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THE DARKNESS OF DALTIGOTH

The STORMLORD Trilogy
Volume Two
By
Lawrence J. Cohen
2006 Lawrence J. Cohen
DEDICATION
In loving memory of Grandpa,
Murry Kaplan
Moishe ben Yitzchak HaKohen Kaplan
5 Adar 5745 / 26th February 1985
And
Grandma,
Irene Kaplan
Hikka bas Yosef
24 Sivan 5771 / 26th June 2011
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To my parents, Elly and Martin Cohen, who instilled a love of literature in me at a young
age. My teachers, Mrs. Cynthia Jacobs 6th and 7th grades; Mr. Shark 8th grade general science;
Mrs. Judy Garguillo and Mrs. Anne Hunt, Manalapan High School English Department;
Professors Carl Calendar and Gene Snyder, Brookdale Community College English Department;
Professors Oscar Muscariello and Emily Trafford Berges, New Jersey City State University
English Department; and my literary agent, Dave Mocknick, who finally got the editors at
Wizards of the Coast to see sense and read my manuscripts.
Shadowsong is a real legendary sword crafted by the late Wayne Urstadt of the Society
for Creative Anachronism, the real Shadowmaker. According to tales told in taverns and inns
all around Scadia and Krynn, this masterwork quality blade was coveted by all, but none could
afford Shadowmakers asking price. Eventually it was purchased by the son of an unnamed U.S.
Senator, and supposedly hangs on his wall somewhere.
Arion is based on my own ashwood staff, crafted of unfinished wood from a sapling,
which has five twists in it from vines growing around the young tree. This staff was purchased
for $40 at Pennsic XXVIII (1989.) Ive since added a rare golden dragons claw clutching a
solid amethyst crystal ball to its top. These golden dragon claws can be purchased from Butch
Honeck of the SCA at (517) 536-4800 (believe it or not, hes never even read a single
Dragonlance novel, and started crafting the popular items because a customer requested one in
1988.)
The above pewter figurine of Jasryn Storm, including Staff of Air and pseudodragon
familiar, is available from Andrew Barlow at www.darkplatypus.com. Professional
paintjob done by Jason Hensey at www.middlepillarpathpainting.net,
middlepillarpathpainting@yahoo.com, or
(801) 465-0488.

To my close friends, Tony Mendez and Tom Hudson, for long, enjoyable hours of
gaming sessions and for helping to hammer this story into a viable manuscript. Tony is an expert
DM and an excellent and demanding editor. He had me write and rewrite the prologue of this
story until I got it just right. The vivid descriptions of Jasryns bedroom in the castle, and many
other settings, were all the result of Tonys often heavy-handed demands that I invoke just the
right combination of words to bring the story to life. The witty dialogue of Tom Hudsons brave
knight, Markham Danyal Swordhawk, was often quoted in this story word for word. Of
particular fond memory was his order to set a brick paste through Ravenwood Forest. (You
mean as fast as pasty bricks, Tom? Tom glared at me across the table. Dont get smart. I
meant a brisk pace, mage. Just wait till you mispronounce your next spell.)
Nothing, however, invokes quite as vivid a memory as the stormy night we finally arrived
at the castle my character inherited. Both Toms knight and my mage had escaped from this very
fortress as children; now, we had been brought back with an escort of dark knights. The adopted
son of a cruel foreign nobleman, Jasryn was being forced to accept the title and lands as the new
Baron Von Bladmere.
The late evening sky was black with thunderclouds. Lightning lit the whole landscape,
turning night into day, and occasionally struck a lightning rod high up in a tower turret. The
white robed mage tossed his head back and stared up through the pouring rain at the castle. This
place had been his home as a child. The massive structure of cold, hand-carved granite stones,
carved gargoyles, iron gratings, and solid oaken doors loomed five hundred and twenty feet
above him. Here and there, high tower windows were lit by flickering orange torchlight.
Somewhere in the distance, a small animal screamed as a great horned owl found its supper.
The loud report an iron bolt made as it was slid back shattered the night. The massive
banded oak door opened, and a thin old woman peered out into the rainy night. She was short
and thin, wore a prim and proper black dress, and her gray head was wrapped in an expensive
silk shawl. She bore in her hand a hooded lantern, whose flame flickered in the wind. When she
spoke, her voice was thick with a Nerakan accent.
Gutt evening, Herr Baron. I am your chatelaine, Frau Brucha.
NEIGH! Barrys dwarf immediately exclaimed.
Everybody at the table broke out laughing, and we didnt stop until tears freely streamed
from our eyes.

So without further ado, Lawrence J. Cohen and the Tony Mendez Roleplaying Club
proudly present Castle Ravenwood, The Darkness of Daltigoth, and Stormfront, Volumes One,
Two, and Three of The Stormlord Trilogy.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
JASRYN STORM
Civilized Human White Robe, apprentice

of Palin Majere, and younger brother
of Usha Majere. An orphan whose past is
shrouded in mystery. Expert at putting on
cursed boots found in a vampires treasure
vault without identifying them first.
SIR MARKHAM SWORDHAWK
Human Knight of Solamnia, known for

humorous slips of the tongue. (Im setting
brick paste through the forest.)
GARNET IRONDELVE
Blacksmith, Dwarven Warrior, and

wisecrack artist.
SHYLA POUCHFINDER
Kender from Solace, talented at finding

cursed magical artifacts and lairs of
very hungry red dragons
DORIAN BARRETT
Half-elven Rangerlord, leader of our

intrepid band of adventurers
TIMBERWOLF
Human shaman/ranger whos lucky his god

isnt ticked off at him for leading us right
into an enemy patrol
GNEBBICH BUMFUZZLE
Gnome tinkerer/inventor, known for

blowing a gaping hole in our wooden sailing
vessel with his steam-powered torpedo.
MERCIDITH OPHIRWIND
Imperial Princess of Ergoth, and

Priestess of Mishakal, goddess of healing
LUNDAR ECLIPSE
Dark Elven Black Robe Wizard,

Outcast from Silvanesti Forest.
The Mysterious Stranger.
SUNDER
(IAIN LOCKHART)
Dragon-spawn assassin who has retained

his former memories and personality.
SIR DALLYN FORESTRUNNER
Elven Knight of Solamnia,

Pegasus Rider, and the only elf in the
Knighthoods history (Also, my other
character.)

Lawrence J. Cohen
22 Alexandria Drive
Manalapan, NJ 07726
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2006 Lawrence Jeffrey Cohen

First Publication Rights
Approximately 114,000 Words
THE DARKNESS OF DALTIGOTH

A FANTASY NOVEL
By
Lawrence J. Cohen
CHAPTER ONE
O, NO, NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! GET THAT THING OFF MY
SHIP! JIB DROMOND, CAPTAIN OF THE SILVER SWAN BELLOWED.

The large North-Ergothian seaman was dressed in an open V-neck turquoise tunic, tan
breeches, and dark brown, soft leather boots. Muscles bulged from underneath his shining black
skin. The captain sported a large hooped golden ring on his right ear, a golden pendant on a
chain around his neck, and a jeweled cutlass sheathed at his belt. He looked every inch the
swashbuckling sea captain Jasryn Storm had always imagined from the stories hed read as a
child in his fathers study.
The mage just climbing the gangplank was nineteen summers old, but looked even
younger, more innocent in the ways of the world. Jasryns straight black hair fell like a dark
waterfall about his thin shoulders, in contrast to his pale white skin. He was a short youth, with
graceful, quick hands and long, nimble fingers stained with black ink. Eyes the color of clear
liquid sapphires reflected the golden morning sunlight and the excitement he felt at the prospect
of sailing on a real, three-masted ship. The studious young man wore an expensive robe of white
samite, which identified him as a mage belonging to the Order of Solinari, a practitioner of white
magic. Silver and gold threads were embroidered into the silken weave at the cuffs and neckline
and spelled out protective runes that shielded the young magician from Charm spells and other
incantations; the silken cloth became hard as steel plates when the hood of the robes was pulled
up. A plain golden ring on his right ring finger and the glittering silver bracers with emblazoned
graceful gossamer script on his arms looked resplendent in the morning sunlight, all obviously
enchanted.
The sea was turquoise. A brisk, moist wind created the white wave crests mariners called
seahorses that lapped at the schooners wooden hull and tossed spray onto the deck. Gray and
white gulls cried in an azure sky as they pinwheelled above the tall ships masts. The young
White Robe Wizard paused and took a deep breath of the sea air, tangy with salt.
At the sound of commotion, Shyla Pouchfinder pushed past the human mage, and nearly
knocked the boy off the gangplank and into the foamy water. Jasryn ran up behind her, saw the
kender looking up at Captain Dromond, and expected trouble.
You sound like you know Gnebbich, Shyla was chattering, pulling on the Black
seamans pants leg. Her sandy blonde hair was flying in the wind, and she absently brushed the
curly topknot ponytail back across her shoulder.
I know gnomes, Jib told her with disdain, not even bothering to look down. All of his
attention was on Gnebbich Bumfuzzle, who was supervising as the crew used stout ropes and
pulleys to lower his latest invention into the ships hold. It was a metal cylinder, six feet long
and two feet in diameter, tapered on both ends. Attached were an elaborate system of steel rods,
flaps, wheels, gears, and pulleys, with lengths of cable connected to a gearbox and lever control
system, right where the pilots leather bucket seat was. Covering the contraption was a
lightweight cloth, as strong as canvas. Painted along the side in large, bold letters was the
legend,
GNEBBICHBUMFUZZLESAERODYNAMIC
FIXEDWINGSUSTAINEDPERPETUALFLIGHT
EXTERNALCOMBUSTIONSTEAMPOWERED
KITE,PATENTPENDING.IFFOUND,PLEASE
RETURNTOGNEBBICHBUMFUZZLE,GNOME
AEROSPACECOMMISSION,MT.NEVERMIND.
Theres no way Im letting that thing on board Jib was saying, before pointing at a
tall, thin blond man and snapping his fingers. Maran! Who told you to bring thatthat
ItsaKITE,whichwilldoubleasaPropulsionUnit/Torpedo/VegetableSteamer,whichwill
pullyourfinevesselanaverageof12knotsdependingonfuelandwindandwaterdrag,mindyouitsneverbe
entestedonaseavesselbefore the little tinkerer explained amicably. He wore a large, red
pointed hat, smudged tunic with tools hanging from his belt, equally greasy breeches, and
leatherwork boots. Gnebbich toddled up to Jib, pudgy hand held out, blue eyes twinkling
beneath two snow-white, bushy eyebrows, and with a large smile on his face.
Youre not testing that thing on my ship, Jib bristled. I dont care how much steel your
friend the mage puts out!
Undeterred, the little gnome went on with his spiel, sounding a lot like a used horse
salesman. Cooksupperforyourentriecrewatthesametime
Jib leaned over to push the gnome away, and shouted once more for his first mate.
MARAN!
The young man who ran in response to the captains summons had thick blond hair, and
looked like hed signed on at Seagaard, a port city in Nordmaar. Maran had an apologetic
expression on his face, hands held out, and palms outward. Jib, the scroll had the official seal
of the Imperial Palace in Gwynedd, with orders to load our passengers luggage and equipment
into the hold, and not to ask any questions
I dont care who saidWho? Jib countered.
The order was signed by her Imperial Highness, Princess Mercidith Opherwind
She did, did she? Jib spat, straightening to his full imposing height of six-foot-two.
Well, I dont care what miss high-and-mighty says, or what shes paying us
Um, Captain Dromond? Jasryn began, trying to get the captains attention. While Jib
was arguing with his first mate, Shyla took the opportunity to relieve him of his purse, his
dagger, a gold ring from right off his finger, and was now examining Jibs jeweled cutlass. I
really think
Jib held a single finger up in Jasryns direction, signaling that hed be with the teenaged
mage in a minute. Jib continued to ball out his hapless first mate, and the mage frowned down at
the Kender.
Shyla, give that back. Youre going to get him mad at us, Jasryn told her firmly. The
Kender flashed a mischievous grin, then expertly and silently slipped the long blade back into the
mans leather sheath.
I was just looking at it, Jasryn, Shyla told him. Then she returned to asking Jib
questions. Nobody ever lets me see anything! Tis a really nice sword. Is it magical? Jasryns
a wizard. Well, technically hes still apprenticed, and he hasnt learned how to make magic
swords yet. Palin has to teach him. Thats Jasryns master. Do you use your sword to fight
dragons? Or sea monsters? I bet you can have a nice Bar-B-Que if youd slay a sea monster
with your sword, Captain
The last several sentences were fired in quick succession at Jib, who was patently trying
to ignore her while talking to Maran and keeping an eye on Gnebbich and his contraption at the
same time. Nervously, Jasryn looked behind him to see if Dorian Barrett Starbow or Markham
Swordhawk had climbed aboard yet.
Their friends were still on the dock, a small group of adventurers from in and around the
town of Solace, trying to convince Garnet Irondelve to board the ship. The poor mountain dwarf
had known for the past week theyd have to make this leg of their journey by sea, but hed gotten
cold feet at the last minute. The fully-grown dwarf (as fully-grown as dwarves got) stood firmly,
booted feet anchored to the dock, knees turned to rubber, brown eyes wide as saucers. He told a
story hed once heard, about a terrifying voyage the famous Heroes of the Lance had taken on
the Blood Sea of Istar. They had been attacked by a sea serpent, which had wrecked their
wooden vessel and left them to drown. Raistlin Majere, Palins uncle, had cast a spell and
disappeared in a puff of colored smoke, leaving the rest of the party stranded on the fast-sinking
ship. The next time they saw him, Raistlin was wearing the black robes of an evil wizard, the
same color Lundarquarius Eclipse now wore.
...and I asked Palin Majere and he said it was all true, not that I had any reason ta
doubt....
Jasryn shook his head and returned his attention to Jib and Shyla. The tall sea captain
tried to push away the small kender with one hand, pointed at the gnome with the other, and
shouted at the top of his lungs. I dont care what that princess said! Im the captain of this ship,
and I sayLaddie, would you please take care of your little sister? Im trying to settle
something here
Um, thats what Ive been trying to tell you, sir, Jasryn began to explain in a nervous
tone of voice. He was going to have to take care of this himself. He didnt know what hed tell
Dorian and the others if they managed to lose their ride (not that Garnet would mind all that
much, but everyone else would.) Jasryn hadnt yet mastered a teleport spell for one, much less
the far more advanced mass transport spell for all nine of them. The black robed wizard Lundar
Eclipse could probably manage it, but he had stated good reasons not to. The dragon-spawn
assassin, Sunder, had already opened a Dragongate that had transported them all here, to the
beautiful port city of Caergoth in Abanasinia. Sunder said this was as close to Frosts realm as
he dared take them. Gelliduscalled Frostalso called Blizzard, and the Great White
Hurricane, last of the dragon tyrants, still reigned over the island of Southern Ergoth, their
ultimate destination. If a Dragongate opened up on that island, Frost would sense it
immediately; hed know they were there. At that point, the adventurers could count their lives in
minutes. Dorian had immediately settled on taking a ship bound for Daltigoth, and nobody
questioned the wisdom of this decision.
The teenaged wizard cleared his throat. Shylas not exactly my little sister
Boy, I dont care, just please the words caught in Jibs throat as he finally looked
down at Shyla. What hed thought was a small human child was a kender. The experienced
seaman, whod faced everything from pirates and Nerakan sea patrols to raging storms and sea
dragons, suddenly had a look of utter horror on his face. Brown eyes bulging, mouth open and
sputtering, Jib backpedaled quickly, a low animalistic scream emanating from deep within his
throat.
A kender! A kender and a gnome! Jib stammered, eyes growing ever wider, and pat
himself down, checking for missing items. My pouch! My jeweled dagger from Palanthas!
My gold ring! MARAAAAAAN...!
I get that reaction a lot, Shyla told him, one hand holding out his pouch, the other his
dagger. You got something against kender? You dropped these, by the way. Back there on the
poopdeck. Youre lucky you have me around to find them for you. I find lots of stuff people
drop
OFF! Jib shouted, pointing at Shyla like she was a demon from the Abyss itself. The
captain accentuated each word. Get. Off. My. Ship!
Jasryn Storm put a protective hand on Shylas shoulder and glared at Jib. He grew up
with the kender in the small town of Solace. Both of them were refugees. As children, Jasryn
Storm and the Swordhawk brothers had escaped the Nerakan stronghold called Castle
Ravenwood on a pair of unicorns. Shyla was from Kendermore, which had been burned to the
ground by a rampaging red wyrm called Malystryx. The plucky little kender was understandably
afraid of just one thing in this whole world: dragons.
Shyla, I think youd better give the man back his things, Jasryn told her in an even tone
of voice, while he gently squeezed her shoulder.
Thats what I was trying to do, Jase, the kender answered with a cheerful smile. She
walked boldly up to Jib, stretched on tiptoe, and held out the brown leather pouch and the
dagger.
The captain snatched them back quickly, and then glared down at Shyla with a baleful
eye. Jib quickly opened the pouch and counted his steel pieces. It was all there, but hed
forgotten about his ring. He didnt even pay any more attention to Gnebbich and his flying
machine.
Captain, Shyla and Gnebbich are two of your passengers, for which youd accepted
payment in advance, Jasryn quickly explained. He was worried Captain Dromond would ask
for more. The mage stepped forward, as a brisk wind fluttered his white samite robes. Golden
morning sunlight reflected brilliantly off the silk cloth, making the boy stand out. Jib turned to
him, a frown on his face and a snarl on his lips. The sea captain looked the young wizard up and
down, from shoulder-length night-black hair to soft leather traveling boots, and considered the
White Robe more of an annoyance than a threat.
Boy, I dont like trouble. I got no use for kender, gnomes, magic-users, or small
children. The only reason I even agreed to this was because theres an Ergothian princess
involved, and were headed to Southern Ergoth anyway. We got a shipment of supplies they
desperately need, and will pay good steel coins for, Jib Dromond told him. He looked
imposingly down at the boy from his full height. Jasryn was only five-foot-six and slight of
build, but wasnt the least bit intimidated. After all, what was an irate sea captain after facing an
overgrown red dragon, a score of Dark Knights, scores of armed orcs, and vampires in combat?
Not to mention trying to control a snarling dragon-spawn assassin and a dark-souled Black Robe
elf that circumstances had made part of their quest?
The staff...be calm and remember the staff, Jasryn told himself, as the deck boards softly
creaked under his weight. A powerful, ancient arcane artifact was the whole point of this quest.
The legendary elemental Staff of Air Control, Arion, had been lost for centuries. The small
group of friends had only just recently located it, thanks to a crumbling old map owned by the
aforementioned gnome tinkerer.
Captain, you made a bargain in good faith to take our party safely to Southern Ergoth,
Jasryn countered coolly. He folded his hands in the opposite sleeves of his voluminous robes,
and met Jib glare for glare. The boy couldve easily cast a Charm spell, but White Robe wizards
didnt do that unless it was absolutely necessary. Jasryn also didnt want to unduly frighten this
man or his crew, which is why he kept his little pseudodragon hidden, and Sunder concealed
with an illusionary magic cloak Lundar Eclipse had kept handy. Instead, he relied on the
diplomatic skills hed learned growing up as Baron Von Bladmeres adopted son and heir.
Jasryn had learned how to play the lord from his father, and also intimidation from his former
teacher, the evil mage Danvil Felcraft. The Orders of High Sorcery were the most feared of any
institution in Ansalon; just wearing the colored robes brought fear to all who saw the powerful
mages. Even a youthful apprentice in the arcane could use that reputation to drive dread into the
hearts of his enemies.
We couldnt help but notice that you fly the colors of Ergoth from your mast, which is
precisely the reason her Imperial Highness chose your fine vessel in the first place. The
Princess party is relatively small, just nine of us, including a lone Knight of Solamnia and two
rangers, as well as our luggage and horses. To transport us all to Southern Ergoth, I myself paid
you one hundred steel pieces, when the going rate for such a journey is normally only sixty
Taint nobody goes near that island anymore, boy, Jib told him evenly. Not less they
got themselves a death wish, even if they are experienced seamen like us. Had I known there
were kender and gnomes involved
One kender and one gnome are hardly a threat
Pafaw! Some magician! Jim sneered. You obviously dont know the little monsters!
That kenderll rob us of our sails and rigging and the dang-blasted rudder before shes through,
while the gnomes contraption will probably blow up halfway across the Bay of Darkness!
Is there a problem? a gentle but firm voice inquired, his tone brooking no argument.
Both of them turned as Dorian Barrett Starbow and Sir Markham Swordhawk stepped aboard the
vessel. Gulls cried high overhead as sunlight reflected off the Solamnic Knights silver plated
armor. Markham held his dragon helm under his left arm as the breeze caught the white plume
and his flowing, royal blue cloak. Next to him the Rangerlord, dressed in forest green hunting
leathers, met the sea captains gaze evenly. This rough and ready half-elf was used to warding
the woods from poachers, and had commanded men in battle. An apprentice mage was one
thing. But in these two men, Jib immediately knew hed met his match.
Darn right theres a problem, Jib began with a bit of bravado, but with a more
respectful tone than hed used on the boy. He had no desire to have the Solamnics look too
closely at his past record, and discover that the Knights of Neraka wanted Captain Jib Dromond
for piracy. Course, that was all the way in the northern part of the continent of Ansalon, and he
doubted the Dark Knights had complained to the Imperial Crown or to the Solamnic Knighthood
about Jib and his crew, but he wasnt about to take any chances. Still, Jib had to make a good
show of it, especially as hed been screaming his head off. And, by all the gods, he was the
captain of the Swan!
Nobody mentioned nothing bout no kender or gnomes
You have my word as a knight there will be no problem from either of them, Sir
Markham assured the captain, with a meaningful glance down at Shyla.
Thered better not be, Jib told him sternly. My cousin Kendal once made the mistake
of taking a gnome aboard. Folks never heard o him or his ship again.
We dont expect any trouble, the knight replied. He deliberately neglected to mention
the big ifif Frost didnt learn they were coming. However, Swordhawk saw no need to
mention that little detail, as the white dragon could just as easily sink any ship his frozen heart
desired.
Jib put a hand on his hip, and glanced over at the half-elf ranger. He claimed to be a
Rangerlord, implying nobility. It was a strange group to be the protectors of an Ergothian
princess: a lone Knight of Solamnia, with no squire, and no men at arms; an apprentice mage,
though obviously high-born from the quality of his robes; a gnome, and a kender. Ergoth had its
own knighthood. Why was an imperial princess depending on Solamnia to defend her?
What were your names again?
I am Sir Markham Swordhawk, Knight of the Crown, the young man answered, and
regarded at his friends. This is the Rangerlord Dorian Barrett of Palanthas
Palanthas? Jib thought with alarm. Gods above and below, please dont let him
recognize me
and the mage is Jasryn Storm, apprentice to the famous magician Palin Majere, who
just happens to be Head of the Order of White Robes. Ah, here comes her Imperial Highness,
Princess Mercidith of Ergoth.
Captain Dromond looked closely at the finely dressed lady just now coming up the
gangplank. She certainly carried herself like royalty. In her retinue was another ranger, who
was obviously a shaman by his dress. Behind the shaman was a rather ill-looking mountain
dwarf, a black robed magician with his hood pulled up, and a tall, mysterious figure draped from
head to toe in a black woolen cloak.
Probably a swordsman. Could even be an Ergothian Knight. If so, why is he cloaked
like that?
Your Imperial Highness, Jib said formally. He bowed low, doffed his hat with a
flourish, and made a great show of trying to impress her. Captain Jib Dromond, owner and
master of the Silver Swan, at your service.
Mercidith nodded her head and graced him with a smile. Jib went on.
My lady, this ship is at your disposal. The Swan is a three-masted schooner, fastest on
the open seas. My crew has sailed these waters many times. Well see you safely to your
destination.
Jibs complete change in attitude was so odd, Jasryn shot a glance at Lundar Eclipse, the
Black Robe Wizard sent by Dalamar that Master Palin had insisted they take with them.
Jasryn frowned darkly.
Lundars Charmed him! Why that unscrupulous
We thank you, Captain, Mercidith replied genially. Thats all we can ask.
Ive vacated my personal cabin for your Highness, Jib went on. Theyre the best
accommodations on board. The rest of your party was assigned the officers quarters, right next
door. I and my officers will berth with the men.
Both Dorian and Markham exchanged a look, realizing magic must be involved, and
then glanced at Jasryn. They quickly dismissed that idea; it wasnt the guileless boy. Then, their
eyes settled on the dark elf, Lundar Eclipse. As always, the Black Robes eyes hid his secret
thoughts.
That will be acceptable, Captain Dromond, the princess replied graciously, with a royal
nod of her head.
Call me Jib, the captain replied, then turned and snapped his fingers in the first mates
direction. Maran, what are you waiting for? Get the rest of our passengers gear aboard and
stowed below deck! Move it! Theyve horses to be brought aboard, too!
Right away, skipper, the first mate replied with a knowing smile and a shake of his
head. He knew this act well. If there was one thing that could turn Jibs head, it was a pretty
face and a shapely body. Magical artifacts also did the trick. Jibs own cutlass was enchanted,
razor sharp, and could strike its target practically by itself three times out of five. It had been a
gift from the captain of a passenger ship theyd boarded some four years ago, and its former
owner had claimed the blade had been in his family from a time before the Cataclysm.
The princess and her retinue were all dressed in noble finery, even the two mages.
Doubtless, the swordsmen all had enchanted blades, and the two mages certainly had magicked
dirks or stilettos up their sleeves. They would check later, while their passengers were all
blissfully asleep.

