Subject: [Dagger] [PORC] A lighter mood seeps into the sewers.
Date: Sun, 9 Aug 1998 00:12:45 -0400
From: "Jim Davis" <jrdavis@penn.com>
To: <dagrfall@ods.com>

"Mea, my companions and I are by no means permenant residents.  Even now, I
can feel the convergence growing closer.  Soon, the worlds will be touching
once more and I will have my powers back.  (well, 1000 years is a short time
to someone who is immortal)"

"To your generous offer to try and rid me of my horrific temper, the offer
is gratefully acknowledged, but would in no way help me.  The spurts of
intense anger I experience are so deeply imbedded in my nature that nothing
could remove them.  Kali herself once tried, but the result was less than
desirable.  It left me separated into two separate beings, one meek and
quiet, the other loud-mouthed and violent.  Some of the rage also stems from
the fact of poor etiquette.  On Sovere, I was taught to respect my elders.
Here on Tamriel, I am an elder to almost everything, save the gods
themselves."  I continued, not allowing a word edgewise.

"As to my purpose in pursuing the dead arch-lich you see on the altar, that
is a long story."  Mea's brows furrowed, making clear her annoyance at my
aversion.  "He, no, it was the leader of a Soverian society known as the
Seekers of :Life Eternal.  The SLE's patron, a power known as Kiranom, is
the antithesis of the goddess of creation and magic, Kali.  The Sidhe were
formed from the very essence of Kali, hence they are immortal, living so
long as Kali rules on and the body of the Sidhe is not utterly destroyed.
Kiranom formed this society to try and steal the immortality from the Sidhe,
so as to rob Kali of their power.  Sabidon was the chosen of Kiranom, and I
am the Chosen one of Kali.  We are the force of our patrons' will on this
plane.  Their will was that Sabidon destroy me, and I destroy Sabidon.  My
mission is achieved, till a new chosen of Kiranom arises."

Hoping that to be satisfactory, I sheathed my swords, Ghalleva quivering
with anger at being dropped, donned my helmet, set my nose up at just the
right angle, and strutted out of the temple, trying to be as arrogant as the
usual nobleman.  We found our way out and went to a small tavern in
Wayrest.  It was not long before.....

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