Log Date: 10/23/96
Log Cast:
	Sar, Ktai
Log Intro:
	Sar, driven by anger over failing to obtain from Rayek the silver
wolf's head necklace Sar himself had once given Ember, has attempted to get
his revenge on Rayek by bringing Vale to the Palace -- Vale, the son of
Tilia, who Sar hopes to use to convince Tilia to move the Palace for him
if Rayek will not. Sar has also attempted to steal Ktai from the Palace --
ordered by Winnowill to bring Ktai home, yet going past the spirit of her
orders to bodily attack Ktai, knock her senseless, and bind her. Only
because of Rayek and his magic was Sar's attempt thwarted.
	Now, smarting from this failure, Sar has not yet given up. He has
continued to lurk in the Palace's vicinity, and he has come up with a new
plan....

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Sar locksends ** <softly, insiduously> Ktai. **
Sar locksends ** You have many friends, Ktai. Good, caring, guarding
friends. **

You locksend ** <Her send is clear, yet laced with uncertainty. She knows you
  were behind something... and recently.> What do you want, Sar? ** to Sar.

Sar locksends ** And one, one in particular. **

Ktai nervously looks about, her eyes falling on the sleeping Rayek.

Rayek
Lean, angular lines and bold shades define the frame and form of this elf. Deep
  golden-brown skin clearly marks him as one born under a hot Daystar, and is
  set off against near-waistlength, uncompromisingly straight hair, black as a
  starless night sky; eyes of a molten shade of amber dominate his aquiline
  features. He moves with a hunter's sharp, smooth grace, but there is an added
  fluidity to his motion and stance, making him seem to float even when he is
  at rest. Pride, too, is always present in his speech, sending, and carriage,
  suggesting a supreme awareness of any impact he is about to make on his
  surroundings - and assurance that this impact will be naturally worthy of
  notice.
He is clad in sparsely cut garb of -- for those who can identify such things --
  evident Sun Village design: panels of silken, opaque red mothcloth which
  wreathe his chest and loins, discreetly trimmed in gold, and leaving his arms
  and legs bare. On his feet he wears new sandals, also of red and gold, and
  his only ornamentations are the red feathers laced on the thong holding his
  hair into a long, flowing tail.
The airwalker looks strangely troubled and withdrawn of mood; those who know
  him very well might even guess that he seems frightened by something, but he
  is assuredly doing his best to hide it.

Sar locksends ** The brownskin. Do you care for him, Ktai? **

You locksend ** I do not hide my emotions as if I were afraid of them, Sar.
  <Her send wavers slightly, as if she is trying to remember something.> ** to
  Sar.

Sar locksends ** Then why will you not answer? Do you care for him? **

You locksend ** <There is a very faint feel of amusement to the send> I love
  him, Sar. Something you might once remember doing, loving. ** to Sar.

Sar locksends ** <smugly> And how much do you love him? Would you keep him from
  harm, if you could? **

You locksend ** I would give my life for him, Sar. I will live for him, and I
  will die for him... but I will not go back to the Mountain for him. That is
  neither life nor death. ** to Sar.

Sar locksends ** Interesting you should say that. **
Sar locksends ** And if your choice was to go back to the Mountain... or
  forfeit his life. What would you choose? **

You locksend ** I would choose death, Sar. And in that death, I would be far
  closer to Rayek than your pathetic lord ever could be. ** to Sar.

Sar locksends ** And he would still be dead. Do you really wish that for him? **

You locksend ** Not before I killed you first. ** to Sar.

Ktai lies at what seems total repose, yet her eyes are open, and darkly black.
  Perhaps you are aware of her sends, cold and angry, yet somehow still afraid.

You sense in a locksend, Sar laughs. ** A dead elf is no threat to anyone.
  Ktai, return to the Mountain. Or Rayek is birdmeat. The next time, I know to
  avoid his magic. And he is no match for myself and Talon. None. **

You locksend ** Birdmeat? I hardly think so. No more than your mate and child
  who fell so long ago. The prospect of death twists far more than the actual.
  The actual sets free. The prospect simply destroys, twists its subject into
  a dark and ruined soul. I do not fear death, I might welcome it. But my own.
  Not Rayek's. ** to Sar.
You locksend ** I will not go back to the Mountain, Sar. I have grown out of my
  childhood, and I see there is so much more out there to become, so much more
  to do. The Mountain was my playpen. This is my world. ** to Sar.

Sar locksends ** Then he is dead. **

You sense in a locksend, Sar breaks the contact.

[End log.]