CHAPTER TWO
orestrunner, the Solamnic lord bit off, and the young knight who stood before
his dark oakwood desk snapped smartly to attention. His boots clicked on the resplendent, white
marble tile floor.
Dallyn stared straight ahead, body rigid, as firelight from the nearby hearth reflected off
his shining steel armor and white furred cloak, and painted both in shades of orange and gold.
The white cloak marked him as one of the Knighthoods elite, a Pegasus Rider.
Blond hair fell about Dallyns shoulders, framed a thin face, and hid elegantly pointed
ears. With such a thin frame, and standing barely four-foot-eight inches tall, there was little else
an elf could be in the Order, and still wear the armor of a Solamnic Knight.
Sir Dallyn Forestrunner was the only elf in the modern-day Knighthood; indeed, in its
entire history. The son of dark elves, his family had been exiled from Silvanesti Forest for the
horrible crime of remaining loyal to their rightful monarchs, their Royal Majesties Porthios
Solostarin and Alhana Starbreeze. Dallyns mother had passed away of a broken heart when he
was six, and his father died by his own hand a dozen years later. His fathers longsword, Elis
Glory, had been in their family for generations. It had been forged when King Silvannos built
the Tower of the Stars, before their family had left the original Silvyn Forest for Qualinesti. The
ancient elvish blade had been blessed by the clerics of Eli, whom the humans called Paladine;
back when a blessing still meant something.
What was the son of exiles from House Protector to do in the world of Outlanders? Stay
at home, become a farmer? Or perhaps become a mercenary, sell his blessed sword to the
highest bidder?
For Dallyn Forestrunner, there was only one logical choice. He joined the Solamnic
Knighthood, the human counterpart to His Majestys Royal Guard.
Mounted on the wall behind the massive walnut desk was a shield that bore the Coat of
Arms of the Order of the Rose, a Kingfisher rampant with a greatsword and blooming rose in its
talons. Directly below this was hung a shining, silver Dragonlance. Twenty some-odd feet in
length, it was designed to be used on dragonback in aerial combat against the chromatic dragons
of evil. Its shining, barbed head, wrought of gleaming mythril silver, shone with a mixture of
reflected orange firelight and its own inner flame. The Dragonlance had belonged to Sir Derrick
Crownguard, the Commanders father, when the Golden General, her Highness Laurana of
Qualinost, led the human Solamnics into battle against Takhisis during the War of the Lance.
When Lord Sebastian had first been given command of the Solamnic Knights then-new
Pegasus Corps, hed had no idea how to train the wild winged stallions to carry an armed and
armored knight into aerial combat. Then Sebastian laid eyes on the elven boy, and had recalled
the elves legendary rapport with griffins. Sebastian quickly took Dallyn under his wing and
made him Head Trainer and Stable Master. At first, the young elf hadnt a clue of how to train
the winged stallions and mares either. Dallyn soon discovered to his pleasure that he really did
have a natural affinity for pegasi, who responded to his singing as he brushed them out.
In the beginning, all the Pegasus Riders could do was obtain intelligence by aerial
reconnaissance and carry messages to distant outposts. Today, the Pegasus Corps also gave
support to the Knighthoods dragon wings and ground troops, Dallyn having trained their best
archers how to shoot arrows and crossbows accurately while in flight.
Aye, my lord? Dallyn replied.
Lord Sebastians long mustaches fluttered and his gray eyes sparkled as he looked up
from his work and regarded the boy. At ease, Captain. This scroll just arrived from the Great
Library in Palanthas. I need you to take it to Daltigoth, in Southern Ergoth. Put it directly into
the hands of Sir Markham Swordhawk.
Dallyn took the gleaming white scrollcase. It was dyed leather, fitted with silver and
sealed with both wax and a small silver padlock. He stared at the package for a moment, elvish
amethyst eyes gleaming. My lord, is this what I think it is?
No, Forestrunner. Tis a recipe for chicken soup. Southern Ergoth gets cold these
days, Sebastian told him, deadpan.
Dallyns eyebrows shot up. Chicken soup...?
Sebastian sighed and threw down his writing quill in frustration. After all these years of
growing up and working with humans, the Solamnic Commander still couldnt be certain if the
elfin knight was kidding him, or if the boy really didnt understand the concept of human humor.
Stop being so damn literal! Tis the blueprints for the old Tower of Sorcery in Daltigoth
the mages destroyed centuries ago. Included is the layout of the underground burial vaults,
which still exist. Swordhawk and his companions are going to need that information, posthaste.
Dallyn looked down as Sebastians eyes returned to the work on his desk. The elf longed
to ask, but didnt. Hed flown messages like this for years, even flown into combat, but so far,
hed never had a crack at a ground assault, of using his fathers blessed sword in battle. Trying
hard to hide his disappointment, Dallyn snapped to attention, saluted by slapping his right fist to
his shining silver breastplate, and turned smartly on one heel.
He hadnt gone three steps toward the massive oak door when the knight commander
stopped him.
Forestrunner
Dallyn turned, scrollcase in hand. Yes, my lord?
You have my permission to aid Knight Swordhawks party in their mission, should they
request it.
Dallyns features suddenly resembled the golden sun coming out after a week of irongray clouds and rainstorms. His smile was the trademark of the elves, back before the dragon
Beryllinthranox occupied their Kingdom of Qualinesti, before the elves had drowned Qualinost
to slay that terrible green wyrm.
Thank you, my lord!

Dallyn ran for the door like a schoolboy let out for recess, his white cloak billowing
behind him.
Okay, howd you do it? Dorian asked as he and Markham entered the small cabin that
had been assigned to them.
Jasryn was sitting at a small table, reading from his leather-bound spellbook. Light
streamed in through the porthole, and illuminated the small cabin. The stub of a melted candle,
its tallow having long-since run over and hardened on a brass candlestick, lay on the wooden
tabletop next to a goose quill and a closed, small glass bottle containing navy blue ink. Charts
occupied the holes intended for them on the wooden wall above the desk. Bunks occupied
opposite bulkheads, with mattresses of straw for them to lie on. Rag-filled sacks served as
pillows. At the foot of each berth was a medium-sized chest for their personal clothing and gear.
An empty wooden bucket lay on the floor by one of the berths, intended for use by Garnet. The
buckets usual use was for the four men to relieve themselves at night, but Jasryn had planned
ahead. The dwarf had threatened to get seasick on this voyage, and doubtless hed meant it.
Dwarves were stubborn that way.
Howd I do what? the young mage asked innocently, in a nonchalant tone of voice.
Dorian pointed to the small pseudodragon, Jasryns familiar, curled up on one of the
upper bunks. The beasts fine reddish-brown scales glistened in the sunlight pouring through a
porthole as he raised his small head and regarded them with liquid ruby eyes.
Fafnirs usually curled up on your shoulders. Howd you sneak him aboard, anyway?
Jasryn smiled his patented secret grin. I have my ways.
Dorian stared for a moment, rubbed his Van Dyke beard, and went over to his bunk. He
pulled off his heavy leather gloves and tossed them onto the lower bunk. Fine. Dont tell me.
The dragon turns invisible, Dorian, Markham answered, taking off his impressive
dragon helm with the large, pointed horns.
Quite, Jasryn added, turning a page of his spellbook. Fafnir has the ability to
disappear, blend in with his surroundings even better than my enchanted elven cloak. Youve
got one, Dorian. From your grandfather, you said.
The half-elf nodded and felt the fine wool cloth between his fingers. It was obvious the
boy had seen through that lie; the half-elf was long-lived enough for the cloak to have been given
directly to himself. It was a birthday present from a long time ago, when we lived at Fathers
estates in Palanthas. You finished warding the cabins, yet?
Seeing he wasnt going to be able to finish memorizing the Spell of Clairvoyance in
peace, Jasryn placed a leather bookmark to hold his place, shut the small tome of magic, and
gave the ranger his full attention. Cant do it till later.
Why not?
Because only a mage can get past a magically-sealed door. The rest of you will be
locked into or out of our cabins if Lundar and I did that now. Im a wizard, not a doorman.
Great, Dorian said in reply. He turned to Markham. Looks like were going to have
to do this the old fashioned way. You want first watch?
Markham nodded. Neither of them trusted this crew. There was something intangible
they couldnt put their finger on, but both of them had a bad feeling since they first chartered the
ship, and of their captain in particular. Ill stand guard outside her Highness quarters, Dorian.
I can see all our cabins from that position.
Dorian? Jasryn asked. Both men turned to look at the mage. If you want, I can ward
that chest instead of the entire room.
Whats the point of that, Jasryn? Weve all traveled light. Each of us has a change of
clothes and some food, besides our weapons. And, youve got most of our money in your magic
bag.
That was a reference to Jasryns enchanted bag of holding, a handy souvenir taken from
the treasure vault of the vampire lord, Nefariant, in Neraka. The bag could hold a couple
hundred pounds of their gear, so it was a natural choice.
And do you think for one second these sailors wouldnt take your enchanted rapier? Or
your longbow and arrows? the young wizard countered.
The half-elf thought about that for a moment. The rapier was quite valuable, even if it
werent obviously magical. The yew bow and leather quiver of arrows Dorian had made
himself. They were quite ordinary, but he could see that they might be valuable enough for
someone to steal. Their clothes were all brand new, recently acquired from Jasryns castle in
Neraka. Then, there was his elven cloak. The Rangerlord had once been offered 2,000 steel
pieces for it. He quickly nodded in agreement.
Point taken. Seal the chest with magic. Tonight, however, I want you and Lundar to
seal our cabins anyway. The two of you can open the doors for us in the morning. At worst, we
can always batter them down. Ill feel a lot safer.
Jasryn nodded. Ill take care of it after dinner
The aforementioned door burst open, and slammed into the wooden bulkhead. Garnet
Irondelve stumbled into the room. His face was most decidedly tinged green, and his eyes
bulged out of his head. The dwarf spotted the wooden bucket, and ran straight to it to regurgitate
his breakfast.
Garn! Markham cried, an expression of disgust on his face. We havent even taken to
sea, yet!
The dwarf waited for his stomach to empty before he attempted to answer. This blasted
boat...tis still swaying! Cant ye feel it, lad?
Elis memory! Dorian cried. He crossed to the cupboard above a small basin,
unlatched it, and removed a tin cup hed found. Jasryn, do you happen to have any ginger
among your spell components?
The young mage smiled. Tis not a spell component. Laura sometimes uses spices
when she cooks at the inn. Youre lucky she asked me to pick some spices up at the marketplace
just before we left.
Can I have it, please?
One moment, Jasryn sighed. He took out a navy-blue velvet bag from under his robes,
and opened it. From this deceptively small enchanted bag, the young mage removed the
somewhat larger deerskin satchel hed owned for years. He undid the leather binding, rummaged
about a bit, and finally removed a small glass vial filled with powdered yellow spice. Here you
are.
Thanks, the ranger replied. He filled a tin cup with cool spring water from a wooden
barrel in the corner. To this he added some Jasryns spice and the contents of a small pouch he
took from a hidden pocket in his leather jerkin. The water began to bubble. He took the mixture
over to the dwarf and offered it to him.
Drink this, youll feel better.
Garnet eyed the bubbling potion suspiciously, but for once, he was too ill to argue. The
dwarf took the cup and swallowed it in one pull. Not bad! What is it?
Ginger root and some carbonation powder. Itll settle your stomach.
Markham smiled at him across the room. I thought Mercidith was the healer.
Mercis a cleric, but I have some small skill with herbs. I can also bind wounds. You
cant live in the woods and not pick up certain knowledge.
Do tell, Garn grumbled. Thank ye, lad.
Your welcome, Master Irondelve. Have you seen Lundar?
I think hes in his cabin. Said something about the sea air not agreeing with him. For
once, that black-robed wizard and I are in full agreement.
Tis not the sea, but the sun, Jasryn muttered.
What did you say? Markham asked.
I said, tis not the sea. Lundars sensitive to bright light. Hadnt you noticed how he
hides from the sun?
Everyone paused for a moment and stared at Jasryn. Aye, he always covers himself
with that black hood. I thought it was because he was a senior-level wizard.
Jasryn smiled. Dont be so nave, Mark. Palin and I only wear our hoods if tis cold
out, of if we have a good reason to, such as battle. All of the Orders robes have a Mage Armor
dweomer woven into the cloth; it activates when the hood is pulled up.
Why would an elven wizard be sensitive to sunlight? Dorian mused aloud.
I dont know, Jasryn explained slowly, thinking. But thats not the only thing strange
about him. He had full dark vision, like a dwarf.
Thats not unusual. All elves can see in the dimness of the forest, Dorian answered. I
inherited that ability from my mother.
No, Dorian. Lundars not like you, or any elf, Jasryn insisted. Elves have whats
called nightvision, also called low-light vision, or ultravision. You can see into the ultraviolet
portion of the spectrum, so the slightest luminance of the moons or the stars grant you the same
visibility we humans enjoy at twilight. Lundar has infrared vision. He can see in total darkness,
like some dwarf clans.
Dorian absorbed this information for a moment, and then asked, Are you sure about
this?
Reasonably sure. Fafnir picked up on it back at the castle, and mentally told me. Id
been working on something when Lundar simply appeared in my bedchamber. I quickly snuffed
out the candle on my desk to hide what I was doing, but then Lundar started reading in the neartotal darkness. I summoned eldritch light with a simple cantrip, and nearly blinded him with it. I
also noticed how red his skin got just from a small globe of magical light, like hed been out in
the summer sun and got burned.
Tis true, Dorian. I was there that night, Garnet confirmed. That black-robed wizard
could read in the dark.
Markham shuddered, flexing his fingers. Remember what he did to my longsword in

the dining hall? Hes no elf.
The Rangerlord chewed on that for a moment. No, hes an elf, all right. But what kind
of elf, Im not certain. Hes not from Qualinesti or Silvanesti. Could be from another part of
Krynn altogether.
Mayhap, Jasryn said, leaning back. Tis just....
What? Markham asked. Jasryn, none of us trust that evil mage, in spite of what Palin
Majere asked of us.
Agreed, Garnet said with a thick accent. Jasryn, is there something more?
The boy slowly nodded. When he heated the metal of your sword, I didnt see him use
any hand gestures at all. And later, he overrode the magical lock Id placed on my door with a
single word. The spell of opening, called Knock, requires three words.
Interesting. Could it be because hes a black wizard? Dorian asked.
Jasryn licked his lips. I suppose tis possible. Some spells are the same, no matter
which Order of magic a wizards from. Or, it could be that Lundar has a different incantation
Im just not familiar with. Ive heard some mages learn knacks for casting spells to greater
effect. I myself was taught combat casting by Palin. It enables me to continue concentrating on
my magic while attacked or distracted.
Dorian rubbed his chin. All right, keep your eye on him, Jasryn. Let me know if he
does anything else thats unusual. Mark, I want you to help me keep an eye on the assassin.
The Knight of Solamnia stared at him. Dorian had already told him about the incident
with Sunder in the red dragon Fenalystens lair, and how the ranger had gotten the impression
that he couldve been killed at any time. Did he threaten you again?
No, but I really dont trust that dark elf, Dorian replied. Just keep an eye on him.
It isnt just the seamen you want me to lock our doors against, is it? Jasryn asked
grimly.
The half-elf nodded. I want you to magically seal Mercis cabin right after dinner
tonight, then ours. We dont need either Sunder or Lundar Eclipse killing us in our sleep.
Garnet mumbled something. Dorian looked up at him.
What did you say?
I said, that evil mage can just appear in our cabin anytime he wants to.
At this revelation, Dorian suddenly looked at Jasryn. That true?
He comes and goes as silently as a shadow, the boy replied. No magic words, no
smoke, no flash of light, no nothing. Ive seen Black Robes teleport before, Dorian. Theres
always smoke, and the charred smell of brimstone.
I dont suppose you can ward our room against it?
The young mage shook his head. Im still an apprentice.
Okay. Jase, do what you can. Forget about tonight. I want this cabin sealed right now.
Im going back up top to supervise the loading of our horses. Markham, as soon as youre
settled, please look in on the princess and Shyla. I dont want them left alone for a minute.
Right. Wheres Timberwolf?
On deck. Hes asking Kiri-Joliths blessing for our voyage.
Good, Garnet said, sitting on his berth and holding his stomach and moaning. Were
going to need divine intervention on this trip. Ohhhhhh.
The Rangerlord smiled, opened the cabin door, and led Markham out. Jasryn rose from
his chair and got to work.
CHAPTER THREE
ean Ganoke Blackgaard hated Southern Ergoth. The Dark Knight captain hated
the unending snowfall that was only interrupted by blizzards of gale force intensity. He hated
the endless sheets of white, which stretched as far as the horizon. He hated having to break a
crust of ice whenever he wanted to pour himself a mug of ale or even a glass of water. He hated
the wild elf Kaganesti slaves that ran to put more firewood on the hearth so they wouldnt all
freeze to death. He hated the Thanoi walrus men that the local Nerakan commandant used as
foot soldiers. He hated the ice dragons that relished this horrible weather, and Frost, the great
white wyrm Overlord in particular who had magically altered the natural climate of this island in
the first place.
Worst of all, Blackgaard hated Danvil Felcraft for bringing all of them to this gods
forsaken corner of Ansalon.
The thrice-cursed Thorn Knight magic-user was insane. That much was clear. Felcraft
had been certain the map would lead them to some kind of magical artifact in the tomb of some
long-dead wizard. There was only one, teensy-weensy little problem with his plan.
Felcraft couldnt read the map! The instructions for locating the tombs exact location
and getting past all the bloody booby traps were written in moonrunes, letters that could only be
read by a goody-goody white-robed mage during certain phases of the Silver Moon, Solinari. It
had taken Felcraft five weeks to figure that out, and then hed pulled his hair out by the roots
when he realized that theyd had a White Robe Wizard right in their clutches: the new Baron
Von Bladmere, Jasryn Storm. Felcraft, in his brilliance, had cast a transport spell that whisked
the boy and his friends back to Neraka, in Taman Busuk, hundreds of miles in the wrong
direction. That had been over six weeks ago. When Felcraft sent word on the wings of magic to
have the young baron transported back to them in Southern Ergoth, the reply came back that
Jasryn wasnt there anymore. Not really that surprising at all, considering how their luck was
running.
Baron Jasryn and his party had completely disappeared. There was a story that some sort
of skirmish occurred in the castles ballroom that involved the vampire Nefariant. Sunder, the
hulking dragon-spawn assassin, did his duty and magically transported their young lord to safety.
Where the boy was now was anybodys guess.
Six weeks, Blackgaard swore, as a gust of bitterly cold wind tore at his thick wool
cloak. The snow was three feet deep, and the Kaganesti elves had just shoveled this path less
than three hours ago. If Felcraft doesnt find the entrance to that tomb soon, Im going to kill
him. If we dont all freeze to death, first!
Two knights that stood guard outside Danvil Felcrafts quarters saluted their captain and
stood aside as he reached for the latch. Of course, it was frozen solid like everything else on this
blasted island. In a fit of rage, Blackgaard kicked the door. The solid oaken door held, but the
latch at least budged. A little. The Death Lily knight commander kicked it again.
Abruptly, the latch clicked. The door opened of its own accord.
Magic. The blasted wizard had sealed his front door with magic!
Im going to kill him. Slowly. As soon as my fingers thaw out.
The structure, like every building in this whole abandoned town the dark paladins had
occupied since arriving here, had been built by the elves when theyd been exiled from their
forest kingdoms during the last dragon war. Sixty years old, yet the walls were still sturdy
against the howling wind outside. Give the elves their due, they know how to build. These
treehouses have long since petrified in the cold, but at least theyre still standing.
The room was warm. Whether from the flames crackling in the rooms fireplace, or from
more of Felcrafts magic, it didnt matter. The foreign feeling of heat seeping through his armor
and into his flesh and bones was welcome. The gods awful stench, however, wasnt.
The dead bodies of Kaganesti elves lay everywhere, their blood and vital organs
harvested for whatever foul incantations the gray-robed wizard needed as components to power
his spells. Blackgaard shook the snow from his shoulders and his black cloak, and then removed
his great death's-skull helm. His face finally started to feel some sensation as his skin warmed.
Gutt nocht, Captain, came a dead voice from the other side of the room. Felcraft was
taking his supper, a steak with a bottle of Kaganesti wine. The knife and fork clacked on the
porcelain plate as he ate. I assume you have something of interest to report.
Blackgaard stood there, sputtering. He strode right up to the table Felcraft was seated at,
grabbed one edge, and upended the whole affair. Plate, goblet, wine, candles, and the spellbook
Felcraft had been reading all went flying. The mage sat there, still holding his knife and fork,
napkin tucked in at his chin, staring up at the knight with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
Blackgaard tossed his helmet down to the floor, and it skittered across the room.
I do not report to you, Felcraft! Blackgaard insisted. I take my orders from my baron,
and after that, from the High Council of our Order. Have you found the tomb yet?
Felcraft continued to sit there with that stupid expression on his face. I cant believe
you did that! Why you moronic, bumbling buffoon of a
Thats it, Blackgaard cried, and drew his sword. The greatsword, Vehement, made a
satisfying shing as it came free of its sheath on his back. He held the sharp point up to Felcrafts
throat. A trickle of blood flowed where the blade met yielding flesh. Last chance. Give me a
wrong answer. Give me just one excuse.
Captain, we need to find that
Do you know where the tomb is or dont you?
Im searching for it! Felcraft shouted. Ive been searching for it for over a month and
a half!
I know. I have twenty knights and their men-at-arms suffering in this cold, and an irate
red dragon thats been using his powers to heat rocks for enough warmth to stay alive in this
climate! All of us are on this wild goose chase because of you! Can you decipher the map or
cant you?
Ive already told you, Captain, we need Jasryn to
Aye, we do need his Lordship, but what we dont need is you!
Blackgaard gave a push, and shoved the point of his sword into and through Felcrafts
neck. Blood gushed in a great red spout, the mages eyes bulged, and he grabbed his ruined
throat. The Death Lily Knight lifted his sword, then swung, and completely parted the mages
head from his shoulders.
By the Queen of Darkness, that felt good! Blackgaard said, backing off a step.
Im sure it did, Captain, Felcrafts voice answered him, from somewhere behind his
back. Unfortunately for you, I am unaffected.
Blackgaard spun. Felcraft stood by the fireplace, hood up, holding a large crystal goblet
filled with amber colored liquor, completely unharmed. Illusion! Felcraft had used smoke and
shadows against himagain. Most Black Robe mages couldnt cast illusion spells of this
magnitude. That was the captains own fault. Years ago, Blackgaard had slain the red-robed
illusionist, Serannon, and Felcraft had claimed the elfin mages spellbooks. As a Thorn Knight
wizard who powered his spells from all three moons, Felcraft was an outcast from the Wizards
Conclave, but he now had access to the spells of all three Orders of magic, as well as the wild
primeval magic that the Conclave despised.
Ill thank you to put up your sword, Captain. Then maybe we can sit down, share a
drink, and have a civil discussion
Blackgaard snarled like a wounded animal. He swung his sword over his head, and
prepared to throw it across the room. That would take the smug look off Felcrafts face!
The hilt suddenly and quickly grew hot in his hand. In the second before he dropped
Vehement, Blackgaard saw his blade glowing a brilliant white-orange, like it had just been newly
forged. He felt the heat clear through his thick leather gloves. The sword fell to the dirt floor
with a loud clang, bounced once, and then lay there. The knight hugged his right hand.
You dastard! You honorless dastard!

Temper, temper, Captain. You should know better than to attack one of the most
powerful mages in all of Ansalon. I doubt even Dalamar the Dark knows my full potential, and
you actually thought you could best me, even with a magical sword?
I
The mage flashed him a very arrogant smile. You were wondering why youre still
alive. The answer is quite simple, really. I still need you. You may be a blundering, musclebound blockhead, but you do know how to command men in battle. Good generals are hard to
come by. Baron Jasryn needs
Cut the lies, Felcraft! Youre planning to use the boy! To rule through him! You were
all along!
Naturally, Felcraft admitted. Jasryn Storm Von Bladmere is the baron, and I am his
master. The boy owes allegiance to me. Hell do whatever I ask. He always has.
Blackgaard scoffed. Right. Hes not a child novice any longer. Hes a white robe
wizard
Jasryn will grow up, eventually. Hell wear the black robes. Then, as he matures
further, the ash gray of the Thorn Knights. For now, the color of his Lordships robe serves our
purposes. Have your spies found him yet?
No, Blackgaard grudgingly admitted. I came here tonight to see if your magic had.
Felcraft sadly shook his head. My scrying has yielded nothing. Tis as if the boys
disappeared from the face of Krynn. Almost like someones cloaked him in shadows.
One of your rival wizards, no doubt, Blackgaard replied. He still hugged his hand,
afraid to pull the glove off and see how much damage was done. Vehement lay on the dirt floor,
still glowing a baleful orange. Ive received a report from the castle in Neraka. His Lordship
had a visitor, just prior to his disappearance. Are you familiar with a black-robed mage named
Lundarquarius Eclipse?
Felcraft stiffened.
So you do know him? Blackgaard accused.

