravenous.  "Roast chicken." I said, meaning the entire bird.
She came back several minutes with our drinks and the food.  As the food
was set before us, I vaguely heard Mea whisper something to the effect of
"Is your draconianism kicking in?"  I ignored her, focusing on my food.
I tore into the roasted chicken, finishing the whole in the same time as
it took my companions to finish one plate of roasted beef.

I pushed the platter away, satiated.  Odd.  I never ate much before.  Why
did I polish off an entire bird by myself?  Drawing the conclusion my
mind had ignored, I realized that my dense structure was no longer
sustaining itself on the magic of Sovere.  I would have to eat like that
to retain my density.  Sadly, I do not enjoy food that much.

I sold my old leather and chain to support my new appetite.  I also went
to a mages' guild in that village.  An archmage met with me and we
discussed my situation relating to magic.  The archmagess, an enchanting
red-headed high elf, told me that my potential for magicka is severely
limited, though my mind would accept training in the old ways and in the
lost arts of psionicism.  Intrigued, I talked with this woman for a long
while, the conversation ending as dawn broke the sky and a rooster
announced the sun's arrival.  The woman, Andrea Quentin, gave me a small
ivory rod.  She told me "If you ever need come back here, just snap the
rod and you will be teleported."

I borrowed some texts on the above arts and went back to the inn, reading
long into the next day......

~Lord Jemalas Tamislane of Thornwood, Ruler of Kalisis
JDavis109@juno.com

_____________________________________________________________________
You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail.
Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com
Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866]