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Message 391:

Date:     Sat Aug  7 18:05:51 2004 CDT
From:     Treant (#4829)
To:       *plots (#1506)
Subject:  Araiya's Curse

Treant comes across a nearly lifeless body in the forests west of Axton, the figure is that of a
 female, from the looks of her a foreigner. He thinks to himself for a moment, with his soul gem in
 hand - it would be so easy to capture this soul into enslavement. He decides to spare her for now,
 not knowing her capabilities, and just in case she may prove useful to the Queen. Taking the
 bloody, unconscious body into his arms, he makes his way back to his dwelling. Cleaning her off a
 bit, Treant lays her down onto his goose down mattress, bandaging a few of her visible wounds, and
 waits for her to awaken.

After what seems to be days, the female stranger comes to, a bit of struggle at first as she
 doesn't trust him, but in her weakened state she has no choice. He feeds her a few crystals that
 are place upon his altar, reluctantly she eats them and gains a bit of strength to speak. They
 exchange names, she learns he is Treant the Shadow mage, or a Necromancer to some. His finger runs
 under her chin as she speaks her name, Araiya what a beautiful name he thinks to himself, a sense
 of liking for this girl as he looks into her Azure colored eyes. She offers her dirk to him as a
 sign of her trust, not knowing his hidden intentions are to recruit her into the Queen service. He
 offers her sanctuary, and a bit of training in return for her companionship in his travels, the
 weakened woman accepts the offer and returns into a voluntary slumber to continue the healing
 process.

A few days pass and all is good, Treant is asleep upon the floor having given up his bed to the
 wounded female, who reluctantly ended up on the floor as well during the night. Araiya awakens
 before him, she walks over to the latch on the tent to learn it is locked, fiddling with it she
 cannot get it open, she walks over to his chest and tries to open it, at this point Treant has
 awoken, he watches on with eyes open just a slit, enraged by this action he begins to mutter an
 incantation under his breath in an ancient elvish language, She reaches for the dirk sheathed upon
 his bracer, the dirk she had given him just days before, little to her knowledge a gruesome curse
 that would slowly sap her life force and youth was being placed upon the dirk...

But the curses power didn't end there if unsheathed, it would bond to her hand, becoming impossible
 to sheath or drop, randomly shooting pain through the body causing them to enter a state of
 neurosis, no physical damage would be taken from this curse, the full intention to screw with her
 mental and spiritual being. If he couldn't have her loyalty by choice he would indeed force it...

(More to come...)