The mage nodded slowly. Hes Dalamars apprentice. One of his most powerful
students, in fact.
So, the Black Robes are involved in this? On instructions from the Conclave, no
doubt?
Apparently. It was not completely unexpected for Eclipse to approach the boy. This is
unfortunate.
If this Black Robe grabs the staff before we can, it is, Blackgaard snapped. And if
that happens, I wont be the one giving explanations to the Lord of the Night
You wont, Felcraft intoned darkly. Eclipse forgets who truly holds power. He
forgets his place.
The Lily Knight stared at him for a moment, wondering just how much of his mind the
Gray Robe had lost during the past six weeks in this icy wasteland.
All boasts, Blackgaard said. Our spy network is limited, and what we know now, you
can bet our enemies knew weeks ago. Show me some of this power you claim to have, and find
him.
I
No excuses, Felcraft! Or the next time, Ill send Cinder after you. Not even you can
stop a rampaging dragon!
Leaving his sword for nowhe could always send his page to fetch it laterBlackgaard
turned and stalked out the door, slamming it shut behind him. He needed to see the dark clerics
about healing his injured hand.
Standing alone in his cabin, Danvil Felcraft smiled to himself.
Dont bet on it, Captain.
Nuitari preserve us. Since when does a Solamnic Knight know more about our
enchanted towers and sorcery than us? the black-robed and mysterious Lundarquarius Eclipse
replied scathingly to Sir Markhams question at dinner that night.
The center of the oak table in the captains quarters had been cleared; Skod the cabin boy
had taken their dirty dishes away to the ships galley. Held down on the corners by two empty
wine bottles, a brass candlestick and a dagger, was the topic of their conversation. A recentlymade scroll, a copy of Gnebbichs ancient map that had been stolen by the Dark Knights of
Neraka, portrayed the topography of the old Ergothian Empire, just before the Cataclysm. What
was now the modern-day Island of Southern Ergoth was highlighted. However, the exact
location of Joman Noothschoans tomb, all the instructions on how to find it and get safely past
all the magical wards and booby traps, were not on this copy. When Jasryn Storm had
duplicated the map weeks ago, he deliberately recorded those instructions on the last page of his
personal spellbook instead. That magical tome now lay on the table in front of the young mage
for reference.
Markham Swordhawk looked like he had a permanent scowl on his face. They were all
seated around the dining table in the captains quarters, enjoying a meal and planning their
strategy when that stuck-up, arrogant black wizard decided to patronize him again.
Lord Sebastian sent word to us that the original building plans to that old tower of yours
were discovered in the Great Library of Palanthas. Hes sending the blueprints to us via Pegasus
Rider, and I thought I might explain the tactical situation and the threats involved in getting to
the ruins, prior to your explanation of what lies buried in those tombs.
Lundar nodded. Please continue, then.
The Knight continued his diatribe. In the twelfth year after the Chaos War, the dragon
known as Gellidus, also called Frost and Blizzard by Men, had descended on the island and
slaughtered much of the population. Within six months, the islands climate had changed, until it
now resembles the frozen land of Icewall. Snowstorms and even blizzards are common. The
seas are rough at best, and icebergs float just off the coast. This water were in now, the only
strait leading into the Bay of Darkness, is frozen over much of the year. Now, during the months
of Mishamont and Chislmont, is the only time when the ice melts, just enough to allow supply
vessels through.
But this change is magical, Mercidith noted. Surely, Mark, vessels can only make it
through because the dragon allows it?
True, your Highness. Precious little grows on that island anymore. Much of the
population fled to Cristine. The fact that Frost even allows supply ships through indicates that he
wants human subjects, like the other Dragon Overlords had, until they were overthrown.
Slaves, you mean, Sunder countered. The assassins hatred of wyrms was well known.
Conjecture, Lundar countered. The elf bit his lower lip. No one knows for certain,
because no one survived who ever saw the dragon Gellidus up close.
What kind of window are we looking at? Dorian asked.
Getting in and out? Timberwolf asked across the table, and the half-elf nodded in his
direction. According to Captain Jib, depending on the dragons mood, and assuming our ship
makes it safely throughand we dont smash our hull on an icebergsix to eight weeks.
Not if Frost gets wind of what were up to, Markham put in. If the dragon even
suspects theres an artifact of immense power lying under the city of Daltigoth, hell be after it
himself.
Dorian nodded. Which means stealth is required.
Markham agreed. The port city of Pontigoth has mostly been left alone, and all refugees
from the outlying villages have gone there. The Knighthood has an outpost within that city,
which will supply us with horses or dogsleds, should we require it, and anything else well need
for the overland trip to Daltigoth. The main problem is that part of the city of Daltigoth is
occupied by ogres. Well have to sneak past them and make it to the tower in the unoccupied
ruins in that quarter of the city. Lundar, if youd please?
The necromancer nodded politely. Lundar Eclipse rose majestically, as silent as a
shadow, velvet black robes billowing about his thin form and rustling softly. When he spoke, it
was in that same deadly whisper. Privately, Jasryn wished hed cut it out. Things were grim
enough without raising Raistlin Majeres ghost. Palins infamous black-robed uncle had often
spoke in dangerous whispers.
The Crimson Keep was destroyed by the Towers last mistress, Iriale, a Black Robe,
when the Ergothian emperor and agents of the foul kingpriest made their way past the protective
enchantments of the Kadothan Grove and tried to invade the building. The eldritch blast
annihilated more than a quarter of the city, and killed thousands of people. Now the old empires
former capital lies in ruins, populated by ogres, goblins, and other such ilk.
The catacombs beneath the Tower of Daltigoth are a magic labyrinth, and woe unto the
soul that loses his way in the darkness. The tunnels and burial vaults are protected by powerful
enchantments and seemings, crafted of smoke and shadows. They were designed by the original
masters of the Tower, Rantulan Greytooth Orax and
Joman Noothschoan, Jasryn whispered. His comment was not meant to be overheard,
but in the hush that had fallen upon the cabin, it was practically a shout. Under the dark elfs
sudden darting glance, Jasryn shuddered. These were legends and fables they spoke of, the
whispered horrors of childhood night terrorsmonsters that lurked under the bed, or in a dark
corner of a childs room. Clothes draped over a chair in the dark of night became a crouching
goblin, or even an evil black-robed mage, displeased with his pupils progress, who perhaps
needed a youngsters blood for some incantation. Jasryns mouth went dry as he stared into
those twin dark pools the elven mage called his eyes.
Thats exactly correct, Apprentice Jasryn Storm. What do you know of Joman
Noothschoan?
The teenaged mage tried to swallow in a dry throat. Slowly, he answered. Joman the
Dark was a black magician who began his career wearing the red of Lunatari. He was an
illusionist of the greatest talent, and a contemporary of Magius. Tis recorded that the wizard
was also insane, drunk with power, and greedy for more. One day, when a Solamnic Knight
saved the wizards life, Joman actually took revenge on him, saying that he was too important to
owe another man anything. Joman crafted a gift, a cursed sword, and gave it to the knight, which
led to the latters death.
Markham stared at his childhood friend with a look of horror on his face. For a man to be
so totally evil that he actually took revenge on the knight who had saved his life was
unthinkable! Jasryn tore his gaze away and went on.
It is said that the gods punished Joman by cursing him, condemned to guard the mages
crypts beneath Rathfast Tower until the End of Days. Either his ghost, or his corpse, wanders the
catacombs by day, and seeks the blood of young magic apprentices by night, in the other Towers
of High Sorcery. Legend says that he can pass between shadows at will
That last part is a childs fairy tale, told by senior students to ten-year-olds to frighten
them, Lundar interrupted, with the air of a teacher correcting a mistake. It has no basis in fact.
A lich certainly does not drink the blood of promising young apprentices, and there is no such
spell that allows a mage to pass between shadows.
Liar, Dorian Barrett thought bitterly. Both Jasryn and Garnet told us you do it all the
time!
I was twelve when I first heard the tale, Jasryn admitted. And it was a ghost story,
told at the Academy in Solace by Evon and Tandor near the common rooms fireplace.
However, they backed up much of it with recorded history from library volumes yellowed with
age. May I continue, Lundar?
The senior magician nodded his assent.
The history tomes explicitly state that Joman still guards the tombs of his brother mages,
and goes on to say that the artifact itself feeds him power, and maintains his undead state, but
Go on, Lundar urged.
The legends state that Joman continues to exist as an undead lich, with much of his
former power intact. If thats true, then were in very deep trouble. None of the old scrolls and
tomes of magic give any clue how to overcome a wizard armed with the Staff of Air. So, if
Joman really is a lich armed with the Arion, how are we to get it?
Jasryn suspected that their clerics, Timberwolf and Mercidith, could help them out on
that score, but hed specifically asked the question of Lundar Eclipse. Let the stuck-up, allknowing black-robed wizard give the correct answer, Jasryn thought.
The dark elf smiled at him ambiguously.
You are to pry it from his very undead fingers, Lundar confirmed. Assuming you
survive long enough to meet the lich face to face.
Waitaminute, Markham interrupted, his voice rising in volume. His gloved, clenched
fist struck the tabletop, making remaining dishes rattle. You expect us to slip into a Black Robe
wizards crypt and somehow steal his staff, and you dont have the slightest clue on how to pull
this off?
Youre quick, Sunder answered for Lundar. Whats the matter, Solamnic? Scared?
Markham Swordhawk rose to his feet so quickly no one had time to stop him. You
dare...!
Mark! Dorian shouted, his eyes carrying command. Control yourself. You, Sunder,
will kindly stop baiting him. Were supposed to be working together.
I was merely stating the obvious, Sunder muttered. But I apologize, Sir Markham.
Takhisis knows, I would never insult the honor of a Knight of Solamnia.
Still glaring, not removing his gaze from the Dragon-spawn assassin, Markham slowly
sat back down.
Oh, this is going to be fun, Garnet Irondelve griped. Do ye lads think ye can try to get
along, or are ye going to do the dragons work for him?
Garn, Markham began dangerously, If that assassin
Markham Danyal Swordhawk, be still, Mercidith commanded, using her royal tone.
Master Garnets quite right. If we cant get along, we might as well walk right into Frosts lair
and surrender now.
The knights face was red; actually it was just a few shades shy of purple, but he
managed to hold his tongue. From the beginning, he didnt like having an evil mage and a
Nerakan assassin foisted off on them. Nobody did. But the fact remained that Palin had asked
them to work with Eclipse for a reason. In spite of his feigned ignorance, the drow would know
better than anyone what to expect down in the catacombs. Additionally, Lundar was more
advanced than Jasryn, who had yet to take his final Test in the Tower of Wayreth. The
advantage of having a spawn assassin in their party was obvious, if dishonorable. Doubtless,
theyd face the white dragons minions, including ice-spawn draconians. Having their own
dragon-man only made sense.
All the logical reasons for keeping the two of them in the party were there, but it still felt
wrong. Markham couldnt ignore the gooseflesh on his arm whenever he looked at them.
This is a mistake. At the first opportunity, one or both of them is going to betray us.
I couldnt agree more, Dorian put in smoothly, as if reading the thought, then quickly
added, Would you please continue, Lundar?
The dark elf had stood through all of this, silent as an obsidian statue, his cold black eyes
taking everything in. When he saw attention was once more centered on himself, Lundar
motioned with his hand, spoke a word of magic, and an image of the tower appeared in the air
above the table. It was a beautiful, squat structure, no more than 200 feet tall, whose red, black,
and white stones gleamed in the sunlight. Gargoyles guarded the four cardinal directions from
near the top of the tower. Five parapetsfour white and one blackwere tipped with a slender
needle of electrum. Magical lights ran up and down these spires, growing ever more brilliant
when the moons were full. Tall pine trees surrounded the Towerthe legendary Kadothan
Grovethe Dreamwood. Those mortals foolish enough to wander into it fell into a deep sleep.
RathfastCrimson Keep, The Tower of High Sorcery at Daltigoth, as it was five
centuries ago. It lies in an abandoned section of the city whose structures are in ruins and is
covered with fresh snow daily. A powerful illusion also hides the site from the curious, which is
probably why Felcraft cant find it. I myself visited the ruins just prior to taking my own Test at
Wayreth. Parts of the building are relatively intact, even after all this time. What remains of the
tower itself is empty, except for ghosts that wander its blasted and blackened corridors.
What of the crypts? Timberwolf asked. His distaste for the Black Magician was no
secret. You just said you were there. Can you provide us with a rough map, a sketch?
Do you think me so foolish to have actually gone down there, medicine man? Joman
the Dark was one of the deadliest wizards to ever walk Krynn, armed with an artifact of
considerable power
But youre willing to let Jasryn get it for you, is that it? Markham put in.
And us, Timberwolf added.
Jasryn Storm has been trained in the Art, particularly in the area of combat magic, by
the Head of the Order of White Robe Wizards himself. From all accounts, the boy is more than
competent
So why should Jasryn risk his neck down there for your benefit? Timberwolf pressed.
Why do I need to repeat that which is so obvious, medicine man? We need to retrieve
that staff before Felcraft does, and in case its escaped your notice, I will be with you.
Like you were with me in Felcrafts tower? Timberwolf pointedly injected. You
conveniently fell victim to a booby-trapped tome of magic, collapsed into a coma for three days,
and left me to face a steel and stone Shield Guardian all alone.
That was an unfortunate accident. I did not anticipate that Felcraft had left a Sepia
Snake Sigil in his private library, in a tower that nobody but he dares to enter. This time, I will
be better prepared to protect all of you.
Gee, I feel better already, Markham murmured. Jase, if we pull this off, dont you
dare give the staff to him.
Dont worry, I wont, the young White Magician replied.
Lundars eyes narrowed. Why you upstart little mageling...! Do you think you can
possibly master an arcane artifact from the Age of Dreams?
And what makes you think wed let you have it, Black Robe? Garnet said quickly.
I am the logical choice to wield the staff, Ive studied
Over my dead body, Markham told him, standing up. Mage or no, Ill fight you to the
death if you so much as touch it!
We all will, Timberwolf interjected. Lundar Eclipse, I may not be a mage, but my
own clerical powers are at least a match for yours
Stop this, Dorian snapped, slapping his hand face down upon the wood tabletop. This
bickering is pointless. Gentlemen, if we cant get along, please let me know right now and well
call the whole thing off. I have no intention of walking down there bickering so we all get
killed!
Quite right, Dorian, Mercidith pronounced royally. Gentlemen, I will instruct the
captain to turn this vessel about, unless you all agree to work as a team.
Not until we settle this important detail, your Highness, Lundar continued. Arion is
exceedingly powerful, and intelligent. Jasryn Storm is still an apprentice, yet to take his final
Test of High Sorcery. All know the Test he took at the age of fifteen summers was rigged, a
joke, for fear hed get himself killed. Whom do you propose is better qualified to wield the
artifact? Him or I?
Look, I have no intention of keeping it, Jasryn said, rising slowly. Master Palin sent
us on this quest, and I always assumed wed turn it over to the Conclave
You intend to turn Arion over to the Conclave, Lundar repeated dully, incredulously.
His words came out flat, staring in disbelief at this young boy.
Thats right, I do.
Then youre a bigger fool than I gave you credit for, Storm. That staff is possessed of
indescribable power
Whats this obsession with power that you have? the boy calmly asked, hands in
opposite sleeves of his white robes. Magic is supposed to be used to further knowledge, to help
people
You are hopelessly nave, boy! Very well, you may carry the staff back to Majere, if
you can. But if the staff should kill you, that leaves me to claim it.
Wait, Markham asked, pointing a finger at the dark elf. What do you mean, if the
staff kills him?
Eclipse spoke from the depths of his dark hood. That artifact is intelligent, knight.
Youve said that before, Dorian interrupted. What do you mean, intelligent?
It has its own will, Dorian Barrett, Lundar said. Then he turned to the young White
Robe. Jasryn, would you care to tell everyone what happened when you encountered the
Dragon Orb in Felcrafts armory?
The boy was silent for a moment, and then he looked down at the tabletop. His voice
dropped to a whisper. It nearly took me over. I wasnt prepared for it, the malevolence trapped
inside of the Orb.
Too right you werent, Lundar Eclipse chided, then he added, Apprentice.
Waitaminute, Markham asked. Felcraft has a Dragon Orb? The same kind of Orb
that was used by Sturm Brightblade during the War of the Lance? Why didnt you take it?
Because the Orbs are dangerous to handle, knight. An intelligent artifact can dominate
the will of a mage, if hes not careful. That nearly happened to our little apprentice, here.
I was there, Lundar, Timberwolf said, standing. The artifact you refer to radiated pure
evil.
Precisely. It was an evil entity that was trapped within the crystal ball untold centuries
ago, an ancient black dragon that Men called Midnight.
And this staff you keep referring to
Arion, Jasryn gently offered.
Arion, thank you, Timberwolf went on. The map to locate it was created by a red
robed magician, in such a way that only a White Robe can possibly read it, by light of the Silver
Moon?
Correct.
Dorian frowned in such a way that his elven features were highlighted in the candlelight.
Then isnt it reasonable to conclude that this staff were after is an artifact of goodness?
That is what one legend says, yes, Jasryn confirmed.

That hasnt been determined, Lundar corrected. The artifacts been held by a Black
Robe for over five centuries, Jasryn. It may well have been corrupted
We dont know that for certain, Jasryn countered.
We dont know anything for certain, Dorian agreed. But, for the time being, I am
more than willing to let Jasryn hold onto the staff, if he feels he can handle it.
Thats the only way this expedition will go forward, Markham insisted, slamming his
gloved fist down upon the wooden tabletop again.
Well, Lundar? Tis up to you. Either Jasryn holds the staff, or we turn around right
now, Mercidith asked of the dark elf.
Defeated, Lundar Eclipse lowered his hooded head. Agreed.
Thank you, Mercidith said, and nodded to Dorian. That settled, I think we should all
know more about this artifact. Jasryn, could you please enlighten us?
As Lundar silently took his seat once more, Jasryn addressed the table. Well, Ill tell
you what I know. The Tower of Daltigoth, seen here, was quickly emptied out over five hundred
years ago, then destroyed and abandoned by the Conclave of Wizards. The contents of its
libraries, the equipment in the laboratories, the scrolls in the records and storage facilities, and,
as far as we know, the artifacts in its armories were all packed up and moved to the Tower at
Wayreth, or destroyed in the explosion which leveled the surrounding countryside. Nothing
remains, except for those artifacts that lie entombed with the wizards that owned them in life.
Master Lundar, if you would please show us a picture of the staff?
The evil magician gestured, and a ring he wore flashed. Thats how hes casting
illusions, Jasryn realized. He has a magic ring. Probably bought it from Jenna of Palanthas. I
once saw her wear a ring like that. Indeed, Jenna of the Red Robes owned a mageware shop in
the heart of Palanthas, and this made her wealthy beyond avarice for the ten years the magic of
Krynn had dried up, when Takhisis stole the whole world after the Chaos War.
The image of the Tower of Daltigoth shifted and changed. The image of a wizards staff
now appeared and floated above the table, life-size. The image slowly began to rotate. It was
slightly over five feet long, made of ash, with five twists in the wood where a vine had grown
tightly around the young sapling tree the wood had been taken from. Crowning the artifact was a
wrought platinum dragon with glinting sapphire eyes. Set in the dragons wings and tail was a
fist-sized, amethyst crystal ball.
Thank you. Behold Arion, the Staff of Joman the Dark, Jasryn pronounced with
reverence in his voice. Also named Aphrym, Aerydon, and Tempest. One of the most powerful
artifacts from the Age of Dreams, it is a staff of weather control, and much more. Arion is one of
four wondrous staves crafted to master each of the four preternatural elementsAir, Fire, Earth,
and Wateraround the same time the crystal balls known as Dragon Orbs were made.
According to the texts, the staff will absorb any weather related magic thrown at the mage who
wields it, even lightning.
Even dragon breath? Sunder asked.
Jasryn smiled at him. Hed almost forgotten that Sunder was there. Both blue and
white-dragon breath, yes. According to the legends.
Thats convenient, should we run into Frost and his minions, Mercidith commented.
Will you be able to use the staff to shield us from the dragon?
Jasryn made a face. I dont know that yet. And before you make a comment, Lundar,
you dont know how to use the staff either. No living wizard does. Were just going to have to
learn the full powers of the staff by experimentation.
What else is down there, Jasryn? Dorian asked, trying to change the subject to fend off
another argument. I hope were going through all of this for more than just this one staff?
Treasure, Dorian? Timberwolf asked, a gleam in his eye.
Why not? the Rangerlord answered. Dont give me that look, Markham. We rangers
were hired by the Solamnic Knighthood to help out in the battle near Solace. We didnt ask to
get magicked to Neraka, and I certainly didnt sign on to this little quest for the sheer thrill of it.
Timberwolf and I are risking our necks, and we expect to be well paid.
Sorry, Dorian, I forgot, Jasryn suddenly said, reaching under his white robes for
something.
Dont apologize, lad. You gave up a whole castle for this. I just want to know what else
is down there Dorian persisted.
The entire amassed wealth of countless mages is entombed at Daltigoth, ranger, Lundar
Eclipse told him. Staves, wands, rings, necklaces, cloaks
And the lost Book of Inventions, Gnebbich spoke up for the first time. All heads turned
to the diminutive gnome in the pointed red hat. The map that launched this whole quest had
originally belonged to Gnebbich, who had been using it to prepare the flight plans for his latest
invention. All agreed that Gnebbich was entitled to two shares of any additional treasure they
found down in the burial vaults. There was a certain volume checked out from the Library of
Mount Nevermind, centuries ago. This book contains detailed schematics for every invention
thats ever worked. Blunderhead Bumfuzzle, an ancestor of mine, checked it out on 15th Argon
1977 P.C. Blunderhead disappeared after visiting the Mages Tower at Daltigoth. The book was
lost with him, and was never returned. My family is still paying the late fees.
Well find your missing library book, Gnebbich, Markham promised. It has to be
down there somewhere.
What about steel? Dorian prompted. Gems?
Gold, Mark corrected. This was way before steel pieces came into circulation.
There may well be coffers filled with gold pieces and gems, yes, the Black Robe
conceded. Of course, the jewels are priceless. Theres more treasure than you can possibly cart
off in a single lifetime. Assuming youre brave enough to disturb the sleep of the wizards of the
ages, whose ghosts yet hover near their bonesand of course, the undead Black Robe who is
their guardian.
That is also assuming we make it past the guardian forest, and dont lose ourselves down
in the catacombs, Jasryn added solemnly. He grasped a navy velvet sack, the Bottomless Bag
hed found in Nefariants treasure vault. The magic bag could hold far more than it appeared.
The boy reached in, pulled out a small leather pouch, and tossed it in Dorians direction. The
pouch landed on the table with a satisfying thunk.
What in? Dorian asked, picking up the pouch and undoing the leather thong that held it
shut. The Rangerlords eyes widened. Jasryn
Thats a thousand steel pieces worth of precious gems, the young mage said with a
satisfied smile. You can share it with Timberwolf. Sunder, heres your pay.
Jasryn tossed another bag through the air, which the assassin caught one-handed.
Danke, Herr Baron.
Dont mention it. I have more money for the rest of you, should you need it. This quest
is far too important to the Conclave to turn around now.
Jase, whered you get this kind of money? Markham asked, a suspicious expression on
his face, his mustaches twitching.
Im the Baron Von Bladmere, Mark, or werent you paying attention? The funds are
mine. I took it from the castles vault before we left.
Dorian stared at the gleaming gems for a moment, as they twinkled in the candlelight,
then swallowed. Jasryn, thank you.
The boy nodded. Now, if youll excuse me, Im tired and Id like to turn in for the
night. Ill leave the cabin doors ajar so you can get in. Just remember to close them behind you.
Theyll lock automatically. Good evening, your Highness, gentlemen.
So saying, the young mage turned and departed the room. The expression on Dorian
Barretts face was priceless.

CHAPTER FOUR
ad dreams again? Markham Swordhawk asked softly as he approached the
young mage on the frozen ships deck.

