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Date: 2/24/1999 3:50 AM Central Daylight Time
From: Tarl Cab0t

::He headed North. He wasn't entirely sure why, but he headed North. Perhaps something drew him there. Perhaps something led him there. He wasn't sure about a lot of things these days.::

North

::How long had it been since he had won? He didn't remember anymore. He *did* remember fighting a lot. But for some reason he kept winning. That's right...if he lost, they would take it away. Take what away?::

Take away my soul. ::He mumbled to himself. How had he ever existed without it? Had he?::

The old man is a fool to believe you serve him, isn't he? You serve no one. You are too strong to be controlled.

That's right. ::He nodded as he trudged along the path. Trudged? He hadn't thought of himself as trudging for a long time. No. Nowadays, his feet nearly glided over the ground as if making contact with it was disdainful.::

That's right. No one controls me.

Indeed. You are not frail. Not like him. He thinks you search for him. Who do you search for? What do you search for?

The gauntlet. ::The word was said almost as a reflex::

That's right. And for whom do you seek the gauntlet for?

For yo...::a pause as he grew dizzy.:: For myself, of course.

Of course. And where do you search?

North. ::He glided along the path, moving much faster, much quieter than any human he had ever met::

Yesss.

North.