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"The question of existance only plagues those with time on their hands, which I currently have in abundance. I enjoy talking to intelligent beings such as yourself, but I grow very weary of this atmospher. Mostly, I hate your light chamber, and it insults my sense of truth." Cedric looked about at the mess flinging about, "I should return the captain I borrowed back to his port before he becomes rather inflamed with his lack of adventure or plunder in this region, I promised him a quick demise should he attempt to swindle this area, as I naturally assumed your society would inflict massive amounts of damage upon intralopers who assult your property." The elf lifted his book, "Good Book about dragons, and I saw another I wish to have. Could you exchange my services for it as well, preferably something that takes me beyond your borders and back? The road has such a welcoming ring after your family is slaughtered by an invading horde of Drow."

"That, and I have heard rumours about an elfish band of mercanaries wondering around Deep Water, I am aware of a few such bands including remnents of my people. I wonder how they are fareing in this rather unpleasent world."

"That, and talking to your cousin, the Oracle does seem to lead towards some measure of truth. Perhaps she might know which Direction I should walk in my journey to find what I seek. Maybe, she knows what I seek..."

Tarathiel shruged, "What is the potion for then? Fertility drug? Abortion? love potion? No wait, the heart of a pig that gave birth to exactly six pigs, which is a northern traditional number of the spheres of magic, and it was the heart which is the source of life for the animal in classical magical thought..."

"A polymorph potion?"

"Free access to books, I will definately return before I wander out of this realm." Cedric smiled, which seemed rather strange since he did just mention the murder of his entire family.

"She should provide an interesting conversation then."

"I am well aware that your room comforts you, but I think your time would be better spent researching a way to restore what you want than simply enjoying an illusion of it. Dreams and this realm can be one if we magelings try hard enough."

"Come call on me if you need another negotiator. I feel that I could have been more constructive with my last task, perhaps even more accurate in my arguement."

"Simple spells are usually the most complex potions." Tarathiel shrugged, he didn't seem bothered by her mention of her cycle. "My sisters always bitched about how they had to waste one of their spells to ease that pain. Even Lloth offers solice from that agony. Luckly for me, I am both a demi-god and immune to pain, and a mere and lowly male."

"Interesting times, when I could barely walk or talk. Then again, I was a good little drow son for those first few centries, blood thirsty and cruel, willing to slaughting sleeping infants in their craddles... Oh wait, I didn't want to do that..." Tarathiel laughed, "Actually, I changed my name and left home after I killed that child. It seems even a dark heart can become consious of evil at odd or bloody moments."

"What do you mean you are waiting for the right person?" Cedric had to ask, his thrust for knowledge would not let that one slide.

Tarathiel chuckled, "KimKim is a poor translation of my name to Deep Gnome. I had to endure it for the better part of a century while I manipulated the politics into something that would bring about my desired dream."

"It sounds much nicer coming from your lips." A flirt, fleeting yet sincere.

"You have seen Prince Tarathiel?"

"Nothing is ever as simple as walking through the valley of Death and returning with the Orb of Significant Power and restoring goodness to the universe." The elf shoke his head, "What type of mind are you searching for in perticular? I might have something to offer in the way of intellect."

"Give me five minutes and my minotaur and they will be restocked imidiately, though he would be bound to keeping the food from disappating with one of his minor cantrips." The drow walked towards Meilikki, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Did you see me kill him?"

"To make that room a reality is truth enough." Cedric replied without missing a beat, "My people dreamed of that word for fifteen hundred years, my father was born under the light of the sun, and was grieved by my inability to experience the natural warmth of the wonderous sphere of fire." The elf's eyes reflected an inner fire that seemed capable of consuming the room.

"Truth is a mere glimpse of something lost to my people, this is a much more important task than any personal asperiation."

The Drow's hand sat still on her shoulder, "Five hundred years ago, I killed an infante who was sleeping soundly in his bed. I took his name..." His mind swelled, he had never hidden this from anyone, but he never truly could come to terms with such an action. Somethings were wrong, even from his standpoint. Logic could dictate that his hand was not wrong in slaying the youth, but somewhere within his aged and blackened soul, he knew that it was pure evil. He was pure evil.

"I should go."

"Yes. Corellon will live again if I undertake this task." Cedric said with a very calm and determined voice. "Hope. Hope is something I have not lived with since the days of my youth in the Halls of my Father. Forgive me for not seeing a truth for what it was, and only the lie underneath."

"A person wishing for death will find it whereever they might go. All you did was make the end more humane. I maliciously slaughtered a sleeping child, I drew my hand and slide my scimitar into his chest, and wore his blood on my chest, and felt the last breath escape his lips."

"The same result, but you are not a murderer. You are not the bane of life, you are capable of doing what is best, and guiding people towards some light. I force the souls of the many into the abyss of the dark and bring their hearts to the Queen of the Spiders!" His tone was extremely harsh, a sound that Meilikki may have only heard in her visions.

"I am vile, and am not worthy to be graced by your light."

"Then we shall start that quest as soon as possible," The elf turned on his heels, "I assume you have made some of the necessary prepreations. Perhaps we could finish all the necessary equipment checks and aquirsitions while we wait for Piper and Meilikki. Can I bring Talon?"

"You haven't seen my death. I am immortal. I will outlive the gods." His voice seemed detatched from where he just was, as though he had completely forgotten the entire conversation or merely came to accept something. Then again, Warhammer would say that he was trying to be 'loving'.