Jasryn was leaning on the ships railing, looking out upon turquoise blue water, hands
clasped in front of him. A sea wind whipped his long dark hair and white samite robes and
caused the large canvas sails to snap and billow. The air smelled fresh, with a slight metallic
taste of salt. The sun set on the eastern horizon, and flooded the surface of the water with colors
of gold, rose, and orange. All this natural beauty held no power to charm the boy. Jasryns large
eyes, now a rich golden, held a haunted look. The expression on his face was glum.
How can you tell?
Come on, Jase. Its me. Weve known each other since we were children, Markham
reminded him. He moved closer and also leaned on the polished wooden railing. The Solamnic
Knight wore partial plate mail, along with his under-padding and an overtunic, with a thick, blue
wool cloak over it all. He was still cold, but like the brave and stubborn knight he was,
Markham refused to admit it. He bore his discomfort with a grimace.
Jasryn looked up at his friend with a pained expression. His eyes were moist, and Mark
could tell he was upset. The boy had been crying in private, but hed never admit to it. He did
sigh deeply, though. The old nightmares have returned. I keep dreaming about the farmhouse
going up in flames, my master screaming. And I keep seeing Danvil Felcrafts face, Jasryn
finished, swallowing.
Youre not thinking of challenging him out of revenge, are you? Markham asked, his
expression stone cold serious.
Lets just say Danvil Felcraft and Cean Blackgaard should count their lucky stars that I
wear the white robes.
Mark paused a moment. Jase, the Nerakan Knighthood is evil, and tis our job to stop
them. If we must kill them, just be sure tis for the right reasons.
The young mage looked up at him. Honor again? Youve rubbed off on me, know that?
When I was little, the other lads at the Academy called me the Solamnic Mage because of my
high, arrogant attitude.
Markham shrugged. Tis not a bad way to live, Jase. Because of you and Palin Majere,
the Knighthood respects mages for the first time in its long history. The Order of White Robes,
at least.
Jasryn smiled. Well, we had to do something. The Knights of Neraka took in renegade
wizards and sorcerers as part of their Order. They even call them Thorn Knights.
Isnt there a standing order to slay the Gray Robe mages?
Jasryn nodded. Aye, there is. Our archenemies. The instructions from the Conclave are
to either bring these wizards back into the fold, wearing the colors of one of the three Orders of
magic again, or to kill them.
And in Danvil Felcrafts case, you dont plan on giving him the chance to reform, do
you?
A dark shadow crossed the young mages face. Now, would I do something like that?
Markham held his breath, then expelled it as mist on the frigid air.
Thats when Jasryn noticed his friend shiver a slightly. You cold?
A little, the knight replied. Actually, he was freezing. He had wrapped both hands in
the folds of his wool cloak to keep them warm. Hhow can you stand there, wearing nothing
but a samite robe? Silk cant be that warm!
Jasryn smiled, reached out, whispered a few words in the language of magic, and brushed
his glowing fingertips across Markhams cold breastplate. Like this. Ast Kair/ith fisp avaun.
The knight suddenly ceased shaking. It felt as if hed just stepped into a nice, cozy tavern
with two or three fireplaces that merrily produced roaring flames. Thanks.
Dont mention it. Simple enough spell, resistance to cold.
Markham frowned. Just be careful not to overdo it, waste your power. Remember that
time in Neraka, just after the Battle of Crystalmir Lake? Youd overtaxed yourself.
I remember, the boy mage told him. And Im being careful. This spell doesnt use up
that much magical energy. Creating those Gusts of Wind the captain keeps asking for does,
however. Tis why I rarely do it for him.
Markham gave him a curt nod. Squalls regularly blew up in the dismal Bay of Darkness.
The night they arrived in Caergoth, a snowstorm had blown in clear across the water from
Southern Ergoth. Jib Dromond didnt really need magic to keep the ship at full sail, but said he
wanted to arrive at their destination as soon as possible, before the waters froze over again. It
was a lame excuse, and everybody knew it.
Im not sure I trust that guy.
Me either, Jasryn admitted, and shrugged his shoulders. Howd we get ourselves into
this mess, Mark? When we started this band back in Solace, it was just us. You, me, Garn,
Shyla, and maybe Gnebbich, cause the map belonged to him. Dorian and Timberwolf I didnt
mind joining us. Two rangers are always handy to have along. Princess Mercidith is great too,
even if she is a little snobbish and tries to run things. But now were stuck with a Black Robe
wizard, and a Spawn whos a trained killer. Add to that were on a schooner with a captain who
A board suddenly squeaked, just off to their right. Jasryn stopped talking, instantly
prepared to cast a spell on reflex. Markhams hand drifted to the hilt of his longsword. The
wind blew, and the sails snapped in the fading light of day. The two friends strained their ears,
but only heard the sound of water as it lapped against the hull, the tug and pull of ropes, and the
creak of timber as the ship carved through the waves.
Jasryn reached up and stroked Fafnir, invisible and curled up around his shoulders. The
pseudodragon was napping, as usual. He gave the small beast a jab with his left hand.
Who goes there? Markham challenged. Come out where we can see you, knave!
Nothing. Just when Jasryn was about ready to say that their nerves were on edge and
theyd imagined it, a tall cloaked figure stepped from out of the shadows of the mid-deck cabin.
He wore no armor, but was tall and imposing. Leather baldrics filled with daggers criss-crossed
his chest. A thick, black woolen cloak hid his features, but the man carried himself with lethal
attitude. A voice hard like iron and cold as death addressed them.
Mein Herr, youre correct not to trust Jib Dromond. Hes a pirate, and this vessel is a
pirate ship, Sunders voice answered them.
What? Markham asked incredulously. How can...? Thats not possible. I checked
this vessel out myself! The Solamnic Knights at Caergoth said
Your famed Knighthood doesnt know, Sunder answered solemnly. He moved closer,
so he could lower his voice and still be heard by them. The black hood looked this way and that,
then leaned closer to the two young adventurers. Nobody from this part of Ansalon does. But
Jib Donovan and the crew of the Black Swan are listed with the Knights of Neraka as pirates.
Then that explains Jasryn began, and then caught himself, when he realized whom
he was talking to. This man was an assassina murderereven before the profane
transformation that had turned him into a hulking spawn.
That explains what, Herr Baron? Sunder urged.
Nothing. Jasryn shut up quickly, watching the spawn for any sudden movement
toward him or Mark. He still had his sleep spell ready. One false move, and Sunder would find
himself taking a nap on the cold ships deck.
Assuming, of course, I can get past his natural spell resistance.
Dont tell me tis nothing, my lord, Sunder insisted. Tis my job to protect you. If
theres anything amiss, I have to know about it.
Jasryn Storm considered the dragon-mans sincerity for a moment. Iain Lockhart, the
man Sunder was, had sworn fealty to Jasryns adoptive father, the previous Baron Von
Bladmere, and the oath of loyalty extended to him, the son. However, Sunder was mentally
unstable, and Jasryn couldnt forget that it was Sunder who had killed his father. Jasryn might
hold bitterness in his heart against the evil Vilderoff Von Bladmere had done, but he also
couldnt ignore that the former baron had taken him into his home and his heart, made him his
son and heir.
Hes right, Jase, Markham whispered. The knight had earlier pulled his sword, and
now sheathed it. Youd better tell him.
The teenaged wizard met Sunders level gaze with one of his own. He tried to answer in
a firm, brave tone, but his voice cracked from fear. He just hoped that Sunder would chalk it up
to the cold weather.
Couple of nights ago, somebody tried to break into our cabins while we were sleeping.
Sunders voice sounded like a wolf snapping. Youre certain of this?
Jasryn nodded. I Arcane Locked two cabins, and Lundar sealed the third. Only a
magic-user couldve broken that spell, and if anybody tried to force the door, Id know about it.
As it was, I had felt it. Woke me out of a sound sleep. And I heard the sound of metal scraping
on metal in the dark.
Drek, Markham breathed.
They were probably after the Dragonlance, Sunder announced with an arrogant air of
authority and wisdom.
The White Robe shook his head. He doesnt know we have it. Nobody does.
Wait, what Dragonlance? Markham Swordhawk asked, looking first at the assassin,
then at the mage. You found your fathers missing lance after all?
This whole adventure began when Jasryn Storm and his companions had been magically
transported to Neraka, where Jasryn stood trial for treason in the matter of his fathers missing
Dragonlance. The mage was innocent, of course; but the adjudicator, Donna Harridan, charged
the group of adventurers with searching Castle Von Bladmere for the missing artifact. The eight
of them had torn the castle apart, searching hidden corridors and secret rooms, even the red
dragon Cinders lair, and found no trace of it.
The mage smiled his secret smile. No, it wasnt me.
The knight straightened, suddenly certain who had found it. Shyla.
Jasryn nodded.
Where is it? Did you turn it invisible?
The kender has it on her person, Knight, Sunder revealed. Tis in one of her
pouches.
Markham frowned deeply. A Dragonlance is twenty feet long!
Felcraft shrunk it, Jasryn explained.
He shrunk it? Markham asked, flabbergasted. The look on the brave knights face was
so priceless, Jasryn had to fight the urge to laugh out loud.
The mage nodded and then went on. According to the journal I found in a hidden room,
Father suspected he was about to be assassinated. So just before he died, he gave the lance to
Danvil Felcraft for safekeeping. The wizard reduced the Dragonlance, and hid it in plain sight.
Remember that silver statuette of my father in his study?
Markham slowly nodded. The centerpiece of the Barons study was a two-foot tall
statuette of Baron Vilderoff Von Bladmere in full armor, bearing the enchanted Dragonlance into
battle, astride the red dragon Cinder, during the War of the Lance. We walked right past it for a
week, and never realized it!
Shyla just told me a few days ago, Jasryn confessed. I was going to put in into my
Bottomless Bag, then realized the lance was so magical, it could easily pierce the lining. I then
started looking for a safe place to hide it, when Sunder suggested we just let the kender hold onto
it. It made sense.
Who else knows we have the Dragonlance? Markham asked in a low voice, after
casting furtive glances up and down the deck. The nearest seamen were some twelve feet away,
busy with rigging the mainsails. Between the stormy sea and the howl of the wind, and the
shouts of the sailors, the knight doubted anyone could overhear their conversation.
Just us four, Jasryn confirmed. I havent even told Dorian yet.
Good idea, Markham confirmed. The fewer of us who know, the better. At least,
while were aboard this ship. Sunder, are you certain these are pirates?
Absolutely, Solamnic, Sunder confirmed. Mein Herr, can you look into the captains
mind? A real, gutt look. See what hes up to, if he plans anything against us.
Jasryn shook his head. I know ESP, I can read surface thoughts. But I cant go that
deep. Master Palin could. He can even make things move with his mind. Im just not that
powerful yet.
Thats good enough. Next time we talk to him, tonight maybe, I want you to do just
that. Ill reveal my true nature to Dromond and question him closely, Sunder offered.
Im not sure thats such a good idea, the young knight told him. We have you
magically cloaked for a reason. We dont want these men knowing what you really are. Theyll
panic.
Sunder smiled beneath his black hood. Thats the idea.
Markham stiffened. So did Jasryn. Sunder went on.
You dont trust me, mortal. I really dont care. But tis my duty to protect the young
baron. Were all in danger already, and tis only going to get worse. If were going to stay alive,
youre going to have to learn to trust my judgement.
Markham tried to answer, but found his throat had closed up. He could only nod. Next
to him, Jasryn swallowed audibly. The knight was keenly aware that all Jasryn needed to do was
reach out and touch this walking monstrosity, whisper a word or two of magic, to send several
dozen volts of electricity through him. Jasryn knew, however, that Sunder was immune to
electric attacks; he had a different incantation in mind.
And dont even think of casting that spell on me, Sunder intoned, like a razor cutting
into the boys flesh. Save your strength for combating our enemies, Herr Baron.
How Jasryns voice caught. He cleared his throat, and tried again. How am I
supposed to trust you? Fathers diary condemns you, and you practically admitted to murdering
him!
The mysterious figure smiled beneath his hood. Markham gripped his sword hilt tighter.
Listen to me, Jasryn Storm. Listen very carefully. I am a killer, Sunder said. It wasnt
an apology. His tone was matter-of-fact. But I also have my pride. I swear by my life and the
life of my son, the only things I still own, that I will allow no harm to come to you.
But
Youre going to trust me, my young baron, because Ive never given you a good reason
not to, and because you have no choice.
He has a choice, assassin, Markham began. He was about to draw Shadowsong from
the scabbard strapped to his back, when something very odd happened. Both Jasryn and
Sunders heads shot skyward at exactly the same instant. It was almost as if both of them had
heard something that Markham had somehow missed. The Solamnic Knight looked up too, now,
but he only saw the purple sky deepening to black, as the sun sank below the eastern horizon,
spilling crimson light across the surface of the water, and the stars coming out two and three at a
time.
What is it? I dont see any
You feel it, Herr Baron? Sunder asked, ignoring the young knights question.
Jasryn nodded, shuddering. All the blood drained from his face. The boy was blessed
with the gift of Sensing Magic. He had never really needed to cast the Detect Magic cantrip. If
he held a magical item, or even so much as passed his hand over it, he could Sense the unique
charge of magical energy. Sometimes, if a wizard cast a particularly powerful spell nearby,
Jasryn could also Sense the buildup of magic from as far as several yards away. This was
different, however. His senses were growing strong indeed, if he could sense their presence!
As Markham watched, Jasryns complexion turned a few shades paler, until his cheeks
matched the color of his samite robe. The mage was clearly terrified.
Tis a small one, and close.

Very close indeed, Sunder agreed. He pointed to the night sky, and shouted. There! I
see it! The moonlight outlines the beasts white wings clearly.
I still dont see Mark began, straining his human eyesight in the direction Sunder
was pointing. Then, suddenly, he thought he did see something. It was small as a cloud, and
reflected the fading sunlight and rising moons. It was trying to hide behind a few clouds, but it
was far too big for that.
Knight, I suggest you tell the others, Sunder said in a very grim voice. Quickly.
Sir Markham Swordhawk nodded quickly and took off at a run.

CHAPTER FIVE
RAGON OFF THE STARBOARD BOW! the lookout in the crows nest
shouted, pointing upward at a forty-five degree angle.

Drek, Jib Dromond swore as he pulled a brass spyglass from a pouch on his belt,
something he almost never did at night. The captain squinted, trying to pick out the familiar,
sinuous shape of a wyrm against the deepening night, against the constellation that held the
North Star. In what little sunlight was left, Jib thought he saw movement.
All I see are clouds, Maran said softly, almost afraid of catching the dragons attention,
if there really was one out there. All around the captain and the first mate, men were scrambling
for battle stations, climbing the rigging to adjust the sails for emergency maneuvers.
Jib raised the thin metal cylinder to his right eye. There, he just saw two thin lines move.
Batlike wings flapping. Thats no cloud. Tis a white dragon for sure.
How big? Maran asked with a curse.
Big enough, Jib told him. In truth, it was impossible to tell size at this distance, with
no point of reference to judge against. But the dragon would close any distance quickly.
Mister Ferrin! Full sail! Jib cried to the boatswain in the rigging high above.
Full sail! Aye! Ferrin replied, and started barking orders at his crew. Frantically,
sailors untied the bindings and let yards of canvas drop to catch the wind.
Wheres that Solamnic knight? Jib asked the mate, who responded with a nod. Jib
turned to look, and saw Sir Markham and Princess Mercidith climbing the short wooden steps
that led to the poop deck. Beyond them, all along the starboard railing, men were getting
longbows and crossbows ready. Little Skod, the cabin boy, was helping prepare oil and small
bits of cloth to affix to the shafts. Flaming arrows were their best weapon against a white wyrm,
which breathed ice and freezing cold wind instead of fire. Amidships, the ballista was being
loaded.
That sword wont do you much good, Sir Markham, Jib told the knight. Longbows
will be brought up here in a minute, though.
Thank you, Captain, Princess Mercidith responded. The sails snapped as they were
unfurled and secured. At least we have a fair wind this night.
Wont do much good against that thing, Jib replied, raising the spyglass to his eye
again. Not if tis really after us. Well never make port before it gets here.
Why wouldnt it be after us? Markham asked skeptically. Hed heard of enough
battles against draconians and spawn, minions of dragons, to think theyd be shown the slightest
benevolence from such a benighted creature.
Weve been in these waters ere now, boy, Jib told him. He lowered the spyglass, and
handed it to the princess. Made this run many times. Blizzard lets ships through from the
beginning of Mishamont through Chislmont, sometimes to the second week of Bran. Once, it
was open in Argon.
Markham nodded. Those were the beginning months of spring. Argon was the middle of
High Summer. According to Shyla, who kept a journal of their adventures together, as a record
for Palin Majere, today was the fifteenth of Mishamont. It shouldnt normally be this cold in this
part of the world. Mayhap a light flurry of snow, winters last gasp before spring set in. But
these days, there were icebergs floating in the Sirrion Sea, miles from Icewall Bay where they
belonged. Theyd had to make course corrections many times to avoid them. Jasryn confirmed
days ago that the White Dragon Overlord had caused the change of climate.
A teenaged boy came running up to them, loaded down with longbows and quivers. The
shafts had bits of oil-soaked cloth tied to them. Silently, each of the adults took a weapon.
Thank you, Skod, Jib told the boy as he took a bow. Stay here in case we need you.
Maran, take the wheel. No sudden course changes, not until I give the word. She may not have
even noticed us.
Maran shot his captain a knowing look.

Jibs face fell, and he shrugged. Okay, so maybe she did notice us, and shes going to
leave us be. Lets play this one out.
The Black Robe mage climbed the wooden steps. He stood by the captain, pulled his
hood down, and scanned the heavens until he saw the wyrm. Shes young. Barely out of the
egg.
Dont let her size fool you, elf, Dromond said. Shes big enough to sink us, if she has
the mind to.
Wheres Jasryn? Mercidith asked Lundar.
Dorian told him to get into the bow of the ship, so hed have a clear line-of-fire for
spellcasting, Lundar Eclipse explained. Didnt want to have him hit the sails by mistake.
At this comment, Jib looked, saw a lone figure wearing gleaming white samite standing
at the extreme fore of the Swan, and frowned. Tell your young friend not to do anything rash.
We dont want to provoke the dragon if tis gonna leave us alone.
Markham shot the captain a look. Weve been doing this quite awhile, Captain
Dromond. Jase wont start throwing spells until
Dont question my orders, boy, Jib yelled, grabbing Markhams arm and giving him a
shove toward the stairs. This is my ship, and Im in command, not your grandmaster.
Sir Markham hesitated just a moment. First, Dorian barked orders at himokay, so
Dorian Barrett was a Rangerlord and an experienced battlefield commanderbut then this sea
captain presumed to order him around as well. Markham was a Solamnic Knight, bag-it, and he
hadnt yet had the chance to confront this alleged pirate Jib Dromondor Jib Donovanabout
the attempted break-ins Jasryn mentioned, or the rumors of piracy Sunder had confided to him.
Still, they were getting ready for combat, and Jib did have a point. This was his ship, his
responsibility. Markham glanced at Princess Mercidith, who nodded. He turned and went for
the steps.
Mercidith handed the spyglass back to Jib, who took it with a grunt. How powerful is
that boy mage? Hes said hes still just an apprentice.
Hes puissant enough, the Black Robe grudgingly admitted. He didnt want to tell this
human captain that Jasryn was Palin Majeres prize pupil, or that he was casting spells well
beyond his age and abilityor the real reason for it. Soon, Jasryn would be shapeshifting into
animal forms, a power very few magicians had, including Palin Majere or Dalamar the Dark.
When Jasryn Storm came into his full powers, he would be a problem.
Hes strong enough in a fight, Mercidith agreed. Weve faced a dracolich ere now.
One of Jases spells helped destroy it, then he cast an illusion that hid two dozen refugees so we
could escape the Vampire Nefariant.
Lundar Eclipse stared at her, but didnt say anything. Interesting.
Good, we might need it, Jib told her. He was lowering the spyglass, a determined look
on his face. Zacherie! Dont light those arrows yet! Wait for my command!
The sailor looked up at his captain like hed lost his mind. The dragon was closer now,
so close they could see her without the use of a spyglass. Still, he doused his arrow, trusting his
captains instincts.
Princess Mercidith clutched her holy symbol, prepared to invoke divine assistance.
Mishakal was the goddess of healing, and as such, her clerics offensive abilities were quite
limited. Timberwolf, however, worshiped Kiri-Jolith. She had little doubt that his blessed silver
arrows would do much damage, if that became necessary.
May all your guesses be right, Captain.
Ive been here before, Jib told her with a shrug and confidence he wished he felt. He
learned a long time ago as a cabin boy, from his own now long-dead first captain, never to show
doubt in front of the crew when youre in command. The captain is always right, even when he
was wrong. The captain always knew what he was doing, even if he didnt have the foggiest
notion of what they were really facing. The image of an all-knowing commander must be kept at
all costs. Kill the crews morale, and you kill the crew. Especially when the dragon fear hit. Jib
figured it should set in any time now.
Looking down at the boy, Skod, he noticed the lads eyes were wide as saucers, and his
arms were trembling. The kid from Nordmaar was fourteen. Old enough for a sailor, young
enough to wet his pants when that dragon came barreling overhead. Heck, more than half the
crew would piss themselves when that thing got close enough.
Nock arrows! Jib ordered, noticing the teenager come out of it in response to a
command. Hold your fire until I give the order!
In response, there was an enormous rush of air and the rumble of thunder, a sizzling
accompanied by a flash of light, and a lightning bolt shot skyward. Jib spun toward the bow of
his ship and cursed.
Bags! Lundar Eclipse swore. That boys gonna get us all killed!
I told that boy to hold off on the magic! Jib yelled.
Jasryn mustve had a good reason, Mercidith quickly said, automatically defending
him. Hes a wizard. Mustve spotted something we didnt.
I sure hope so, cause all it did was get that dragon ticked! Jib countered. All hands!
Light arrows! Hold your fire until I give the word!
Memory of lost Istar, were gonna have to fight the thing now! the captain thought
grimly. He would hold fire until it circled around and came closer, within range of their arrows.
No sense in wasting ammunition.
Jib followed the lightning bolts path until it reached a point just short of the target, and
exploded in a fantastic burst of blue-white light and the roll of thunder across the dark water.
Not even in range of his magic, Lundar swore. What in the Abyss is that boy doing?
Look! Mercidith yelled, pointing to the west. White wings shone with reflected
moonlight against the inky night sky. Six sets of them. Pegasi. Mounted Solamnic Knights on
pegasi, attacking the dragon! Jasryn mustve been drawing the dragons attention away from
them.
Back to us? Jib asked incredulously. Gee, thats comforting. Just wish he werent so
noble with my ship and my crew!
Jasryn had walked off in a huff, in the direction of the bow of the Swan. How dare
Dorian Barrett speak to him like that? Hed thought that had ended when he paid the man!
The young mage pushed his way past sailors just now becoming aware of the danger they
were in. Tomar Camon, one of the deck hands, had run up and down the deck, screaming his
fool head off and pointed to the northern sky.
Jasryn, turn us invisible, fast.
The young mage had shot Dorian a look. The look of a fully trained wizard to a layman
who knew nothing of magic. The whole ship? I cant do that!
The Rangerlord had given him a deadly look. Surround us with fog then.
I dont have that spell prepared, Dorian, Jasryn was forced to admit. Talented and
powerful he was, but he just hadnt prepared for this contingency. Even the best mages didnt
know everything, and Jasryn had concentrated on energy spells and battle magic, incantations
that were useful in combat. The only weather magic he knew was Resistance to Cold or Heat,
summoning a Gust of Wind, Lightning, and his old Color Spray spell, which created dazzling
rainbows. Somehow, Jasryn Storm didnt think a white dragon would be impressed with
rainbows.
What good are you? Dorian Barrett snarled at him. Get up in the bow, and be ready
to throw something at that thing! Something thatll hurt it!
Jasryn had been tempted to throw a lightning bolt into Dorians face right then and there,
but the Rangerlord had turned his back and stormed off, looking for the others.
The teenaged wizard stood against the polished oak railing, as far forward on the ship as
one could go. Wind whistled around him, catching his new samite robe and long dark hair. Far
below, the prow of the Swan cleaved the dark water and bobbed, as the sea got rough. The water
seemed a living thing that complained about the magical disease that had turned the local
climate. Directly below Jasryn was a carved wooden swan, neck curved gracefully, and beak
open as if to strike, its wings spread. If hed had the time, Jasryn wouldve noticed that it had
been recently painted over, as had the vessels name in the stern, declaring her to be the
Silver Swan.
The boy wizard searched the velvet black heavens for his quarry. He found all the
constellations right where they were supposed to be. The Scales, the Warrior, the Dragon Orb,
the Harp, the Condor, the Phoenix, the Hourglass, and the Dragonlance of Huma. Approaching
swiftly from the north, wings seemingly skewered by the barbed head of the celestial
Dragonlance was the white dragon growing in size exponentially. He hoped that was a good
omen.
Raising his hands and closing his eyes, Jasryn fell into the trance required to spellcast. In
truth, opening himself up to the world around him, allowing his entire being to channel the
awesome magical energies, was as important to spellcasting as the actual words. The language
of Eldritch invoked divine gifts from one of the three moons, and aided to shape and mold the
awesome energy to produce specific effects. When Jasryn allowed this primal force of nature
inside of him, the raw magical power sang within his very soul, allowing him to shape each erg
of power the way a performer shaped notes of music.
Kair, the mage thought. Firethe one thing a white wyrm was most vulnerable to.
Lightning would do the trick. The forces of magic gathered, marshaled under his command, and
gathered in the palms of his slender hands, sparking between them. The fingers of an artist
began to glow with soft purple light that flickered red and yellow at times.
Jasryn softly whispered the words of magic, a prayer to Solinari, who provided magical
power. A raw lightning bolt formed in the palm of his right hand, blue colored sparks, and
Jasryn was prepared to throw it if necessary. This was one of his most potent and lethal spells.
It also tended to drain him quickly, if he werent careful.
Waves of heat rose on the night air from his open palm, and the dragon grew in size as he
watched. At the same time, the beasts presence grew in his mind. As if in a dream, Jasryn saw
the wyrm: magnificent, majestic, and powerful. Scales glittered in the moonlight like the purest
crystal snowflakes, harder than mythril silver. Wings fifty feet in span cleaved the air
effortlessly. Teeth as long as his arm and sharper than elven steel shone, lethal in the double
moonlight. Beyond all this, it was the creatures eyes that captured the boys attention. Eyes
dark as night with no stars, and there was intelligence behind those living orbs. A cold,
calculating intelligence, filled with a malice that was palpable.
Shiver. The dragons name was Shiver. She was young, barely fifteen feet long, and
servant of the great Lord Gellidus, Ruler of Wynterlund Ergoth. The female youngster was the
personal page of Frost, with ambition to be more when she grew up. Shiver longed to be Frosts
consort one day, to be the Overlords queen.
Jasryn almost laughed aloud when he heard this in his mind. Shiver was a child, with a
little girls crush on her lord. Fiercely loyal and protective, but limited to carrying messages
back and forth because of her size and youth. She had noted the incoming vessel, but something
truly unusual had caught the dragons attention. Among the humans and minotaurs aboard her
was dragonkind, and magic. Not just the trinkets the humans called swords, but an object of
incredible power, an ancient and lethal weapon. A threat to her sovereign lord.
The Dragonlance, Jasryn suddenly realized. She senses the Dragonlance, and Sunder as
well!
Boy, Jasryn sensed as the thought addressed to him, as clearly as if Shiver were
standing there next to him and spoke. Curled about his shoulders, Fafnir cringed. Is the
Conclave of Wizards now sending little boys to do their bidding?
I was about to say the same of you, Jasryn returned. Somehow, someway, a telepathic
link had been established. He hadnt done this, at least not on purpose. We do not come for
you, or your master. Begone, before you get hurt.
I dont believe you, Shiver shot back. With her thoughts came emotion. Anger, raw
and terrible, with the threat of a violent death. The white was deadly; there was no question of
that. She could rend a dozen men apart, piece by bloody piece, with just her teeth and claws.
Her breath, while too weak to sink the whole ship in one or two blasts like her terrible master,
was still capable of freezing a score of men solid. Then there was her magic. While not the
equal of Jasryn, Shiver could still cast stinking clouds to make the crew choke, or cover the
rigging in magical webbing.
In order to stop Shiver, Jasryn was going to have to kill her. Or at least severely wound
her, so she would be scared off. The teenaged wizard toyed with the blazing, pulsating rod of
magical energy in his hand. A gesture coupled with eight simple words, and it would become a
lethal shaft of explosive death, hurtling through the night.
Youve a weapon, deadly to my lord. I sense it, Jasryn heard in his mind. Fafnir also
heard it. The small Pseudodragon cringed and hissed. Cast it into the sea.
We cannot do that, Jasryn returned. That lance is our defense against the likes of you.
You have my word we are not here to harm Frost, unless provoked
LIAR! the wyrmling shot back forcefully, so loudly that it hurt. Jasryn winced.
Youve come to slay us all! Prepare to die, Slave of the Conclave.
Jasryn raised his right hand, the raw magic crackling and smelling faintly of ozone. Im
warning you. I dont want to hurt you!
The dragon hissed. Jasryn couldnt be sure whether he actually heard it, or if it was just
in his mind. Shiver drew closer. She was just a few hundred yards off, now. He could feel the
cold of her breath, the frigid gusts of her wings that only dragon magic could produce. A
thought, so cold it burned, pierced the boys skull like an ice-reaver. An image of slender,
winged horses, graceful as seagulls in their flight, with men on their backs, encased in gleaming
metal armor. All bore longbows and quivers full of shafts.
Treachery! Treachery and deceit! Humans on pegasi!
Jasryns head turned. Sure enough, half a dozen pegasi flew toward them from out of the
west, probably a squadron out of Daltigoth. Armed only with arrows and bravery. Not a
magical weapon among them. Shiver would slaughter them all, freeze their feathery wings with
her breath, and let them drop hundreds of feet to the unforgiving waves below. Then, she would
return her attention to the Swan and her crew.
No choice. Jasryn was a White Robe mage, sworn to use his magic to protect and defend
the innocent. Life was precious, but he could not allow this creature to take it. He was swiftly
running out of options.
Shiver was still just out of range, just barely. But it was close enough for what Jasryn
had planned. Quickly, he pulled most of the energy out of his half-formed spell, which would
allow him to cast it again, if necessary. This bolt would be all light and noise, all showy, and
wouldnt even warm her scales even if it managed to strike her point-blank.
Ast Kiranann Kair Gadurm Soth-arn/Suh kali Jalaran!
As if he were a pitcher in a game of goblin ball, Jasryn wound up and hurled his spell.
Instantly, the small sphere of pulsing energy became a lethal lance of crackling blue white force
that forked and sizzled through the night. The air smelled of ozone and whooshed as Jasryns
spell arced out, growing in size and intensity until it exploded mere yards from the dragon,
briefly turning night to day.
Ast kiranann, Jasryn snapped, beginning the spell to summon power anew. Another
globe of light sprang to life in his hand, the edges tinged with blue. This time, Jasryn had put
real energy into the spell, enough to hurt, to kill. That was a warning, Shiver. Back off, or
Youre dead, came her response. The emotion behind it was as chill as the grave, as
hot and unrelenting as a forest afire. You and your friends are dead, boy!
Jasryn! Marks voice called. The mage turned, saw his friend running full out across
the deck, his face filled with terror. Afraid of the dragon? Possibly. At this distance, the dragon
fear was just beginning to be felt by those on board. Markham Swordhawk was a Knight of
Solamnia, who never consciously acknowledged fear. No, it was fear for Jasryn that he saw
reflected in Markhams blue-gray eyes. He neednt worry. Jasryn was in his element, fighting a
creature he understood better than some backwoods oaf like Dorian Barrett.
Useless, am I? Ill show you how useless I am, Dorian!
Jasryn, stop! Markham cried, out of breath from running the full length of the ship in
armor. The captain said not to provoke it!
Tis a little late for that, Jasryn responded sarcastically. His sapphire blue eyes
reflected the light of his spell, and gave his samite robes a soft blue glow. The magic formed a
nimbus of pure, sparkling faerie light around the boy, concentrated in the palms of his hands.
Mark was briefly taken aback by the majesty of the young mage. There was a look in Jasryns
eyes that said he knew exactly what he was doing. She sensed the Dragonlance, Mark! And
your friends sent us an escort. Pegasus Riders. He nodded skyward.
Sir Markham looked, and saw the pegasi approaching the dragon on an intercept course.
Arrows against a dragon? Theyre going to get themselves killed!
Jasryn nodded. Shes young, Mark. A child. I dont want to have to kill her.
The knight looked north again, eyes widening. The dragon was almost right on top of
them now. He could make out the larger individual scales, as well as count the spines in her thin,
leathery wings. Child? Thats a dragon, Jase! An it looks like shes getting ready to breathe
fire or something! Do something fast!
The young mage looked. Shiver was indeed inhaling, probably getting ready to expel
her breath weapon, which amounted to an ice storm. If allowed to, Shiver would kill dozens of
seamen without thinking twice about it. He frowned, and sent his thoughts to her, his anger.
Shiver, for the last time...back off!
Die already, the young female returned, breathing hurricane-force winds, laced with
minute particles of ice.
Tsaran kalith avaun kara-emarath!
Jasryn let his spell fly. The small energy sphere quickly expanded like a fallen star
returning to the heavens, and intercepted the wintry, lethal blast of cold.
Like two opposing forces of nature, the magic collided. Jasryns spell exploded violently
on contact with the dragon breath, creating a spectacular pyrotechnics display. The frigid blast
melted instantly when hit with his white magic, the droplets continuing forward on momentum
alone. What was left of Shivers attack pounded the ship in a cold shower of water, like a
torrential spring rain.
Jib Dromonds archers loosed their first volley of arrows, streaks of red light against the
young night sky. Most struck their targets, albeit bouncing harmlessly off the dragons snowwhite, scaly hide. Shiver roared in anger, probably stung from the little fires more than the steel
arrowheads. Standing crewmembers were knocked down in the backwash as Shiver passed
overhead. Fafnir hissed and flapped his wings impotently. The small pseudodragon longed to
sting Shivers eyes out with his barbed tail.
Another energy sphere flared to life in the palm of Jasryns glowing hand. Shiver, that
was your last warning. Attack again, and I will kill you.
Jasryn, Markham began, his tone of voice cold and hard as steel. That was your
second spell, and I know you cant toss those things forever. Stop playing around and hit her,
already!
Jasryns sapphire eyes met his friends blue-gray ones. The knight knew him far too
well. The more potent incantations drained him faster than the simpler ones, especially on a day
like this, when tonight, Solinari was a mere sliver in the night sky. He could toss one more
major spell, maybe two, before exhausting himself.
Jasryn didnt want to kill her. In dragon terms, Shiver was just a little girl, hardly older
than a hatchling. But Mark was right. If he didnt do something fast, soon he wouldnt be able
to fight her anymore at all.
You hear me, Jase? Markham asked, his voice intense. The dragon fear had washed
over him, but the young knight would never admit to it. Markham Swordhawk would face his
death calmly and bravely, chin out, shoulders squared in defiance of evil.
I hear you, Jasryn replied. High above, Shiver pinwheelled in the air, getting ready for
another pass. He would have to wait until she was in range again. The pegasi were close enough
to let fly a volley of arrows. Shiver shrugged these off as easily as she had the first attack by the
mage. Have to wait until shes in range, Mark.
Jasryn saw the white dragon, more deadly than a winged tiger, approach swiftly. Her
fangs dripped cold poison, each as sharp and long as a forged saber. Her forearms ended in
claws; curved, long, and no less lethal than her teeth. Mist floated from her mouth, colder than
the surrounding winter night air.
The boy shuddered, his eyes widening. Even as it took hold of him, Jasryn knew he was
succumbing to dragon fear. He couldnt let it immobilize him, but already Jasryn felt his legs
turned to rubber. White, winged death was coming for him. The dragon would kill him, his
friends, and every living soul on the ship!

