“The wards are complete, master. No one else may look into this room with magic.” “Fine,” Kaverin said. He resumed his pacing, clacking the knuckles of his jet-black hands together with every third step. At last he turned to Lord Rayburton. “You know, milord, I’m beginning to believe you about th...
A chorus of fifty priests shuffled down the center of the twilight-shrouded street, croaking out a hymn to Cyric. They strained to form the words as best they could, but the charred stumps of their tongues choked them with every syllable. Their eyes, glazed with pain and rimmed red with exhaust...
In that time, Alusair and the dwarven army made their way south across the green rolling hills of the Great Dale. Now, ten days and almost seventy miles after parting with King Azoun, Torg’s soldiers stood on the edge of Lethyr Forest. As he had each evening of the march, Torg traveled from clan ...