Subject: Re: [Dagger] [Porc] The Dark Angel
Date: Sun, 06 Sep 1998 09:50:45 +0200
From: Tarald Holm <taraholm@online.no>
Reply-To: Tarald.Holm@nextel.no
Organization: Nextel
To: Dagger List <dagrfall@ods.com>

>"Well now you are a cunning conversationalist, Jemalas, as you continue

to ask questions without >answering the queries put to you " I said.
>>"In regard to your question about ........

My, they do talk alot, don't they? Zarth had allways resolved matters in

the past without having to resort to these long, akward and cumbersome
ways of resolving disagreements. "Have you thought of this way of
viewing the facts in the different light under the circumstances that
are constantly changing and if you had been there you would see it as I
do". Hmmm. I'll settle for a fistfight any day. Friends are friends, and

others are not. People have no business changing back and forth between
these groups. People have no business either to change into black thigs
with wings on other peoples ships. First a dragon, and now this
deamon-angel thing. Hmm. Zarth was very glad he did not live on Sovere.
Imagine a town where beggars and drunks cast flaming fireballs at anyone

who don't grant them their change. A place where daemons and angels walk

the streets delivering toys and probably alot of other things too, to
each and everyone, giving them a good scare just for good measure. A
place where you invite your local deity over for scones and tea, and
spend the rest of eternity flying around in the sky, or invading
neighbouring worlds. Hmm. No, give me Tamriel any day of the week.

>"In answer to your soliloquy about giving toys to children, let me tell

you this ...."

Maybe it was time for him to speak?
Zarth toyed with the idea of formulating a long and intresting speach,
that would solve all these conflicts once and for all. He thougth about
what he might say....
"I think that Jemalas here, has lost contact with his self-control....
that sounded pretty impressive, but no. how about..... Mea has every
right to be upset, this is HER ship, and you do as she says! that was
pretty much to the point, and spoke for Zarths own thoughts fully, but
he decided to give it a miss. Last time he tried some serious
conversation, he had really blown it.

>" So, I put to you, Lord Jemalas Tamislane, Master Dweomerkeeper, Ruler

of ........

Man, this guy had a long title. Another reason for staying in Tamriel.
Here people had sensible names, like Mea, Raven and Zarth. Names that
could be spoken in one breath, and didn't take forever to listen to.
Imagine a feast on Sovere... Hi my name is....... Delighted to meat you
I am .......... Oh look at the time, we got to go. Nice to meet you
................. Likewise, ............... We must do it again
sometime. Yes, but make it in the summertime, when the days are longer.
Zarth resisted the compulsion to shake hhis head and laugh, it wouldn't
be appropriate in this scene.
It was good he was able to see humor in this scene. It sure wasn't fun
when things turn out this way. Jemalas had been a swell guy as long as
he could remember, but lately he had been strange. Then this new girl
arrives, and he gets this funny feeling he's seen her before. Zarth only

cared for Mea's safety, but hadn't minded Jemalas company (He had to
hand it to him, it was hard to be bored around Jemalas. He was allways
so full of fun) But the way things were going, Jemalas would compromise
Mea's safety, and Zarths priorities were crystal clear.

>"Furthermore if you don't come up with a decent explanation, in regard
to your invitation of the >lady here that you brought in to this world,
and your plan for the near future, well I suggest that >you get the hell

of my ship and return to whichever rock (magical or not) you crawled
from under >in Sovere" this I said while getting quite hot under the
color "and do not bother me again with your >shenanigans."

Finally, good old Mea. She certainly had a way with words, but she made
her point well enough.
Zarth wanted to scream. His battlecry would be good. He wanted all these

pesky problems out of the way, and go back to being with Mea, relaxing
and having fun, and the occational rescue in a daring ideum, and the odd

fight thrown in to boot. The confined are of the ship, and these mental
conflicts that he could not quite grasp, were no fun at all.

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Everybody: Ah. Ohhhh. What a lovely, fancy, brilliant sign!

Tarald - The Lord of Smeg

You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on