CHAPTER SIX
nebbich, were all gonna die, Shyla pronounced, as if she were saying the
line Once upon a Time to a group of children around the campfire back in Solace. The plucky
Kender had followed the mumbling gnome down two decks into the ships hold, carrying a
hooded lantern. Shadows danced on the wooden bulkheads as they walked, while high above
could be heard the sound of grown men screaming and crying for their lives. Even down here,
she heard the great whoosh of air as Shiver passed over the Swan.
Gnebbich was still muttering to himself, claiming he could save the day. He tinkered
with the innards of a shiny steel cylinder attached to his flying machine, stoked the fire and
adjusted gears, pushed brightly colored buttons, turned small valves. The thing hooted and
belched steam like a red dragon drunk on dwarven ale (Shyla had once seen a red dragon drunk
on dwarven ale, and it hadnt been a pleasant sight.) A shiny brass whistle emitted a highpitched shriek, akin to the Mount Nevermind Noontime Whistle (which never ever went off at
Noon, but at Eleven, One, Three, and sometimes even Four in the Morning.)
...fuelcellsarefulljetpropulsiononlineaileronsindownpositionboilerinredzone(gottafixthat)
-bleedoffvalveopen....
Um...your thingy is interesting an all, but...you really think itll help Dorian and the
others? Shyla asked, toddling up to him and poking her head into the access hatch, looking
around. It was all rather interesting. Gnebbich was fiddling with what looked like a small
pressure-cooker, turning blue, red, and yellow valves. Above her, a gyroscope whirled; the heart
of the guidance system (but she didnt know that) that Shyla thought was a pretty spinning toy
top. Nimble slender fingers tried to remove the whirling gizmo from its housing, but Shyla only
succeeded in burning her fingers, which the Kender promptly stuck in her mouth. A red light on
the guidance control board blinked incessantly, but Shyla ignored it, and Gnebbich was too
involved with the miniature boiler to notice.
Courseitllhelp,sillylittleKenderAllIhavetodoisgetitupandrunningDAGNABBIT!
PressuresoffintheredagainBleedoffValveopenPowertransfertoTorpedopropulsionsystem....
Shyla, in the way of all kender, continued to look around, poking at pretty buttons,
turning keys and removing them (which inevitably ended up in her pouches) and finally came to
a dial that was bolted in. The needle could point to various settings, which were all marked in
Common: EnginePull/Push,Propeller,JetPropulsion/TurboBooster,
Torpedo,PressureCooker/SteamerHot/Medium/WellDone/Rehydrate.
Shyla turned the dial until indicator lights blinked, and double-red warning lights lit, as
she selected ALL, which the device was designed to do, but nobody at the Mount Nevermind
Aerodynamic Safety and Insurance Coverage Board really recommended trying. At the same
time, another, rather large red light illuminated the cylinders interior like a Gnomish Yule-Tree
(which never, ever blinked, but set the whole countryside around Mount Nevermind awash in
pretty, colored light.) Beneath this rather luminous red warning light were inscribed the words
WARNING!!!TORPEDOWARHEADISARMED.EXPLOSIONIMMANENT!
Um...Gnebbich...what exactly is this thing supposed to do? Shyla asked, removing her
head from the cramped space.
The gnome continued to tinker. Whassat?Do?Oh,thisismyexperimentalAir/SeaVessel
PropulsionUnit/Torpedo/VegetableSteamer,PatentPending.Itwillserveasanenginefortheship(andg
etustoourdestinationinhalfthetimeifCaptainDromondhadjustletmetestitonhisvessel)whichwillpush
/pullusforward(butIhaventfiguredouthowtoslowusdownorstreeryet.)
Yeah, but what does itUh, oh. I heard something break, Shyla remarked, as the
unmistakable sound of solid wood splintering could be heard up on deck. Shyla guessed
correctly that one of the ships masts had snapped, and was thankful nobody could blame her for
it, as she and Gnebbich were safely ensconced in the hold, tinkering with his steaming, whistling
whatchamacallit (which at the moment, was blinking furiously, and pointed directly at the prow
of the good ship Silver Swan.)
Gnebbich, whatever youre gonna do, you better do it fast.
Jasryn, whatever youre gonna do, youd better do it fast, Markham urged, unable to
tear his eyes away from the approaching white dragon.
Shiver was diving toward them, four hundred yards and closing fast. All Jasryn could see
were her razor-sharp claws, the rows of teeth dripping poison that could freeze a man solid, and
her cold, dead eyes...the eyes of a killer. His hands were shaking now, trembling so badly,
Jasryn doubted he could even hit her, unless she were right on top of him. If he waited that long,
Shiverd be close enough to freeze half the crew solid with one blast of dragonbreath.
The young mage tried to think, and some part of his mind was at least thinking for him.
He didnt dare throw a lightning bolt now. It used too much energy, and would leave him
severely drained should he miss, or worse, miscast the spell. There was only one incantation he
knew, one energy spell that never missed, if she were close enough. It wouldnt cause much
damage, but it only used half the energy of a lightning bolt. Would be darned effective, too, if he
hit her in one of the few spots a dragon was truly vulnerable. (Normally, this spell wouldnt hit a
specific part of a target, just a body part at random. But a dragon was so darned big that he
actually could target specific body parts)
Inside, part of Jasryn cringed. He didnt want to do that, not to a child!
A foul voice could be heard on the wind. A voice that screamed in Eldritch, the tongue
of magic. Ast Kiranann Kair Soth-aran/Suh Kali Jalaran!
Air whooshed with the sound of a hurricane force wind, and firelight lit the night sky.
Mage and knight both looked up. From the rear of the ship, a flaming sphere of explosive force
blazed a trail toward the heavens, directly toward the ivory wyrm. A figure garbed in black
velvet waved his thin arms and cursed in Elvish. Shiver flapped her massive wings, changed
course easily, and the fireball missed its target, erupting violently, briefly turning night into day.
Thats one advantage Lightning Bolt has over the Fireball spell. Tis so darned fast, that
the target doesnt have the time to dodge out of the way!
Shiver roared, both in her throat, which vibrated the air like thunder, and in his head.
Jasryn knew he had no choice. Either he cast the spell and maimed Shiver for life, or he let over
fifty souls die a horrible death. No choice at all.
The young mage looked up. One of the Pegasus Riders was in a nosedive, and very close
to the dragon. He was armed with a lance, long and straight and deadly looking. But it wasnt a
Dragonlance. It didnt look like anything like his fathers lance that used to hang over the
castles fireplace, nor did it give off the tell-tale buzz he always felt when he was this close to
powerful sorcery.
The brave idiot was attacking a live dragon with an ordinary jousting lance, the kind
knights used on horseback in friendly contests with each other! Jasryn doubted it would even
penetrate Shivers scaly hide, or cause much damage even if it did.
Before their horrified eyes, before the White Robe mage could even unleash his spell,
Shiver turned her head and almost casually expelled the lethal frozen blast shed been saving for
the crew of the Swan. It struck knight and pegasus like a full-force blizzard, encasing them in
solid ice within seconds.
Unable to control his flight path, the Pegasus Rider fell into an even steeper dive than
hed originally intended. Propelled forward on sheer momentum alone, the frozen missile struck
the ships foremost mast, snapping it with a loud, splintering crack. The timber fell into the
storm-tossed sea.
The white dragon still came. Her claws opened like the talons of some giant bird of prey,
right at the bow of the ship where Jasryn and Markham stood. Marks hand flew to his swords
hilt, and he drew Shadowsong. The greatsword was enchanted, and it might even cut through the
dragons snow-white hidebut for that to happen, the knight would have to get close enough to
actually strike. Dragonfear had almost paralyzed them both.
Jasryn began to speak from memory, his breath leaving his mouth as vapor on the wintry
night air, his voice loud in his ears. If it werent for his combat casting training, the young mage
wouldnt have been able to get this spell off at all.
Kalith karan, tobaniskar! The words formed an image in his mind, helped him shape
the magic. His right hand glowed with an angry yellow-white light, and four sizzling bolts flew
from his fingertips.
Magic Missiles. The third true spell hed ever learned, it was quite effective against
Goblins, Orcs, or Men. A dragon would hardly notice, unless they struck the one spot Jasryn had
targeted. Like shooting stars, the four sizzling bolts of light flew through the night, straight and
true. Two of them exploded in Shivers right eye, the final two in her left. Instantly the
gelatinous orbs burst, bleeding eye-jell and blood down her scaly snout.
Blinded, the dragon roared in pain and fury, her head snapping up on reflex. Her
forepaws, like hands, covered her face. A telepathic scream cut through Jasryns skull like a
knife. My eyes! My eyes! Master, help me! My eyes!
Duck! Markham cried, dove for Jasryn and tackled him, driving both of them to the
deck just as Shiver came barreling overhead. Flailing in mid-air, the dragons rear claws raked
the empty air where Jasryn and Markham had just been standing.
Thanks, Jasryn said, propping himself up on his elbows, long hair falling into his eyes.
Next to him on the cold wooden deck, Mark was just getting up too. The knight mumbled how
much he hated dragons.
Ast kiranann kair tobaniskar moipiar! Lundar Eclipse could be heard crying, and
three fiery bolts flew through the night. Two flaming red bolts struck their target, searing into
Shivers snowy hide. Already in pain, Shiver hardly noticed the two stinging bolts in her chest.
Something big and blue flew overhead, and then knight and mage distinctly heard the
sound of flapping leathery wings. Markhams heart went to his throat, thinking that they were
dealing with more than just one dragon. Jasryns enchanted senses caught something Markham
hadnt, that the soaring figure that had just flown past was far too small to be another dragon,
even a wyrmling like Shiver. Some logical part of the mages mind identified it as a Dragonspawn.
Both young men turned their heads to look, even as they rose to their feet. Shiver roared
again, climbed blindly into the starry night, completely unaware that Sunder was gliding behind
her, trying to catch up. It was hopeless. The wings of spawn were barely large enough to allow
flight, while the enormous pinions of a dragon were enhanced with magic.
I dont know what he thinks hes doing, Jasryn said in answer to Markhams unasked
question. The five remaining Pegasus Riders were swooping in, taking aim at both targets, now.
They had no idea that Sunder was on their side.
Lets hope they kill each other, Markham muttered under his breath.
Jasryn shot him a look. I thought you said
Lockhart is two things I hate: a dragon-spawn and an assassin, Markham told him with
a fine edge to his voice. What I said before was for the benefit of Lord Palin and Princess
Mercidith. Im a Solamnic Knight. Dont for one second think I enjoy being forced to work
alongside the likes of him!
And what about me, old friend?
Jasryn said nothing. It wasnt all that long ago that the Knights of Solamnia barely
tolerated mages, even White Robes. It was even written into the Measure, the Solamnic Code of
Law, that magic-users were not to be trusted. Two things had changed that. Palin Majere, Head
of the White Robes, was a recognized hero who had worked hard to build diplomatic relations
between the two Orders, and second, the fact that the Dark Knights of Neraka were utilizing
Gray and Black Robe mages to great effectiveness in battle. While wizards would never be
granted the title of knight like their counterparts in Neraka, White Robes at least enjoyed a
grudging respect from the Knightly Order, and frequently were asked for assistance in Just and
Noble causes. Still, friendships like the kind Markham Swordhawk and Jasryn Storm shared
were rare.
Another volley of flaming arrows were loosed at the dragon; most of them bounced
harmlessly off of her scales, while two penetrated the thin membranes of her leathery wings, the
only other part of her that was vulnerable to attack by even masterwork quality weapons at
medium range. Another five shafts from the Pegasus Riders flew through the night air, and
found their marks. Three more struck shivers armored tail, which she didnt even notice. The
other two barely missed the blue spawn. Sunder shook his fist at them and yelled, but they were
too far away to hear.
His own stupid fault for flying out like that, Markham pronounced callously.
Jasryn turned to a young seaman, seeing as he was getting nowhere arguing with
Markham. You! Go tell the captain to stop shooting at the spawn! Hes on our side!
The blond sailor, sitting on one knee against the railing, armed with a longbow, looked at
the young mage like he had lost his mind. After a moment, he nocked another arrow, while the
ships boy came running up the line of archers with a lit torch to light the rag tied to it.
Give it up, Jase, Markham told him. Theres nobody on board wholl believe that
monsters on our side.
Boy, youll die for this! You hurt me! Shivers voice echoed in Jasryns mind. Hed
completely forgotten about the telepathic link to Shiver. Ill kill you! By the Dark Queens
memory, I swear it!
Get ready, Markham warned, unnecessarily. Shes coming around for another pass!
Jasryn nodded, realizing what was happening. Shiver was blind, but she was seeing
through Jasryns eyes, through their telepathic link. Maybe I should just ask Mark to knock me
out, but then, shed just link up with somebody else.
Here comes our fearless leader, Sir Markham warned in a low voice. Striding across
the deck as boldly as if he were the captain, was Dorian Barrett, barking out orders to the
archers. He wore his forest green hunting leathers, and a matching elven cloak. Behind him,
garbed in black so they could barely see him, was Lundarquarius Eclipse.
Jasryn turned away, marshaling the last of his arcane energy for one last, lethal spell,
should it be needed. While concentrating, he distinctly heard Dorian bark an order not to hit the
Dragon-spawn, as he was Dorians personal servant. The Rangerlords face was angry, and his
eyes flashed in the light of the lanterns.
Dorian doesnt like to be used to be like this. Oh, headstrong and a general jerk, but
Lundar didnt Charm him? Did he? The boy wondered. The black robed magician was an
enigma. Nobody trusted Lundar Eclipse, and if Master Palin hadnt specifically asked Jasryn to
work with hima request that had sounded suspiciously more like a direct orderhe wouldve
told the dark elf to take a hike the very night he teleported into his bedchamber. For a split
second, Jasryn wondered if he should use his last spell on Shiver when she came around again,
or to accidentally hit the Black Robe mage. Decisions, decisions....
Imbeciles! Dorian cussed, just now walking up to the two friends. His voice was cold
and barbed as a Dragonlance. The tone and inflection of Dorians voice told Jasryn everything
he needed to know. This man was under a Charm spell.
Lundar Eclipse was just plain evil.
I ordered Sunder out there! Hes our only real chance to kill the beast. Then those
idiots, Dorian motioned with his hand, Went ahead and started shooting at him!
Gee, I wonder why theyd do something like that, Sir Markham quipped. Jasryn, now
facing the open water, hid a dark grin. His unborn spell sizzled and pulsated in the palm of his
hand. Markham glanced at Lundar Eclipse, who remained silent.
Dont get smart, Swordhawk, Dorian snapped. I sent that cabin boy to warn the
archers not to shoot at Sunder. Im going to have the little bastard flogged for this!
Jasryn stiffened. Skod was just fourteen summers old!
Nay, Floggings too good for him, Markham said in a sarcastic tone of voice Jasryn
suspected went completely over Dorians head at the moment. You should have him keelhauled, see how long the boy can hold his breath.
Lundar watched the exchange with wry amusement, silent in the dark. Whats he playing
at? Markham wondered. Why isnt that mage back with the captain and the princess, casting
spells?
Dorians jaw worked. Sir Markham could see the ranger was seriously considering his
suggestion. Most adults barely survived being dragged under a ships keel, held underwater for
long minutes. It would surely kill a young boy!
No, ten good lashes should suffice, Dorian finally said, as if he were a High
Adjudicator pronouncing judgement. Good work with the dragon, by the way. You blinded
her! What we cant figure out is how she knew where we were to attack us again.
And why she was attracted to this ship in the first place? Lundar Eclipse pressed,
speaking up for the first time. His eyes were locked on Jasryn, his tone accusing.
Markhams jaw worked. Cold wind blew through his hair and caught his wool cloak.
After a moment, he spoke up. Jase said the dragons attracted to the Dragonlance.
Lundars eyes narrowed. Both young men could see the wheels turning, as the dark elf
instantly realized the implications of what the knight had just admitted.
Dragonlance? Dorian asked. He turned to the young White Robe mage. You found
your fathers Dragonlance in the castle, and you never told us?
Jasryn stood there in the bow of the ship, gale force winds whipping his robes all about
him. His eyes burned in the night, and stream rose from his glowing hands. Jasryn nodded once.
Shyla found it. We thought it best not to say anything.
Thats just perfect, the Rangerlord bit off. We have a Dragonlance, a sure way to kill
that thing, and you didnt think to tell me?
Because we cant use it, Lundar said darkly. That artifact is a greater dragonlance,
twenty feet long. It can only be wielded from the back of a dragon. We have a Solamnic
Knight, and the lance, but do you happen to have a dragon handy to fly him up there?
Dorian stared at the Black Robe, then looked up at the starry night. What is this, a joke
played by the gods?
Well have to stop the dragon by more conventional means, Ranger, Lundar
pronounced. I think I can manage another fireball. Jasryn, if you can throw one more lightning
bolt, maybe between us, we could at least injure the beast enough to drive her off.
Jasryns narrowed. Hed love to stab the barbed dragonlance right through Lundar
Eclipses frozen heart. He hated to do this, but Shiver, child or not, was a dragon. Shed gotten
more than one fair warning, and was likely to kill everybody on board if she wasnt stopped.
Reluctantly, the young wizard nodded. He raised his hand, and a sphere of pure magical
energy glowed red in his palm, ready to throw one last lethal spell at her. Lundar Eclipse strode
off, apparently back toward the rear of the vessel, where he once more took up his post.
A handMarkssuddenly rested on his shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. His friends
voice was calm, but firm. Wait till shes in range.
I know, Jasryn bit off, a little more harshly than hed intended. He was very tired from
spellcasting, and tried not to show it. The cold wind helped keep him awake and aware. He
watched with hooded eyes as the dragon winged her way toward them, closer with each passing
second. Shivers jaws were parted in an angry snarl, her ruined eye sockets freely bleeding.
Arrows rained down, most bouncing off her scales, one or two striking her already damaged
wings, undoubtedly causing her additional pain. Through the telepathic link, Jasryn sensed her
utter hatred of him. Dragonfear once more washed over the crew, but Jasryn was too tired to
notice. He felt himself beginning to sway, and knew hed collapse the minute he threw the last
of his strength at her. He hoped Mark would catch him before his head hit the frozen deck.
Several things happened in those final moments before Shiver came within range of
Jasryns lightning bolt.
Sunder hovered high overhead, having pulled two of his throwing daggersthe
enchanted ones from Palanthascrafted by Flint Fireforge and magicked by Raistlin Majere in
the years of the War of the Lance. Magic Daggers of Returning, sharp and lethal, and they never
missed their target. Sunder tossed these two deadly weapons right at the dragons skull; his
intent was to cleave all the way through to her brain. Twas a far swifter and more merciful
death than being consumed by a fireball or a lightning bolt.
The Pegasus Riders and the Swans crew launched another volley of arrows, this time
aimed for her sensitive wings.
Shiver inhaled, arcing her graceful neck, intending to freeze everything solid in one last,
deadly blast of her dragonbreath.
Ast Kiranann Kair Gadurm Soth-arn/Suh kali Jalaran!
Jasryn threw his lightning bolt. It lanced out into the heavens, straight for the dragon.
Crackling through the chill air, the bolt consumed any arrows in its flightpath. As Jasryns eyes
closed, he realized his aim was true. The spell would hit, and Shiver would die, burning like a
flaming torch. At the same time, Lundars voice, thick with a Silvyn accent, cried over the wind:
Ast Kiranann Kair Soth-aran/Suh Kali Jalaran!
A fireball roared from the ships aft, shooting skyward toward the white wyrm.
The dragon suddenly shifted her wings, and with a beat, arced upward. Shiver had
sensed Lundars throw telepathically, knew what he was going to do before hed done it. The
fireball, following its course, would miss, going directly under the dragon now. Dorian and
Markham, had they still been paying attention, wouldve cursed their foul luck. Instead, they
were knocked right off their feet as the deck swayed and splintered under their feet.
The deck vibrated and lurched beneath them. The good ship Silver Swan shot forward
toward the shore of Ergoth, which was Gnebbichs intention. But only for a second. The entire
bow of the ship splintered with a loud crack, and the torpedo came flying out of the ships hold,
spouting a trail of flames. Humorously, the curved swan that had graced the prow of the vessel
was now stuck on the tip of the missile, flying toward Shiver.
Jasryn, exhausted from spellcasting, fell unconscious through the yawning gap of broken
boards to the deck below. Markham had just barely managed to snag the wood railing,
wrenching his arm in the process. Dorian slipped on the icy deck that moved beneath him, and
fell backwards onto his rump. The arrow hed shot flew wide, toward the sails and rigging,
skewered a sailor through the chest and killed him instantly. The seaman fell from the rigging
into the black waters, far below.
For the first time in his entire career, the assassin once called Iain Lockhart missed, his
magical daggers plunging right into the sea. Eyes widened in surprise, Sunder whispered a mild
curse. In a moment, both enchanted daggers flew out of the water again, returning to his
outstretched claws.
Elated and determined, Shiver resumed her forward momentum with a mighty thrust of
her wings. There wasnt a part of her that didnt ache. Foul magical bolts destroyed her eyes,
and her wings had bloody holes torn in them by the humans hateful flaming arrows. At least
she would have her revenge. Shiver had protected her lord from the arcane weapon, and she
expected Her Dark Majesty to reward her for it in the afterlife.
Shivers reptilian lips curled back in a snarl as she expelled the air shed been holding,
forced it past the part of her throat that cooled it down and added the frozen saliva that encased
small creatures in ice. Perhaps shed even survive long enough to shred their bodies in her claws
before dying.
That was when the wooden swan flew straight into her. Shiver only had time to register
surprise when the torpedo exploded in true Gnome-like fashion. The eruption of the boiler and
the torpedos warhead (filled with a combination of gun-powder and a brand-new rocket fuel
called nitroglycerin) made a sound like a half-dozen peals of thunder. The dragon didnt so
much burn as she was blown apart, her scales and body parts raining down into the dark seawater
and onto what was left of the Swan.
Dorian got up, shaking his head to clear it. He hadnt told the others, but he strongly
suspected the white dragon had been attracted to them. His enchanted cutlass was specifically
attuned to slaying white wyrms. Hed picked it up in the ruins of a fortress in Icewall Glacier,
years ago. When he made his way back to Tarsis, a reclusive Red Robe wizard identified the
blades dweomer. This weapon is ancient, from the time of the first dragon wars. There is a
general enchantment to strike your foes, and an additional three enchantments whenever it is
used against White Dragons. Interesting. I will give you four and a half thousand steel pieces
for it.
Dorian had thanked the old magician for his time, and decided to keep the weapon
himself. The half-elven Ranger had worn it on his hip ever since. That, combined with an
enchanted dagger, a Cloak of Elvenkind, and a masterwork longbow, comprised his magical
possessions. However, if his sword vibrated on the approach of that dragon, then it was
reasonable to assume that the dragon could sense it.
No time to worry about that now, Dorian thought as he sat up. He had been relieved
when the Solamnic Knight told him the wyrm had been attracted to the Dragonlance, that shed
probably homed in on it. The weapon would definitely come in handy on this foolhardy mission.
Where was the gods blessed thing?
In the hands of a kender, gods help us!
Swordhawk was on his feet, looking down through the shattered deck and calling
Jasryns name. The men were cheering and screaming. They pointed to the sky, which rained
dragon parts. One entire wing had become ensnared in the rigging and what was left of their
foremast. It took a moment to register that the dragon was gone. The kids last spell mustve
obliterated it.
Dorian ran up the three wooden steps to where Markham stood over a gaping hole that
had been ripped right through the prow of their ship. While the hole was well above the
waterline, the sea poured in anyway with the vessels forward motion. The Rangerlord peered
down into the darkness, making out details he shouldnt have been able to. The damage was
extensive, the entire front-end of the ship was in splinters; bits of planking lay sprawled
everywhere. Dorian could see straight through to the ships hold, and saw they were taking on
water rapidly.
Were going to sink, Dorian announced deadpan.
Jasryns down there! Markham yelled back, pointing downward. The knight was on
the opposite side of the hole from Dorian, his gauntleted finger pointed to a spot directly under
him where he couldnt see. The ranger walked carefully around the hole, picking his way across
the weakened boards, and finally saw the boy. Ironically, Jasryn had fallen through to the cabin
below, right into a bed that was there. The teenaged wizard looked like he was sound asleep,
except both of them knew he was unconscious.
Thats boys luck is holding strong, Dorian muttered.
Give me a hand down, Markham said. The knight sat down on the edge of the hole,
and swung his legs inside. Dorian knelt down and gave the young man his hands, and lowered
him to the deck one level below. He grunted with the effort, not expecting the added weight of
the knights armor. Then, he straightened and looked around.
You! Dorian yelled to a seaman, using his command voice. Go tell the captain were
taking on water! We have to abandon ship!
The youth nodded and took off at a run for the stern, where Jib, Mercidith, Timberwolf,
and Lundar were. Dorian started shouting orders, demanding that the crew get the ships launch
ready.
That wont do any good, sir, an older sailor with graying hair and a ragged beard told
him, shaking his head sadly. The launchll only hold ten of us, maybe twelve.
Dorian shrugged. Well swim for it. Lands not that far. We can make it, if
Ain't that, sir, the man explained with a quiet shake of his head. The waters so cold,
well freeze to death before were halfway there.
Well and truly wonderful, Dorian griped. Whose bright idea was it not to put enough
longboats on this ship for the whole crew? Dorian asked. The sailor merely shrugged.
The Rangerlord looked up, saw the Pegasus Riders circling high above them. One was
headed off toward land, to get help. Dorian didnt know if another ship would arrive in time to
save them, but it was worth a try.
Jasryn? Markham Swordhawk called, stomping across the splintered deck and across
the cabin, which was surprisingly intact. Two berths furnished the room, bolted to the floor,
along with all the rest of the furniture. Against one bulkhead, below a porthole, was a writing
desk. Opposite this was one berth, still made up, waiting for its occupant to sleep upon it. The
other berth was bolted right up against the shattered bow of the ship. It was upon this feathered
mattress that the young apprentice mage had fallen. The down quilt was scarlet and looked quite
comfortable. This was, Markham realized, the officers quarters. Probably shared by the first
mate and the ships doctor. The captain had his own private quarters located directly beneath the
poop deck, astern.
You lead a charmed life, my friend, Markham commented, and gently slapped the
young mages face. Come on, wake up!
Just at that moment, the ship lurched forward, and cold seawater poured into the cabin
through the open bow. Most of the water sloshed around Marks ankles, but some splashed up
onto the bed, and into Jasryns face. The boy sputtered and his eyes fluttered open.
What? Mark, whats going on? He sounded tired and confused, and the knight
sympathized. Under normal circumstances, hed let the young mage sleep it off after such a
fierce battle. Now, they simply didnt have the time.
Time to go, Jase, he urged, helping his friend sit up. We won. The dragons dead.
But the ships sinking.
Jasryn blinked, tried to focus his thoughts, and didnt quite believe what he saw. Mark,
the walls gone.
Quick, Arent you? the knight replied smartly, and helped his friend to his feet. Jasryn
immediately winced when he felt water seep through his soft leather traveling boots. The entire
bow of the ship was ripped open by something in the hold.
Jasryn was on his feet now, moving forward. Gnebbichs latest invention. He called it a
torpedo.
Markham looked up, shouting for Dorian. Jasryn looked around, assessed the damage
automatically. Mark was right; they were taking on water fast, with the forward movement of
the vessel. Jasryn estimated they had maybe five minutes before the Swan sank.
Weve got to find Gnebbich, he said, sounding drowsy. Hes probably still down in
the hold.
We need to get out of here, first, Markham replied. Another wave of ice-cold water
crashed in through the hole, emphasizing his words.
CHAPTER SEVEN
OU! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SHIP? Jib bellowed, spittle flying
from his mouth. The black pirates eyes were wild, and he looked about ready to kill somebody.
Hello, Captain Jib! Shyla replied merrily, waving with one hand, supporting Gnebbich
with the other. They had just climbed the short flight of steps that led to the middle deck, where
the partys cabins were located. Both of them were completely covered with a film of blackened
soot from the torpedos jet exhaust, when it fired inside the hold, right before it had crashed
through the front of the ship. Shyla couldnt very well claim they were fast asleep in their
cabins, especially not when they had successfully tested Gnebbichs new
torpedo/engine/vegetable steamer.
Did you see that? The spare engine/torpedo flew off, right through the front of the ship!
Made a hole, though. Waters coming in down there. Youre going to have to fix it.
Jib Dromonds face started turning purple. Shyla thought that was interesting; shed
never seen black-skinned Ergothian people turn purple before.
Captain! Maran shouted, running up to them, out of breath. Ive got men down in the
hold, manning the pump, but its a losing battle, sir. Jib, were going to have to abandon ship.
Where to? Jib shouted, turning on his first mate. Do you realize what temperature the
water is?
Aye, an I do, Maran replied, his tone dead serious. But theres also a warm current
flowing from the western part of the sea. Dont forget, this arctic climate isnt natural, and
natures fighting back.
What happens if our men cant find that warm water, Maran? Theyll freeze to death!
Jib countered.
We dont have much of a choice, Skipper, the mate replied. Either we take our
chances in the water, or the men will be trapped below deck when she goes under.
Jib ground his teeth. Maran was talking sense, and he knew it. Still, he knew hed be last
man off, if it came to that. The captain always went down with his ship.
Load the launch, cram as many people on board as you can. Skod and Jeremy first, and
the passengers, Jib told him.
Maran nodded. Dont worry, Ill get the kids to safety. He turned, and was gone.
Jib turned his attention back on to Shyla and Gnebbich, growling. I knew it was a
mistake taking you two on! Bad luck! No seaman I ever knew allowed kender or gnomes
aboard!
Itwouldveworked Gnebbich began, but Jib cut him off with a snarl.
In Common!
Actually, Gnebbich thought, he was speaking Common, albeit at a much faster rate. It
saved time, which they were rather short on at the moment. Oh, well. Human beings made little
sense, with their short lives. Using the same, tired devices, driven by horse and buggy or that
strange, illogical force called magic, which his brother Flubb subscribed to. No innovation, no
ambition to change anything to better their lives. Sighing, the gnome slowed his speech down so
the dim-witted human could understand him.
I said, itwouldhaveworked! Iwastryingtousethespareengine
topushustowardlandandawayfromthedragon Gnebbich pronounced,
slowly and deliberately. Exasperated, Jib cut him off again.
Oh, you took care of the dragon, all right! Jib was leaning down now, nose to nose
with the little tinkerer, spittle flying into Gnebbichs face. Your cockamamie whatsis killed the
beast! But you also destroyed the whole bow of my ship! Were all probably going to die now,
thanks to you!
I killed the dragon...? Gnebbich asked, disbelieving, his brown eyes wide as saucers.
Success! My torpedo worked! I slew the dragon! Wait till the guys at Weapons R&D find out!
Well be rid of Pryo in no time!
Um, Gnebbich, I really think we need to find a way off the ship, Shyla told him,
pointing to the small longboat, just now being loaded with people. Two young boys were
already aboard, as were the Princess, Timberwolf, Lundar, and Sunder, once more wearing the
enchanted black cloak Lundar had loaned him, to make him look human. The first mate, Maran,
was arguing with Dorian, trying to convince him to get onto the boat. The Rangerlord was
standing there, arms crossed, violently shaking his head no.
A rather successful test, Shyla, the gnome was chattering. The Kender led him to the
boat, and a burly sailor helped them inside. Wait till Cousin Conundrum hears!
Dorian, come on! Mercidith cried, waving to him.
The Rangerlord sadly shook his head, walking up to the railing. I cant, your Highness.
Im a ranger. How could I think of saving myself when all these sailors might well die? No, Ill
give my place to someone else. You and the others go on without me.
Dorian Timberwolf began. The Rangerlord cut his old comrade off with a look.
I gave you an order, Timberwolf. Im your lord. Its my prerogative. Look after the
princess.
The plainsman was about to say something else, but just then he noticed the captain sneak
up behind Dorian with a heavy wooden pin in his hand, taken from one of the ships masts.
Without a word of warning, Jib clobbered the Rangerlord at the base of his skull. Dorian
instantly collapsed, and fell into the black seamans powerful arms.
Dorians gonna be mad when he wakes up, Shyla told Jib, matter-of-factly.
The ranger can yell at me for it later, Jib replied out of the side of his mouth, struggling
with the half-elf. As Shyla watched, the two sailors hefted Dorian Barrett into the small boat,
leaning him up against Skod. Behind them, men were running and yelling, taking sails down to
stop the ships forward motion, in a vain attempt to keep the Swan from sinking. Jib knew it
would only buy them a little time. Not much, but maybe enough for help to arrive.
Skod, you take care of the ranger for me, Jib told the teenager. The boy wrapped his
arms around Dorian to keep him in a sitting up position.
Wind blew an erstwhile lock of blond hair into his eyes, his face a twisted mask of
concern. What about you, Captain?
Ill be all right, Skod, Jib lied to him. In all likelihood, most of the crew would perish
in the next twenty minutes or so. Just watch the passengers, and look after little Jeremy. Im
counting on you, son.
Aye, aye, sir, the boy replied, his throat closing.
Jib Dromond walked off without another word.
You sure this is the way? Markham quipped, following his best friend down into the
bowels of the sinking ship. Everyone else was headed in the opposite direction, yelling and
screaming. As usual, Mark reflected, he was following the crazy mage towards danger, instead
of away from it.
Jasryn nodded. He went down a short flight of steps, into the ships hold. Cold water
swirled around their legs, right up to their thighs. In the center of the hold, a team of men
groaned, turning a large wooden wheel. The pump, Markham realized. It was a losing battle.
The sea flowed into the ship freely. They had only minutes before she went down.
Shyla! Jasryn called. Gnebbich! Where are you?
Markham took a quick glance around the cavernous section of the ship. The hold ran the
full length of the vessel, providing plenty of space to store dry goods, foodstuffs, barrels of fresh
water, and rare and expensive merchandise for sale in ports of call. This trip, the ship was
hauling mostly iron rations. Nuts, pickled herring, dried fruit and strips of meat, oats and grains,
bolts of fabric to be sewn into clothing, and other vital supplies the people of Ergoth needed that
they couldnt grow any longer in the supernaturally changed climate. Down here also were their
horses, secured in a temporary stall in the stern. The animals were panicking as the saltwater
turned their nice, dry hay into a slushy mess.
Markham swallowed, trying not to think about Firefoot, the warhorse hed recently
acquired from the Solamnic keep at Caergoth. They could count themselves lucky if they could
save the humans. He barely noticed a burly sailor wading his way toward them.
You! Wizard! Save us!
Both young men looked up. The mage could barely stand, that much was obvious. Did
this guy seriously expect Jase to spellcast? Drowning men are desperate enough to do anything.
Theyve lost their reason, Markham reflected. The young knight drew his sword.
Leave him be, Markham commanded, stepping between Jasryn and the sailor. Hes
just been through combat. Hes ready to collapse!
No, Mark, hes right, Jasryn piped up, cutting his friend off. Solinari grants me magic
to protect people. If I can save the ship, even at the cost of my own life, I must.
Markham stared at his friend in complete disbelief. Most mages, even those who wore
the white robes, didnt think like that. Jasryn Storms strong sense of honor came from growing
up with him, and hanging out with the Solamnic Knights at the Solace outpost. His fellow magic
apprentices had mercilessly teased him, saying hed never learn anything worthwhile from those
armor-plated oafs. As a young child, Jasryn had been taught had to handle a dagger. When the
young mage had pinned an older students sleeve to the wall with his small blade in one swift
movement, the cat-calls had died down. At close range, Jasryn could accurately strike a target
with his small bladed weapon before any of the others could even get a spell off.
Help me to the bow of the ship, Jasryn asked, his voice weak. Markham, after a
moments hesitation, complied. The two of them waded through the now waist-deep water to the
gaping wound in the prow of the ship.
What in the name of Vinas Salamnas are you going to do? You can barely stand!
Markham bit off. Im not questioning your bravery, but this is plain suicide!
What indeed, was he going to do, the young mage wondered to himself. Mark was right.
He was falling asleep standing. One more incantation would just about finish him. Hed lie in a
stupor for weeks, if he were lucky to wake up at all. Jasryn was still an apprentice. He hadnt
even taken his final Test of High Sorcery at the Tower yet! While hed successfully inscribed a
few magic scrolls, he hadnt yet crafted enchanted items, nor had he yet invented his own,
original incantation, either of which wouldve instantly earned him the title of Master. Jasryn
was years away from those tests.
Yet there was one spell he knew, an elementary one that would keep out the sea until help
could arrive. If he could alter the spell, and pour sufficient energy into his abjuration to expand
it. If he werent too tired to remember his own name, much less the Eldritch words which would
give the magic form, it might work.
A shield, Jasryn told him, almost too softly to be heard. If I can erect a shield over
this hole, itll keep the sea out.
Mark looked at the size of the hole, the sheer square footage of the task Jasryn had
appointed for himself. The young knight shook his head. Jase, Ive been hanging around you
long enough to know the limits of your powers. That spell produces a disk thats only two or
three feet in diameter. Theres no way you can create a magic shield big enough
If I reduce the strength of the shield to increase its size, it may be...enough Jasryn
said, his tone final. The young mage looked deep within himself, found the glowing, warm spark
that allowed him to access the magic of Krynn. He listened to the sound of his own breathing,
the beating of his heart. The sound the water made as it lapped against the ships hull, as it
flowed into the hold like a rushing river. Beneath it all, he felt the magic, the power provided by
the silver moon, Solinari. Jasryn drew the magic inside himself, felt it tingle his very blood.
Then, he began to speak the words of power.
God, grant me the strength for one last spellhelp me save these people!
Magen kalis kair, the young White Wizard breathed.

