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Message: <blockquote data-quote="James Heard" data-source="post: 1966180" data-attributes="member: 7280">An interlude: Somewhere in Aestia.The young girl hesitantly mopped his brow."M'Lord? Will he be ok?"Like a shadow stalking more shadows, Murlynd sometime Master of Spoons, paced the cramped quarters of the cave. He made a short, harsh gesture of his hands."I don't know, Melinda. He's remarkably lucid sometimes. That's never a good sign. He's using himself up. He wasn't created to handle this sort of strain.""Is he...is he going to die?"The god barked out a surprisingly human laugh."Of course not. You or I might die, Zagyg is something...more eternal.""M'Lord?""You think that his madness is his purpose. Everyone does. No, don't try to lie to me when I can see your eyes. You know this is truth."She nodded in embarrassed acknowledgement."You misunderstand him and underestimate him. It's a disservice, but I admit it's one I understand.""But Master, he's just so...""Yes. Often he is. But crucial to the order of things no less, understand?"She nodded weakly.In the sweat-soaked cot, the figure stirred."...Such a nice girl...Yes...Accept...""What's he doing, Master?"The great paladin shrugged."Who knows what is hidden in his mind? He is like the stars, of uncertain consequence and hidden depths."She worried her face into a frown and hurried to mop the man's fevered forehead. Somewhere Else- Yes, Right There.A thread of consciousness scours Oerth looking for her, his intuition making work of the gaps between logic where his ruined ego fails him. Why her? Because something is wrong, or more crucially something is different.Ah. Yes, there she is. Right there. Lyndie would laugh at him with those worried eyes if he only knew. "You old goat," he'd say, "They're all the same."But, of course, Lyndie would be wrong. Lyndie is always wrong, even when he's right. Lyndie is wrong sometimes even when he can prove that he's right. Poor Lyndie, such a dear.Where was she again?"Take," he said. Or rather he didn't say, but something like saying. Or maybe it wasn't like saying anything at all. In any case though, he said it."Take."The battered intellect stirred. Such a pretty girl, very polite."Accept."It was hard to think under these circumstances, luckily he remembered how to not think. Carefully he concentrated on not thinking, until he was just a painful powerful shadow of a whisper of a...well, until he wasn't not there.Begging her to take it - A gift. No reward. No cost. Just a lending between friends. Her friends, her people. Not Zagyg's. ***OOC: Zagyg is offering to loan Elistraee 1 epic PL of his divine essence until turn 2, as a surrogate. Basically after the bombs drop and he's ill he figures that someone closer to the drow might be able to take care of them better than his subconscious and much better than his conscious. Right now, while he's thinking about it and before he forgets that he's doing something important. You better give it back though, he's doing this intentionally.</blockquote>

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