As the Solamnic Knight watched, Jasryns hands began to glow a dull yellow, and then
quickly brightened to that of ten candlesticks. A shimmering nimbus of translucent gold energy
formed over the wrecked prow of the Silver Swan, sparkling like faery light. For a moment or
two, it seemed to work, the shield firming up and holding the water at bay. Then, Jasryn
collapsed, the magical light going out like a wind-blown candle. Mark caught his friend, quickly
checked him. To his relief, Jasryn still had a pulse, and was still breathing.
All at once, the magical shield popped out of existence, allowing the cold sea to pour in
once more, thoroughly drenching both of them. This time Jasryn did not wake up, which
worried Markham. Putting his friend down on top of a nearby wooden crate, the knight shouted
to the crewmen over his shoulder.
Abandon ship! The magics not holding!
The experienced seamen didnt have to be told twice. As one, they rushed for the stairs.
Markham started unbuckling his armor. He knew if he tried to jump into the sea like this, the
weight of it would drag him straight to the bottom. By the time he was finished shedding the last
of his gleaming metal plates, the water level was up to his chest. The powerful Solamnic Knight
threw his unconscious friend over one shoulder, and allowed the rushing stream to carry them to
the stairs, then fought his way up to the next deck.
By now, their clothes were thoroughly soaked. Markham sputtered water and made his
way to the next set of steps, past their cabins. All of their stuff was still in the chests, at the foot
of their berths. No time for any of it, now. The only possessions Mark kept were his magic
sword and his masterwork Solamnic dagger, both sheathed on his back and his belt, respectively.
Shadowsong was Duncan Shadowmakers Masterblade, the last sword he would ever forge in
this life. There was no way he could face the aged dwarven weaponsmith if he lost Shadowsong
in something as trifling as a shipwreck.
Come on, Jase, he told the limp and listless mage, One more deck to go. Then we
jump for it.
The ship was listing to port and astern now. The knight half-dragged, half-carried his
living burden up the steps, and then readjusted the boys weight to his other shoulder. Men were
screaming, grabbed makeshift floatation devices out of the shattered planks and pieces of the
foremast, or chopped them up with axes from the ships carpenters toolbox. He found the
captain in the center of the deck, yelling to his men and helping them lash a series of boards
together to make a raft. There were too many sailors left for the Solamnic Knight to consider
taking up any space with them. Roughly fifteen yards off to starboard was the longboat, loaded
with passengers, and taking on more. Markham quickly decided that the longboat was their best
option, and jumped off the starboard rail with Jasryn held tightly in his grasp.
The pair of them knifed into the water, and then quickly submerged several feet. The
first thing Markham noticed was that the water was cold, but not nearly so much as it should be.
It felt like diving into Crystalmir Lake in High Summer. The second thing he noticed was the
shimmering surface of the water, high above them. No time to think. Mark started swimming in
the direction his air bubbles went, pulling Jase with him.
After several long moments, Marks chest felt tight, and he found himself hoping that
Jasryn wasnt drowning, that theyd even make it to the surface before he passed out. Finally,
sputtering water, Mark broke the surface, and took in deep breaths. He quickly checked Jasryn,
who was coughing. The boy had swallowed some water, but he was alive.
Easy, easy, Markham told him. Were back in the air again. Take it easy, Jase. Let
me do all the work.
Unable to speak, Jasryn simply nodded. He was pale, both from spellcasting and the near
drowning in cold water. The boy mage was unbelievably weak, could hardly able to keep his
eyes open. Markham knew if he let go, his friend would slip beneath the waves and drown for
sure.
Mercidith! he cried. In the scarlet moonlight of Lunatari, Mark dimly made out the
darker shape of a ships boat, and tried to swim closer. Men were splashing in the water all
around them, also screaming for help. Some tried to swim for shore. Just eight feet away was
the hull of the windjammer, shimmering lamplight shone high above them. The ship was listing
badly now, and Mark knew it would only be a few minutes until she sank. He knew he had to
get away, put some distance between them and the sinking vessel. When those masts came down
with their enormous sails, there was a darned good chance theyd be caught underneath one of
them. Merci! Dorian! Shyla! Somebody!
Salt water and brine shot into his open mouth, and Markham spit it out, coughing.
Maybe, he reflected, this wasnt such a good idea after all. Maybe he shouldve waited for the
captain to finish building that raft, and taken a ride with him. Too late now. Hed just have to
concentrate on swimming. They were halfway between the ship and the longboat when
Markham noticed the first body.
It was Mattwren Kroft, the second mate. A big man, Matt had his arms wrapped around a
section of the shattered foremast, which was floating on the waves. His eyes were wide and
staring, his mouth hung open, and his skin was the same shade of pale Markham had once seen
on the Vampire Nefariant. The knight knew Matt wasnt undead, he was just plain dead. Killed
in the sub-arctic temperatures of the water.
Markham threw Jasryn over the top of the wood, grabbed some loose rope, and looped it
just under his friends shoulders, securing him to the mast. That finished, he looked into Matts
eyes, and briefly wondered why he and Jase werent dead of the cold, too. Then he remembered.
It was the spell Jase used to keep me warm earlier. That must be it! If this incantation
lasted as long as some of Jasryns other spells, Markham knew he had anywhere between two
and six hours before it started to wear off. Hopefully, that was enough time for help to arrive.
Markham Swordhawk listened to the sounds of men calling for help in the dark, and
hoped ships would arrive to rescue them soon.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ongratulations, youve passed your Test, Dalamar the Dark informed the boy,
and the expression on the dark elfs face was ambiguous. Jasryn was standing in the Hall of
Mages in the Tower at Wayreth. Arcane globes of multicolored light spilled stark, cold
illumination on everything. The onyx stone in the walls reflected this magical white light with a
high gloss, and shadows clung to the chambers far corners. The three high-backed seats,
normally occupied by the Heads of the three Orders of magic, were empty.
Surrounding Jasryn were a half-dozen black-robed wizards. Dalamar the Dark,
Gothard, Mordant, Ian Koonan, Lundar Eclipse, and others. Off to one side were a small group
of white and red robed mages, including Master Palin, Caitlyn, and Tamil. They were sadly
shaking their heads, standing silent and grim. Jasryn swallowed. Everything had that strange
quality of an almost-dream, that portended of a vision. Jasryn Storm had many of those, usually
when hed exhausted himself in the craft.
Firmly held in his right hand was a staff of ash, crowned with an ornate platinumwrought dragon, a magically glowing sapphire ball set in the dragons wings. Arion, the Staff
of Joman Noothschoan. No, it was called that no longer. Now, the artifact had a new owner.
It was the Staff of Jasryn Stormlord.
Slowly, fearful of what he knew hed see, Jasryn looked down at himself. He was
wearing fine silken robes of the darkest shade of night, robes which fit him well. The young
mage looked up at the dark elf that was the Head of his new Order with horror.
Welcome to the Order of Black Robes, Jasryn Stormlord.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Jasryn took a step backward.
No...NO!
Dalamar frowned deeply, showing his displeasure. No, what? No, you wish you hadnt
passed your Test? You did. With flying colors, I might add.
Jasryn swallowed. Everything hed just been through, all of it, was his final Test? Hed
heard of something like this from the senior apprentices and from his teachers. He knew the
Test examined a candidates character. Last time, back when he was sixteen, hed barely passed
a watered-down version of it, required because hed successfully cast a flying spell, equal to a
fireball. The Test determined if he was willing to give himself completely over to the magic, and
how he did it decided which robe he would ultimately wear.
I...passed?
Indeed. You slaughtered a white dragon with your lightning bolts, then sacrificed an
entire ships crew, as well as your own party members, all to obtain the staff you now hold.
Bold, stated Gothard, his green eyes glinting in the stark light.
Ruthless, and cunning, agreed Mordant. Her black hair glowed like silk. Acts
worthy of Raistlin Majere himself.
My Shalafi only slew his brother, during his own Test of High Wizardry, intoned
Dalamar, pride in his voice. Tales of legend, just prior to the last Dragon War. Even so,
Raistlin only killed his twin in an illusion. Your Test was quite real. You allowed all those
people to die, drowned in the icy sea, all to obtain this wondrous magical artifact crafted in the
Age of Dreams
Jasryn woke with a gasp, breathing hard, his heart hammering in his chest. The bed
sheets were soaking wet. He was soaked in his own sweat.
Youre awake, a teenaged boy stated, and immediately handed Jasryn a cup of water.
He took it, closed his eyes, and swallowed greedily. Shakily, he handed the empty cup back.
The boy refilled it from a pitcher on a nightstand.
This time, Jasryn swallowed more slowly, taking in his surroundings. Sunlight flowed in
through an open window, golden beams visible in the dancing dust. The rooms walls were
worked granite, dwarven construction, and very solid. The floor was also made of the same
stone, with the hide of some wild beast serving as an area rug. The furniture was made of wood,
but very old, and chipped in places. The linen was similarly worn, and the blanket, which
covered him, had been patched in places.
The boy, perhaps a year or two younger than Jasryn, wore the tabard of a squire of
Solamnia. Through the open window, Jasryn heard the sounds of marching troops, shouted
orders, and metal swords clashing together in practice. Slowly, the young mage drained the
second cup of water, and realized where he was.
The Solamnic Fortress of Pontigoth, he pronounced. Theyor at least, hemustve
been rescued and brought here. With a start, Jasryn remembered his dream, and what it
portended. My friends, Sir Markham, Garnet, and Princess Mercidith
Are all safe, Sir Mage, the boy said formally, if a little stiffly. The Solamnic
Knighthood was not fond of magic-users, although they respected the White Wizards. Jasryn
nodded, understanding that the squire was simply doing his duty. Hed probably watched him,
even nursed him, for several days now, perhaps for weeks. A ship rescued your party, and
brought you back here.
Fafnir lay curled on the blanket on top of his feet. The brave little pseudodragon had
never left his side. An image filled his mind, how Fafnir stayed aloft, hovering just above the
waves, refusing to abandon him, no matter how tired he was. The little dragon remained
steadfast, until Jasryn was laid in this bed, carefully tended by clerics and this squire. Images of
Markham, insistently ordering rare medicinal powders for his childhood friend, filled his head.
The young mages eyebrow rose skeptically. All?
All of your ships passengers, the squire amended. I had best get Sir Markham. He
wanted to know the moment you woke. Your robes were cleaned. Tis in the chest at the foot of
your bed. Im afraid your leather boots were ruined, however. I dried them out as best as I
could.
Nodding politely, the squire took his leave. Jasryn watched the solid oak door open, then
close. He sat there for several minutes, listening to the knights drilling outside his window,
taking personal inventory, breathing deeply, and trying to get his emotions under control.
That was no dream hed had! It was a vision from Solinari. He felt it, knew the signs. It
was a warning. Everything, this entire mission, the lives of his friends, depended on him.
Dorian Barrett led them as usual, but they were about to enter a dangerous domain of the
magical. He and the Black Robe, Lundar Eclipse, were the only ones who really knew what they
were facing. Once they entered the Kadothan Grove, the Guardian Forest of Daltigoth Tower, all
bets were off. Jasryn and Lundars pooled knowledge and skill would be all that could possibly
shield the others.
The door creaked open, and Markham Swordhawk stepped inside. He was wearing
knightly robes instead of his armor. It was a beautiful woolen garment with the Coat of Arms of
the Order of the Crown embroidered on the front and back. His greatsword was also strapped to
his back, and a dagger was sheathed at his belt.
How are you feeling? Markham asked, concern written on his face. His friend looked
like he hadnt slept in awhile, and Jasryn suspected Mark had spent many long hours at his
bedside.
Like I just fought a dragon and nearly drowned, Jasryn replied. His flashed a smile at
his own wit, felt a wave of dizziness pass, and frowned. How long was I out?
Three days, Markham replied, stepping closer. You slept like the dead. Ive never
seen you this bad. Timberwolf and Mercidith both said there was nothing they could do for your
ailment.
Im lucky to be alive, Jasryn agreed, remembered his dream, and the reality that had
formed it. I nearly drained myself dry. Did I save the ship?
Markham made a face. She went down. Your spell faded when you lost consciousness.
I guess you didnt have the strength left to complete it.
Jases voice was a whisper. The crew?
A third survived, Markham told him. As well as all of us.

A third. Twenty people, out of nearly sixty sailors. The boy swallowed. He looked
away, stared at the wall. The even lines of gray mortar between the blocks were strangely
comforting.
Dont feel badly about it, Markham told him, his voice strong and resounding. He put
a comforting hand on Jasryns. If it hadnt been for you, none of us wouldve survived. You
helped finish that dragon off, dont forget. The sailors who died later made the foolish mistake
of jumping into the freezing cold water. They were dead in minutes. Most of those who
survived were either in the longboat, or on the makeshift raft Captain Dromond built at the last
minute.
Jasryn listened, then thought for a few minutes. His logical mind realized something.
How could anybody have
Have survived the water? We wouldnt have, you and me, if it hadnt been for that spell
of yours to keep us warm.
Endure the Elements, Jasryn nodded, and then realized something else. And your
armor?
At the bottom of the Bay of Darkness, along with the rest of our gear, Markham told
him. Im having new armor made as we speak.
Jasryn blinked, understanding. A full suit of plate armor was not something that could be
kept in stock, even at an established Solamnic fortress. Each suit had to be custom-made for
each individual knight. Fortunately, while the cold weather here prevented the growing of crops,
the mining, smelting, and forging of steel and other metals would be unimpaired. The
blacksmith shop would be doing a brisk business indeed.
Garnets making it for me. He said itd take at least another week, which is the same
amount of time Mercidith and Lundar said it would take you to recuperate. The KnightCommanders outfitting us with replacements for all of our missing gear, including new horses.
Jasryn winced. Sorry about Firefoot.
Again, dont concern yourself, Markham replied with a smile. Were alive, and were
in relatively one piece. Cant ask for more than that, after a clash with a dragon.
The door creaked open again. It was the squire, bearing a tray of food for Jasryn. He set
it down on the nightstand, then walked out again without a word.
Friendly type, Jasryn remarked, nodding to the door the squire had just passed through.
Treated me like hed found me under a rock.
Most of the knighthood still doesnt trust mages, Markham answered, picked up the
tray, and settled it across Jasryns lap. Change takes time. You know that.
Time we may not have, Jasryn answered. On the tray were a steaming bowl of green
pea soup, a hunk of bread, and a mug of red wine. He stirred the soup, and then slurped it. He
suddenly stopped.
Mark, my spellbook! It was in my Bag of Holding
Thats safe, Markham said, calmly. Eclipse emptied your magic bag in front of me
and Dorian. First thing he checked was the spellbook, and he pronounced it clean and dry, along
with everything else inside. The knight frowned. Including three small chests of treasure. We
counted over 15,000 steel pieces, 6,800 platinum pieces, and over 20,000 worth in precious
gems. I had no idea you were that wealthy.
Jasryn shrugged. Hey, the fortunes mine by right of inheritance. Dont look at me like
that. I was planning to split it up between our friends. You know me, Mark.
Aye, I do, Markham replied. And it is yours, Jase. No one would blame you if you
kept it. You gave up a castle and lands.
Thats not my way. For now, take what you think is fair, and pay the Knight
Commander for his hospitality, would you?
Markham nodded. Later, when you feel better. Everything you had on your person is in
that wooden chest by your bed. You can go through it later.
Good. Now, what else arent you telling me?
Markhams face fell. Is it that obvious?
Jasryn deliberately put down the spoon and stared.

Okay, Lord Mikal Kollyn Swiftlance heard that youre a baron with the Knights of
Neraka. You were wearing a gold signet ring on your left hand, and the presence of an assassin
and the black robed wizard in our party didnt help matters. He wants to question you
thoroughly when youve recovered.
Shouldnt be a problem, Jasryn commented, dipping a piece of bread into his soup and
eating it. Im a white robed mage, apprentice to Palin Majere himself, and Ive got a Knight of
Solamnia to stick up for me. You did stick up for me, didnt you?
Of course. Lord Mikal still wants to question you, however. He thinks I may have been
bewitched.
Jasryn smiled. Yeah, right. Course, I cant fault him for distrusting Lundar and Sunder.
Far as Im concerned, theyre really the enemy.
Markham sighed. I know. The Nerakan Knights have their own agenda, especially
those two. But Lord Gavin says otherwise, and I have my orders. As do you. Orders from the
Head of your Order, who just so happens to be your master.
Jasryn threw a piece of dried meat to Fafnir. The little dragon tasted it, then spit it out
and gave Jasryn a dirty look. He wants fresh meat, alive and squeaking. Well, this is a castle.
Therere bound to be mice somewhere.
The mage bit down and spoke his fears in a low tone. Palins not here to speak up for
us. Neither is Lord Gavin
Markham Swordhawk straightened so quickly, Jasryn thought Mark was going to attack
him. The knights eyes gleamed in the light. Do not ever let me hear you say that again. Tis
insubordination, and dishonorable
Tis dishonorable to follow a half-elven mercenary ranger, whos just in this for the
money.
Mark was caught up short. I know. But Dorians a member of the peeragehis father
was a Solamnic Knight, so Im told. Dorians also the best at what he does, and things could be
worse. We have two rangers to guide us into dangerous territory. Much as I hate to admit it, it
also makes logical sense to have a Black Wizard to help us against the black magic traps and
undead creatures down in the catacombs, and also to have along a Spawn assassin, on an island
ruled by an evil dragon tyrant.
Jasryn sighed, and ate some more soup. Any more good news?
Danvil Felcrafts somewhere on the island.
That we knew already. Does he know were here yet?
No, Markham told him. At least, we dont think so. Lundars keeping us shielded
with some kind of advanced magic. He said hes been weaving shadows around you especially.
Probably a False Vision spell, Jasryn muttered, slurping some more soup. It defeats
scrying magic. I cant cast it yet.
Markham rose silently, went to the window. The sunlight shone in his hair, played off
his knightly robes. The sound of marching feet as soldiers drilled on the cobblestones filled the
small room. Softly, Markham Swordhawk spoke.
By my troth, I do not trust Lundar Eclipse. But I have my orders, and I am bound by the
Oath and the Measure. Tis my duty to obey.
Spoken like a true Crown Knight, Jasryn thought, but held his tongue. If he lived through
this, Markham would someday become a Knight of the Rose; Jasryn was certain of that.
The knight crossed to the door, laid a hand on the latch. Get some rest, he said, and left
the room. The latch shut with a metallic click.
Jasryn watched the closed wooden door for some time, lost in thought. Memories
intruded, and he pushed them away, trying to concentrate on their mission. The young mage ate
his meal absent-mindedly, mentally preparing a strategy for getting past the Dreamwood. First,
he would deal with the knowns. The Devil you know....
Danvil Felcraft, the devil he knew very well. Former black robed wizard turned renegade
mage. And a Thorn Knight, outlaw of the Conclave. He used the wild magic to some extent, but
he mainly relied upon spellbooks from all three Orders of magic, which was forbidden. The Red
Robes could technically learn magic from all three Orders, but that was not a blanket permission.
Their borrowed spells were limited to lower- and mid-level incantations.
Danvil had murdered gentle old Serannon, Jasryns first master, and kidnapped him when
hed been quite small. It was Danvil whod engineered Jasryns adoption by Baron Von
Bladmere, and then apprenticed him to himself, so one day the necromancer could rule the
barony with Jasryn as a puppet ruler. The best way to describe their relationship was...unhealthy.
Danvil had tried his best to seduce a young, magical child to the dark side.
Jasryn shuddered. He knew hed eventually have to confront his old master, as well as
fathers old captain, Sir Cean Ganoke Blackgaard, and the rest of the baronys militia, which
Jasryn had inherited. Years ago, the young mage had cultivated friendships at the Solace
Solamnic outpost, enough to ask a favor of the posts commander; Jasryn had asked Lord Warren
to obtain what information the Knighthood had on Vilderoff, Baron Von Bladmere and
company. The report had been brief, but frightening. Whole towns had been burned and looted.
Their inhabitants either enslaved or slaughtered. Children as young as ten were led off in chains
to mines, or conscripted into the forces of darkness. If they had managed to hold Jasryn in
Neraka, keep him on as the new baron....
Stop it, Jasryn said to the empty room. No sense dwelling on the past, on what-mighthave-beens. His friends had saved him from that horrible fate. Theyd grown up together in
Solace, the cradle of heroes. He was a White Robe mage, one so powerful the Dark Knights
thought twice before confronting him.
Now, he had to figure out a way to get nine people safely through the legendary
Dreamwood, and down into the catacombs under the ruins of the Tower there.
The boy stared at the glittering silver Ring of Protection on his finger.
Jasryn rose, pushing aside his tray. With apprehension, he strode barefooted across the
cold stone floor to the wooden chest. It was unlocked (who would dare to steal from an
unconscious guest in a Solamnic fortress?) and he lifted the lid. Inside was his white samite
mages robe, clean, pressed, and neatly folded. His leather belt, coiled, with pouches of spell
components hanging from it. A pair of soft leather traveling boots, now stained dark brown from
the sea. His enchanted twin silver Bracers of Defense, his sheathed Dagger of Returning, and
the navy blue velvet Bottomless Bag with the white pegasus embroidered on it.
Cautiously, Jasryn lifted the robe, letting the soft silk material unfold by itself. The
weave felt like gossamer. He held it to his face and smelled it.
Like new. The cloth held no trace of salt, or the briny seawater it had been soaked in.
Jasryn ran his fingers across the garment, which was interwoven with silver and gold thread. He
caressed the embroidered runes at the neckline, cuffs, and hem. These arcane runes protected the
wearer from magical assault such as Charm spells, became as hard as steel plates under a
magical armor spell, and also, apparently, protected the garment itself from physical destruction
by the elements.
Thank goodness, he breathed. From written accounts, tomes archived in the libraries at
the Academy of Magic and Master Palins private library at home, the runes woven into the
robes of a mage allowed him to pass freely through the Guardian Forests, right on up to the gates
of the Tower, without hindrance. Any guests, however, would either need the permission of the
Master of the Tower, or need to be under some spell of protection.
Jasryn stared at the gleaming white samite for a moment, still haunted by his dream...if
dream it was. Black silk had adorned his thin frame. It had been this very same robe, magically
turned black by the change in him. The cost of passing his Test, of obtaining and mastering an
artifact from the Age of Dreams, was high indeed. The loss of his innocence, his convictions,
the deaths of all his friends
No, the young mage told himself firmly. He slipped into the robe, letting the soft
material caress his skin for a moment. Felcraft, Eclipse, and Lockhart are all liars. Id never
betray my friends, or be the cause of Marks death. Itll never happen! Ill not wear a black
robe. Never.
Theyll never let us out, Jib Dromond moaned bitterly, grasping the iron bars of their
cell, deep beneath the Solamnic fortress. Never.
Sure they will, Dorian Barrett told him, sounding cheerful. He was standing on the
opposite side of the bars, grasping the hilt of his rapier. The small ruby set in the pommel
sparkled as it caught the lamplight. Give the Solamnic Knighthood a year or three. The Knight
Commander will calm down, be willing to let bygones be bygones, and drop all charges.
You never said you were working for the Knighthood, ranger, Jib told him, resting his
forehead against the cool steel bars, and closed his eyes. They took it as an insult to their
precious honor when I cold-cocked you.
You also saved the rangers life, Maran corrected, trying to help.
Rangerlord, Dorian insisted. His eyes blazed with anger.
My lord, Timberwolf injected. The shaman was standing by the wall in the cell
corridor. He did save your life.
Why dont you be quiet, Tim? Dorian snapped, turning around. Timberwolf held his
hands up in mock surrender, and tried not to smile. The half-elf returned his attention to the two
men in the cell, frowning deeply. What you did to me wasnt really the problem. You also
abused the young White Robe.
I what? Jib asked, straightening.
That boy just happens to be apprenticed to the head of his Order. Hes also childhood
friends with the Solamnic Knight who was with us, and hes a nobleman from Neraka.
A nobleman from Neraka, Dromond repeated dully, unbelieving. Since when does
the Solamnic Knighthood care about nobles from Neraka?
Dorian approached the bars. Man, you just dont get it, do you? That boys well
connected. He rejected the evil of the Dark Knighthood to join our side. The Solamnics are
honor-bound to protect him, and you were treating him like your own personal deck-hand!
IWhat did I do? Jib asked, trying to sound innocent.
You nearly got the young mage killed, thats what you did, Dorian revealed. He let
that hang in the air for a moment.
Jibs throat closed. How did I almost get him killed? I ordered the mages to cast their
magic spells against an attacking dragon, for crying out loud!
No, thats not it, the Rangerlord continued, stepping closer to the bars. You kept
asking him to fill your sails with wind, to make us go faster. That was completely unnecessary
in these waters. The winds fair to begin with, from all the blizzards and snowstorms on this
island.
So? Jib asked, trying to sound ignorant, even though he suspected what the rangers
answer was going to be.
So, a mage can only cast so many spells before he exhausts himself, Dorian explained.
Jasryn was completely unprepared for combat, which you, as a captain whod sailed these
waters many times before, shouldve expected. Now that boy is lying in a coma, because he
tried desperately to save the lives of your crew!
Jib swallowed at this revelation. Oh.
Oh? the Rangerlord mocked. Theyll send you to the mines for this, if they dont
behead you!
Minings not so bad, Maran commented lightly. He was lying on the cells cot, in the
shadows. Lots of good food, exercise, free bodyguard protection
Ha, ha, ha, ha. You should be a stand-up comedian with the carnival, Maran, Jib told
him bitterly.
Might try that, Maran continued. Need a new line of work, what with the Swan at the
bottom of the Bay of Darkness, and whats left of our crew signing on with another ship. Whats
left for a former first mate to do?
Why dont you go join them? Jib asked, honestly wanting to know the answer. The
charges are against me, not you. Theyll probably let you go, am I right?
Dorian stood in silence for a heartbeat, and then nodded. They only arrested Maran
because hes your first mate. Evidence given by Baron Jasryns friends has cleared him.
Baron?
Again, Dorian nodded. Jasryn Storm is the adopted son of the last Baron Von
Bladmere. That kids inherited the title, the castle, and all lands.
For all the good it does him, on this side of the border, Timberwolf quipped. Once
again, Dorian shot him a dirty look. Okay! Ill shut up.
Dorian cleared his throat, and regarded the beleaguered first mate, still lying on the cot.
You could go adventuring with us. Where were going, we can use all the help we can get.
Youd be handy in a fight.
Maran looked up, his expression thoughtful. Therell be treasure?
The half-elf nodded and smiled. Treasure aplenty, so Im told. Coins, gems, jewelry,
and weapons. Many magical artifacts down there also, and their former owners dont need them
anymore.
Marans blue eyes flashed, darting to his friend and captain. I dont make a move
without Jib. Hes my skipper, after all.
The Rangerlord looked thoughtful for a moment. Dunno. The Knights are pretty
miffed, but Ill see what I can do.
Just then, the sound of rattling keys could be heard coming from the other side of a
locked door at the end of the cellblock, latches turned, and the heavy iron door opened. Booted
feet echoed on stones, and three Solamnic Knights in full armor stood there. A lady knight was
among them, arms crossed. In one hand was a rolled scroll of parchment. Her eyes were like
steel daggers that ripped directly into Jibs soul. The former sea captain tried not to flinch under
that gaze, and smiled warmly at her.
The lady knight was not amused. She unrolled the parchment, and then read from it.
Captain Jib Dromond, also known as Jib Donovan, Master of the schooner Silver Swan,
registered out of Northern Ergoth. You are hereby charged with the following crimes: On the
Fifteenth of Mishamont, you did willfully interfere with representatives of the Solamnic
Knighthood in the performance of their duty, to wit, Ranger Dorian Barrett Starbow and Mage
Jasryn Storm. That you did strike said ranger and assaulted him. That you deliberately urged
Mage Storm into exhausting himself nearly to the point of death.
The lady knight paused for effect, glaring at the prisoner through the bars. Jib continued
to smile, but swallowed as she read the list of charges. After a few moments, the knight went on.
We have word that Mage Storm is awake, and is expected to make a complete recovery.
He has stated emphatically that he does not wish to press charges. The ranger likewise has asked
for leniency in your case, as you were under extreme stress at the time.
Oh, good, Jim told her. That means youll let me go? he asked hopefully.
The Solamnic Knight made a face, and her silver armor gleamed in the torchlight as she
moved. It means you wont hang. Youll be sentenced to five years hard labor in the mines of
Everness.
What? But you just said
Knight Commander Swiftlance is reluctant to drop the charges, as your actions very
nearly resulted in the death of the young White Wizard. He is also a close friend of Sir Markham
Swordhawk, and the apprentice of Palin Majere
Excuse me, Lady Tiara, am I correct in assuming that the Knight Commander can
commute the captains sentence to service?
Why would my father want to do that? Tiara asked, whirling in the Rangerlords
direction.
The Ergothian seamans eyebrows shot up. Tiara Swiftlance? The Commander of this
fortress is her father?
Dorian pulled the lady knight aside, toward the far wall, and the pair exchanged heated
whispers in the dim light. Arms windmilled, hands shot out in angry gestures. A few snatches
of conversation drifted over to Jibs cell. dont care if he saved your life...the mage nearly
died...pirate to boot...dont trust him or you, half-elf!
Jib winced. So, the Knights of Solamnia finally found out about the infamous Black
Swan, which had been terrorizing the forces of Neraka. This could go either way. I suppose its
a good sign she didnt name piracy among the list of charges.
The two finished their conversation, and walked back to the cell. Tiara looked dejected,
angry, and venomous. When she spoke, her breath came out in an angry hiss.
Youre in luck, Captain. Rangerlord Barrett is requesting your help on his quest.
Personally, I dont see what good youll be down in an ancient tomb
Tomb?
but, you have a reputation as a swordsman. Barrett will speak in your behalf when
your case is brought before my father. Let me warn you right now. I and a few other good
knights will be escorting Rangerlord Barretts party, and if you should even think of betraying
us, you wont live long enough to regret it. Ill kill you myself. Am I perfectly clear?
The sea captain nodded dumbly. The knights filed out, leaving him and Maran to think.
CHAPTER NINE
ord Jasryn Storm, Baron Von Bladmere, the Knight Commander intoned, his
voice tinged with barely contained malice. Three sets of eyes sat at the head table, studying the
white-robed magician intently. This Knights Council has several questions for you.
They were in the Great Hall of the Solamnic Fortress at Daltigoth. Eighty feet long, half
that as wide. The party couldve ridden in here on horseback, and still had plenty of room to
maneuver. The walls were constructed of white marble, carved and fitted by master stonemasons
untold centuries ago. Painted glass windows eighteen feet tall dominated the walls on both sides
of the hall at regular intervals, depicting Paladine, his Knighthood, and all that was good and just
in mortal combat with the forces of darkness. Heroes out of legend, some long dead and passed
from the memory of men, battled on in those windows. Jasryn recognized Huma Dragonbane,
but as was typical, Humas friends, Kaz the minotaur and Magius the Mage were noticeably
absent.
Outside, the wind howled like an animal in torment. Blown snow flew past the windows
in blasts of white crystals, brilliant in the sunshine. The temperature outside was a brisk 45
degrees, and this was considered springtime for Southern Ergoth. The temperature in the hall
was just as chilled.
The hospitality of these knights is as cold as the weather, Dorian had warned Jasryn,
just before they entered the Great Hall. Watch your back, young mage.
An honor guard of four knights stood by the high table at the far end of the hall, two to a
side. Scores of knights, either wearing plate armor or dressed in knightly robes, occupied the
seats and lined the walls. All were obviously curious about the young wizard from Solace and
his party. A chill ran up the teenagers spine. He had a strong sense of deja vu.
Solinari, not again.

Jasryn had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. He was a White Robe wizard, for crying
out loud! When would these men learn to trust them? Palin Majere had worked long and hard to
establish good relations with the Solamnic Knighthood; his daughter, Linda, was a Knight of
Solamnia. And in Solace, the Academy of Magic had personally shored up the Solamnic
Outposts defenses with their craft.
The hall was lavishly appointed. The long table the Knight Commander and two others
sat at was finely carved and finished in gold leaf. On the stone wall beyond them was an
enormous portrait of a knight Jasryn recognized as Sturm Brightblade. Laid out carefully on the
table before them were several scrolls and books, with blank parchment, ink and quills at hand.
Knight Commander Mikal Kollyn Swiftlance studied the young mage before him, his long
mustaches twitching. The silvery-steel armor of every knight in the room was polished to a fine
sheen, which brilliantly reflected the sunlight that streamed in through high windows.
Jasryn looked no less resplendent in his white samite robes, as sunshine reflected the gold
and silver thread which inscribed the magical runes woven into the silk cloth. The boy had
bathed and combed out his long hair, which now shone. His sapphire eyes missed nothing.
Fafnir lay curled about his masters shoulders, completely visible. To Jasryns sides and behind
him stood his friends, including Sir Markham Swordhawk. The presence of Lundar Eclipse and
Sunder didnt help matters, but he didnt see any harm in them being present, either.
Despite appearances, this was a court of law. While the Knights of Solamnia had not
formally charged him with anything, Jasryn still felt as if he were on trial again.
Might as well get this over with.
Please be seated, Lord Mikal intoned, and regarded several plush chairs before the
table.
Princess Mercidith sat regally to his left, and Jasryn tried to imitate her as he took his
seat. He kept his face impassive, and tried his best to present himself as Palin Majeres
apprentice. Dorian, Timberwolf, Lundar, Garnet, Shyla, and Gnebbich also sat down. Behind
him and to his right, Markham remained standing, as did Sunder.
May I speak as Jasryn Storms advocate, my lord? Markham asked formally.
Lord Jasryn isnt charged with any crime, Knight Swordhawk, Lord Mikal informed
him. The unspoken word yet hung in the air. We just have a few questions for the good
magician, thats all.
Okay, Jasryn said, addressing the knight commander. What do you want to know?
Mikal Swiftlance folded his hands on the table before him and met the young mages
eyes. Please put yourself at ease, my lord. This wont take but a few minutes.
Jasryn nodded. Everyone else looked decidedly uncomfortable, probably because this
reminded them too much of his trial in Neraka. I know you to be a White Wizard of the most
sterling character. Your friends have spoken highly of you.
Thank you, Lord.
Mikal stroked his mustaches. Yet, I am understandably curious. How is it that a white
robed wizard, raised in Solace, came to hold a title, castle, and lands in Neraka?
The teenager ran his tongue across dry lips. This wouldnt be easy.
As a small child, I was adopted by Baron Vilderoff Von Bladmere, Lord Mikal, Jasryn
answered coolly. I am his only heir.
Yes, so Im told. Please forgive me for speaking ill of your deceased father, but weve
had reports that Baron Von Bladmere was a villain of the most base sort. Mikal picked up a
large piece of parchment and read from it. Von Bladmere rode a red dragon in the War of the
Lance, and reportedly bore a blessed silver Dragonlance which must have been stolen from the
Knights of Solamnia. He regularly raided villages across the border in Throt, burning,
murdering and enslaving peaceful peoples as he went. He similarly oppressed the populace of
his own barony. For such a man to have adopted an orphaned child is...unusual at best.
I know this well, Jasryn explained, his voice dropping. My early years were spent on
a farm in Throt. I was the ward of the red robed mage, Serannon. My fathers men, including
the Black Wizard Danvil Felcraft, and the evil knight Sir Cean Ganoke Blackgaard, murdered
Serannon and kidnapped me on one of those raids. I was adopted because I bore a striking
resemblance to the barons dead son, Edmund.
I see. So he adopted you solely because you happened to look like his deceased son?
Mikal asked, his tone stating that he doubted the tale.
Thats what Danvil Felcraft always told me, Jasryn explained simply. Usually, the
truth was best, but Jasryn had learned it was even better to reveal as little of the truth as possible.
If I may speak, my lord, Princess Mercidith spoke up with a slight incline of her head.
The lady was dressed in a fine blue gown, her hair done up in an elaborate coif, with pins and
pearls. Her gown, borrowed from the stores here in the Solamnic city, was older of fashion, but
very neat and clean.
Of course, your Highness.
Lord Mikal, Jasryn was an unwilling pawn of those evil men. Danvil Felcraft, whose
reputation is well known, engineered Jasryns adoption. Jasryn was born to magic, and Felcraft
had quickly apprenticed him, mayhap to eventually rule the barony through the boy.
Mikal Swiftlance nodded. That makes sense, your Highness. I understand the boy
rejected the evil they so desperately pressed upon him. As a mere novice casting cantrips, he
stole the keys from a guard and freed the Swordhawk brothers from a dungeon cell, saving them
from certain death. Very good, very good. Now, quite frankly, what I cannot understand is the
presence of these twogentlemenin your party.
Jasryn flashed a smile. Lundar Eclipse is here on assignment from the Wizards
Conclave. He accompanies us on the direct request of my master, Lord Palin Majere. As for
Sunder
I am sworn to protect the baron, the cloaked figure intoned darkly. Once more, Sunder
appeared to be an unusually tall human, his face mostly hidden in the shadow of his hood, and he
possibly hid a longsword under his cape. The illusionary properties of the enchanted black cloak
did nothing to disguise Sunders deep baritone and gravelly quality of his voice, however.
I see. Then you are a retainer? Lord Mikal asked.

After a fashion.
Markham coughed and made a face, but didnt say anything. His superior immediately
caught the expression. You have something to add, Knight Swordhawk?
Ah...no, my lord, the young knight quickly replied, perhaps a bit too quickly.
Yes, you do, the knight seated to Mikals left stated emphatically. Lord Sir Richmund
Courtiers eyes gleamed. He served as adjudicator for the Knights Council, and very little
escaped him. Out with it, Sir Markham. Any useful information needs to be brought before
this council.
Marks face turned red. Idreally rather not, my lord.
It is your duty, Crown Knight Swordhawk, Mikal reminded him, his tone pressing. All
noticed that the Rose Knight was not-so-subtlety pressing his rank on the young knight. Jasryn,
having grown up with Mark, knew something of the Measure; a Crown Knight was pledged to
obey his lawful superiors above all.
Marks jaw worked. Jasryn looked up, and the two old friends exchanged a glance.
Well...
Fortunately, Sunder himself saved the young man from a very embarrassing situation.
Once more, he spoke up, out of turn.
What Sir Markham is rather reluctant to tell you gentlemen, is that for years, I served as
Herr barons assassin, Sunder intoned darkly. His words were straightforward. The former
baron, Vilderoff. I eliminated his lordships enemies, as was my duty.
The knights council stared at the mans candor in shock.
For pay, Markham added quickly, under his breath. His voice still carried, however.
Naturally, Sunder quickly agreed, turning to his left. If I could earn a decent living by
fulfilling my duty for the baron, what of it?
The knights in the room visibly stiffened and squirmed in their seats at this news. Dorian
hid a secret smile. Just wait till they a load of him without the cloak on.
My lords, Dorian Barrett began, standing up. His oiled dark-green hunting leathers
squeaked as he rose to his feet and bowed cavalierly. He was extremely conscious of the knights
thus assembled. If I might be so bold, just what is the purpose of questioning the integrity of
the young mage? As your Lordship said, Jasryn Storm is a white robed wizard of the most
sterling character. I suppose the real reason for this meeting is that youre fishing for
information on ournew companions from Neraka. Is this correct?
Lord Mikal appeared flabbergasted for a moment, but then he sat forward and nodded, his
long gray mustaches twitching. Yes, Master Barrett. A Black Wizard and an assassin cloaked
in black do indeed concern us. What surprises me is that you are not similarly concerned.
The Rangerlord smiled. Believe me, my lord, I am. I would welcome any chance to
ditch these two. However, I cannot deny Sunders loyalty to Jasryn, nor the fact that Lundar
Eclipse appears to be serving the will of Palin Majere and the Wizards Conclavewhatever
their true motivations might be.
Indeed. That does go to the heart of the problem, Lord Mikal stated. What exactly is
an evil mage doing in a party such as yourselves?
At this comment, the dark elf stood, his velvet sable robes billowing about his thin form
like smoke. Gentlemen, I do not have to stand here and take this abuse. I was sent by the ruling
council in Wayreth to secure an artifact of great historical significance
You want the staff for yourself, dark elf! Markham Swordhawk suddenly exclaimed,
seizing the opportunity. He hadnt forgotten the night Lundar Eclipse arrived. The elfin mage
had insulted his honor. When Mark had drawn his longsword that night, the metal hilt had
suddenly become far too hot to hold. His hand remained red and blistered until Mercidith had
healed it with her clerical powers.
Lundar turned to the knight, his purple-black eyes glinting in the sunlight. Swordhawk,
do you have the first clue as to the power of that artifact? Youre talking about a magical device
capable of controlling the element of Air. Arion is easily lethal enough to slay the dragon Frost
now also called Blizzardand his entire horde. I have already agreed to allow Jasryn to carry
the staff back to Wayreth Tower, but he does not know how to control it, nor how to access its
powers. Only I can teach him how to do that. In addition, you are planning to walk into what
remains of a Tower of High Sorcery. There are creatures that roam the dark places under the
earth, things beyond mortal ken. You will surely need my powers and knowledge of the arcane
to see you safely in and out of those catacombs.
Jasryns eyebrows went up at that admission. Arion can slay Frost? Again, the young
mage and his friend Markham exchanged a look. Jasryn shrugged, and Mark understood this to
mean he hadnt been aware of it until now.
Aye, we do need you, Dorian stated simply, turning to face him. He motioned to
Markham with his hand. That is precisely the reason Lord Palin gave for including you in our
group. Be still, Sir Markham. Dark and foreboding Lundar may be, but he has yet been loyal to
our cause. I see no reason for the false accusations, based solely on prejudice.
Markham fumed, but remained silent.
Jasryn stood, taking a step toward the half-elf. I must agree with the Rangerlord. I am
still an apprentice wizard, and my knowledge is limited. Until now, I had no idea Arion could be
wielded against Frost. Lundar is the senior mage between us, and in spite of all our fears, he has
done nothing to harm any member of our group.
Yet, Markham muttered, almost too low to be heard.
Lord Mikal sat back, studying the dark robed mage. Master Eclipse, I find myself
feeling apprehensive about allowing you to accompany these good people on their quest for the
artifact. Notwithstanding that I am sending four Solamnic Knights to escort them into the
catacombs, including my own daughter. What assurance can you give me that you will not
betray them?
Lundar Quarian Eclipse smiled a secret smile, almost completely hidden by his black
hood. When he spoke, it was in silvery tones, and Jasryn more than suspected he was attempting
to use a Charm spell; the Black Robes were notorious for enchantments, making people do what
they would not normally do.
I swear by the Black Moon that I serve, I will see these people safely to the ruins
beneath the Tower of Daltigoth. Lundar stated firmly.
Lord Mikal turned to Jasryn. Can he be trusted, Lord Jasryn?
The young White Wizard nodded once.
Yes, my lord. A mage can give no stronger oath than that. If Lundar Eclipse were to
violate his oath, Nuitari would abandon him. He would sacrifice all of his powers forever.
The Knight Commander pondered the White Robes words for a few moments. There
were murmurs between the knights scattered throughout the room, which immediately died down
when their lord spoke up once more.
Verily, Mikal pronounced. Master Eclipse, you will be permitted to accompany these
people to the ruins. I must remind you of your oath and your word. Jasryn Storm is to be
holding that staff in his hand when next we meet.
The dark elf smiled a greasy smile. But of course, my lord. I never intended
otherwise.
Dorian and Markham both scoffed, but said nothing.
Now, for the matter of this Sunder, the Knight Commander intoned. You admit to
being an assassin in the employ of the Knights of Neraka
Former assassin, my lord, Sunder corrected. And I was ever in the employ of the
Baron Von Bladmere.
Former assassin, then, Lord Mikal corrected. How does this council know that you
have abandoned your murderous ways and have properly repented?
You dont, Sunder agreed. You dont have any more proof than my word. On my
honor, I swore to protect the new baron from all who threaten him. Oh, and of course, there is
the proof of my physical condition
Sunder, dont! Dorian cried, but it was too late.
The man calling himself Sunder doffed the thick black cloak that had given the illusion of
a very tall, handsome, and mysterious human being. What appeared now shocked and horrified
the assembled knights. Sunder was seven feet tall, with a hideous reptilian face and sharp horns
that could gore a man, and gave him a fiendish appearance. His hands ended in razor sharp
talons, and fine sapphire dragon scales covered his entire body. Two batlike wings were folded
neatly against his shoulder blades, and looked large and powerful enough to permit flight.
Glowing yellow eyes regarded the men seated behind the table.
Paladines memory! Lord Mikal cried, rising from his seat. Knights to his left and
right quickly drew their weapons. Steel sang as it was withdrawn and unsheathed.
Put up your swords! Dorian cried. Hes one of us!
He wont hurt you! Jasryn added. On my word!
Bags! Lundar Eclipse cussed, preparing to spellcast. Now were going to have to
protect the fool from an entire Solamnic garrison!
Slowly, the Spawn raised both taloned hands to show they were empty. He lowered his
gaze, then slowly made eye-contact with the assembled knights on the council.
Behold! This is what the foul wyrm Khellendros did to me, Sunder told them all in a
strong, powerful voice. Slowly, he turned, so that everyone in the hall could get a good look.
Sunder seemed to revel in the looks of horror that now met him. On the orders of the Knights
of Neraka, who betrayed me. I was sent to the City of Palanthas, to endure the transformation
into this monster you now see before you. I hunt men no longer. I now use my unique skills to
hunt down and destroy dragons. You humans have nothing to worry about.
Mikal Swiftlance, already on his feet, swallowed audibly. Every man and woman in the
room was horrified. It took a few moments for the Rose Knight to find his voice. The
dragon...did this to you?
Are my motivations finally clear, Lord? Sunder inquired. I want revenge on every
last living wyrm. My liege, Baron Jasryn, is in possession of a blessed lance, a powerful weapon
that can slay any dragon. I only ask his leave to use it against the fell beasts.
At this, all eyes shot to the white robed wizard.
Thanks for spilling the beans, Sunder. I thought we all agreed to keep that a secret.
You found it? Garnet exclaimed. The dwarf banged the haft of his war-axe on the tile
floor. You found it and never told us?
You have a Dragonlance? Lord Richmund inquired.
Jasryn nodded quickly. My fathers. It was hidden in his study in Castle Ravenwood.
The lords of Neraka put Jasryn Storm on trial for treason in the matter of the missing
Dragonlance, Lord Mikal, Markham explained. He was tortured for days, until the Dark
Knights were satisfied he had no culpability in the weapons disappearance.
But you have the weapon now? Lord Mikal pressed.
Dorian nodded and stepped forward. The swashbuckler cut quite a dashing figure in his
hunting leathers. It was no wonder he was their groups leader. The kender is in possession of
it, my lord. Please bring forth the lance, Shyla.
The little Kender looked up at the big people with large, brown eyes. Slowly, she got up,
reached into her tunic, and pulled out what appeared to be a gleaming miniature replica of a
Dragonlance. The size of a magic-users wand, it gleamed in the sunlight, beautifully detailed,
right down to the dark red specks of dried dragon blood on the pronged silver head. Even from
this distance, Jasryn Storm could Sense magic pulsating from it. He knew this to be no scale
model. Hed held the weapon in his own two hands in their cabin aboard the Silver Swan. The
signature of a true, blessed Dragonlance was unmistakable.
That is a Dragonlance? Mikal asked dubiously.
Ingenious, Lundar Eclipse pronounced. He smiled beneath his black hood, and his soft
velvet robes rustled softly as he moved. Absolutely ingenious.
So small, Princess Mercidith breathed.
Father suspected he was about to be murdered, Jasryn Storm explained to the
assembled people. So he entrusted the lance to Danvil Felcraft for safekeeping. Danvil shrunk
the weapon magically, and then he hid it in plain sight, as part of a statuette in Fathers study.
Several of his teammates gasped. Dorian exclaimed, Thats why we couldnt find it!
We walked right past it the whole time! Garnet exclaimed. Jase, why didnt you tell
us?
Sorry, Garn, we felt the fewer people who knew about it, the better, Jasryn answered
the dwarf. We were among pirates, after all.
Shyla deserves credit for the find, Dorian quickly added. If it werent for her, wed
still be wandering the endless corridors of that Nerakan castle looking for it.
May I see it? Mikal Swiftlance asked.
The kender looked up to Jasryn, who nodded his assent. Shyla approached the big men in
their shiny metal armor, and laid the toy weapon down on the polished walnut tabletop. Slowly,
relevantly, Lord Mikal Swiftlance picked up the Dragonlance with both hands.
All my life, Ive wanted to hold one of these, the senior knight confessed. And
now...can it be returned to its normal size?
Yes, Lundar and Jasryn replied at the same time. The younger mage deferred to his
elder with a nod of his head. The Black Robe smoothly explained, There are two ways to do so.
The first is simply to reverse the spell that reduced the weapon in size. The other is a less
elegant approach, which my counterpart here could accomplish. The reduction dweomer can be
dispelled. As this is an artifact of divine origin, breaking the mortal spell should not damage the
weapon.
Mikals mustaches fluttered as he chewed. I see. And youve kept it this small for
stealth and ease of carrying, I suppose.
That was our intention, Jasryn admitted. Its a heck of a lot easier to hide when its
this small. Full size, the lance is twenty feet in length.
I know, Ive seen them before, Mikal intoned. His eyes rested on the young knight
who stood next to Jasryn. It also requires a knight to be mounted upon a metallic dragon to
wield it properly.
I am aware of that fact, my lord, Markham replied. Fate has yet to deliver me a
proper mount, but I have little doubt now but it will surely happen. I will then be able to fly into
battle against Frost.
Mikals eyes narrowed. You are assuming, Knight Swordhawk, that you will be the one
to wield this weapon?
Markham stiffened, his eyes widening. Aye, my lord. Since we were the ones to
recover the lance
Since this weapon was stolen from the dead on an ancient battlefield, the lance rightfully
belongs to the Solamnic Knighthood, Richmund Courtier quickly informed them.
Now wait just a minute! Dorian Barrett cried, stepping forward. Were the ones who
risked our lives
Correct me if Im wrong, Rangerlord Barrett, but arent you in the employ of the
Knights of Solamnia? Sir Richmund asked. We were paying you to protect the woodlands
surrounding Solace from poachers and their ilk?
Dorian swallowed, then nodded. The knight had him dead to rights, blast him.
You are forgetting my heritage, my good lords, Dorian told them. His teeth were
clenched. My father was a Knight of the Sword, Laurence Silvershield of Palanthas
And you obviously chose not to follow your fathers noble path, Master Barrett; or
should I call you Dorian Barrett Silvershield?
Dorians throat was so tight, he could barely get the words out. Our estates were lost
when the Knights of Takhisis invaded the city, my father murdered. My choice of profession is
my own concern, my lord
Arent you gentlemen forgetting something? Lundar Eclipse asked icily, stepping
forward. The wizard stood out, alone in the sunlit hall in his ink-black robes.
Youre going to need one of us to return that Dragonlance to normal, Jasryn finished
for him, suddenly stepping up and standing next to his brother mage.
Sir Richmund stared at the two wizards in shock. Paladines memory, I hate mages!
Why you ungratefulwhat deviltry is this? Richmund snarled. You forget your
placeboth of you!
Mikal held up his hand, silencing his subordinate officer and friend. No. These noble
heroes are correct, Lord Sir Richmund. They have earned the right to wield this weapon in
battle. Sir Markham Danyal Swordhawk, I hereby return this Dragonlance to you. May KiriJolith and the remaining gods of light send you an appropriate dragon to carry you into battle.
Lord Mikal handed the miniaturized weapon to a squire, who carried it relevantly back to
the young knight. Markham took the Dragonlance and nodded. Thank you, my lord.
Relieved, the companions started to rise from their seats. The Knight Commander
stopped them with a word.
Now, there is another matter before this Council, Lord Mikal Swiftlance announced.
A courier bearing a document of vital importance to your mission has finally arrived. Knight
Forestrunner, please step forward.
An elf with flowing sandy-blond hair, wearing a stark white wool cloak over immaculate
Solamnic silver armor stepped forward, his boots echoing on the tiled floor. The knight carried
his dragonhelm under his left arm, and a long white leather scrollcase under the other. Jasryn
and Markham exchanged a look. Neither of them had heard of elves serving in the knighthood
before.
Sir Dallyn Forestrunner, reporting as ordered, my lord, the elf stated crisply.
Lord Mikal smiled with wry amusement. Well, Forestrunner. Are you going to deliver
your missive, or make us stand on ceremony?
The elfin knights ears turned red. He stepped forward and deposited the white leather
scrollcase on the table before the Knight Commander. Lord Mikal reached beneath his
breastplate, pulled out a small brass key on a chain, and unlocked the tiny lock. He uncorked the
cylinder, and then removed a thick wad of parchment, yellowed with age. Smoothing the
parchment before him, Lord Mikal perused the information for a moment, and then nodded to
himself.
Very good. UmSir Markham, who leads your expedition?

Rangerlord Dorian Barrett is our leader, my lord, Markham stated without hesitation.
The commander nodded. Lord Barrett, I hold in my hands the original plans for the
Tower of High Sorcery at Daltigoth. They were found in the archives of the Great Library of
Palanthas. It is my hope that they will be of some small use to you.
They will indeed, my lord, Dorian said. He stepped forward, passed the waiting elf,
and took the plans from the table. Thank you.
Lord Mikal looked up at the elf, and frowned. Is there anything else, Knight
Forestrunner?
Aye, my lord, Dallyn replied. He turned to Dorian, an expectant look on his face. My
commander, Lord Sebastian, has given me leave to join the expedition to retrieve the artifactif
Rangerlord Barrett will have me?
Dorian looked at the elfin Knight and smiled. Why not? The more the merrier.
Welcome aboard, Cousin.
Cousin? Lord Mikal asked, looking up suddenly at the remark.
Dorians smile widened, so he showed the whites of his teeth. Aye, my lord. As you
see The Rangerlord brushed back his long hair, to reveal softly pointed ears. They werent as
elegant as a full elfs, but Dorian clearly had elvish blood flowing through his veins. Sir Dallyn
Forestrunner here is my first cousin on my mothers side.
Isee. Well, I certainly have no objections to kin fighting together, side by side.
Dorian Barrett bowed slightly and clicked his heels. I bid you good day, Lord Mikal.
Good hunting, gentlemen, and may the gods be with you all.
Brrrr....Jasryn, cant you do something about the weather? Garnet asked, shaking snow
from his cloak as they all entered the suite they had been assigned in the fortress. The short walk
across the inner ward had deposited an inch of snow on each of them. The wind had picked up
again, howled against the stone walls of the fortress, and it had begun to snow anew. White
crystal flakes blew in when the iron-banded door was briefly opened to admit them.
The young magician was standing before the hearth, warming his hands before the
crackling fire in the grate. Flickering yellow and orange light reflected off his white samite
robes. Alas, I neglected to memorize that spell this morn. Mayhap after we retrieve the artifact.
Why dont you ask Lundar to make the sun shine warmly for you? Hes the senior mage.
Garnet turned to the elven wizard good-naturedly, a genial smile on his face. The black
robed elf regarded him beneath his hood, still covered with snow. I regret to inform you,
Master Dwarf, that controlling the weather is beyond my powers. Perhaps one of the clerics?
Timberwolf smiled. Dont look at me. Kiri-Jolith has nothing to do with the sky. Im
lucky I can heal warriors in combat.
Gentlemen, the weather is the least of our problems, Dorian Barrett reminded them.
He removed his dark green elven cloak, and hung it by the fire to dry. Two or three of the others
followed suit. A cloud of steam rose from the thick wool after a few moments. Garnet
dispatched a page to fetch them all ale, and a tray of cheese and bread. Five or six of the
companions took seats at a long dining room table of solid oakwood, hand-carved into fabulous
beasts and stained a dark nut brown. Tapestries hung from the walls, depicting legendary battles
of old. Here and there were hung shields and swords of brave knights who had given their lives
to the cause. On the brick floor before the fireplace was a grizzly bear rug, the head of which
growled in silence. Shyla examined it, wondering how to stuff in into once of her pouches.
How fare you, Cousin? Dorian asked genially of the elfish knight. Last I heard, you
were in charge of the whole Pegasus Corps.
Alas, not yet, Dallyn replied with a ready smile. Lord Sebastian has me doing all the
work, while he takes all the credit.
Isnt that always the story? Dorian replied. Oh, my manners. This is Princess
Mercidith of Ergoth. Sir Dallyn Forestrunner.
Your Highness, Dallyn said in greeting, a sprightly sparkle in his eyes and a wry grin
on his lips. He took the ladys hand and kissed it. I am your humble servant.
I see courtly manners runs in your family, Dorian, Mercidith commented, taking her
hand back. The small platinum infinity symbol hanging by a silver chain at her throat, holy
symbol of her order, gleamed orange in the reflected firelight.
Dallyn, this is Timberwolf of the Plains of Abanasinia, our other cleric. Sir Markham
Swordhawk, Garnet Irondelve, Shyla Pouchfinder, and Jasryn Storm, all of Solace. The grim
black robed mage is Lundar Eclipse, and his companion is Sunder, both of Neraka.
Dont forget Gnebbich, Shyla piped up. The genial little gnome smiled and waved
from his seat at the table. He had just finished propping himself up with two or three thick
books.
Ah, yes. The very reason for our expedition, Gnebbich Bumfuzzle. The original map to
locate the enchanted artifact was in his possession, I understand. He was using it to plot
navigation for his flying machine. Joining us at the other end of the table is Lady Tiara
Swiftlance. Ladies and gentlemen, my noble cousin, Sir Dallyn Forestrunner, Knight of the
Crown, and Pegasus Rider.
Markham regarded the new knight. That was you who flew to our rescue as we sailed
in?
Dallyn smiled and inclined his head. It was. Sorry to say we did precious little good
against a white wyrm, Sir Markham. We even lost brave Sir Alvine in the attempt to rescue your
ship and its crew.
Markham remembered the brave knight who was frozen solid and deposited into the
unforgiving seas. Sorry for your loss.
Well have no use for a pegasus where were going, a grim voice intoned darkly. All
heads turned to a corner of the room where the shadows seemed to gather. Only Lundar
Eclipses nose was visible beneath his cowl. The snow had all melted from his ebony robes in
the seconds since they entered their quarters. And your pathetic arrows are about as effective as
a childs slingshot against the icy hosts of Gellidus. Shiver was just a hatchling, Blizzards page.
The Great White Hurricane will surely seek revenge.
Cheerful as always, eh Lunar? Garnet remarked. He had already helped himself to a
flagon of malt ale. When that great frozen lizard shows his spiked tail, well be ready for him.
Will you indeed, friend Dwarf? Eclipse intoned, gliding silently across the floor to the
table. Only enchanted weapons are any use against the kith well face in the darkness beneath
Daltigoth Tower.
At this, Dallyn Forestrunner drew his longsword from the scabbard he wore at his hip.
The elf held his weapon up for inspection upon both hands. The blade fairly glowed, golden
with its own inner light.
This blade was blessed by the clerics of Eli, whom Men call Paladine, and passed down
the line of my fathers from the days when King Silvan laid the foundation for the Tower of the
Stars, Dallyn announced to them all. I think it will cleave the heads off whatever monsters lie
in those catacombs, mage.
Lundar Eclipse stopped dead in his tracks on sight of that sword. He appeared to be
repelled by it, as a vampire would be to a holy symbol. Slowly, the dark elf nodded his assent.
That weapon should suffice, the mage grudgingly replied. I just wanted to be sure
you werent trying to slay a ghoul or a mind flayer with arrows tipped with wrought steel.
I wont, Dallyn replied, and sheathed his weapon. Lundar almost sighed with relief.
Gentlemen, if youre done with the introductions, I believe its time we examined the
map. So saying, Dorian Barrett laid out the scrolled blueprints before them all on the polished
oak tabletop.
CHAPTER TEN
o, the catacombs neath the Tower of High Sorcery of Daltigoth, Dorian
Barrett pronounced with much melodrama, waving his thin hand over the parchment scroll map
with a flourish.
The parchment itself was yellow and cracked with age. The ink was faded in places, but
their meaning was still visible. A series of stone steps led down to a square room, thirty feet by
thirty feet, and a series of tunnels and passageways and chambers spiderwebbed away from there
in three distinct and separate corridors. There was no rhyme or reason to it, no logical plan. It
just looked as if the builders had added on to the burial chambers whenever they ran out of
space.
What madman designed this? Garnet complained, rubbing his long bushy beard.
Mages, Lady Tiara said simply. Since when do any of them have rhyme or reason to
their madness?
We do, Lady Knight, Jasryn told her emphatically. The ways of magic are far beyond
the understanding of mortal ken.
Markham stared at his friend. Please, Jase. Dont you start getting spooky on us, too.
My young, nave colleague is merely stating the facts, as truthfully as your limited
intelligence allows you to comprehend, Knight Swordhawk, Lundar Eclipse intoned with
foreboding.
Weve got problems. Jasryn sighed in agreement, placed his hands in opposite sleeves
of his white robe, and stared across the table at his Black Robed rival. You want to explain it to
them, or should I?
The drow elf shrugged. It matters little to me, boy.
Whatre these two yammering on about? Tiara demanded.

Wait till you get to know them. Theyre a load of laughs, Garnet told her. The dwarf
looked up at the younger of the two magicians. Well, Jase? Would you please explain why
dark dwarves would build such an outlandish
They didnt, Jasryn told him. Fool that I am, I shouldve realized this before.
What? Merci asked with trepidation. Her green eyes were like liquid glass.
The original catacombs werent designed like this. They wouldve followed a logical
pattern, either in a circle, matching the tower above it, or at least in a general geometric shape,
such as a rectangle or a square or even a triangle, the young mage explained.
Aye! Garnet heartily agreed. Even dark dwarves wouldve had more sense than to
build something like this!
Jasryn, would you please get to the point? Dorian asked, trying to couch a tone of
patience in his question. His hands were on his hips, thick leather gloves tucked into his belt.
Lowering his white hood in frustration, the young mage licked his lips and began his
explanation, waving to the diagram before them.
The Towers of High Sorcery were all enchanted for security reasons. We mages can
find our way around quite easily, but an intruder will be hopelessly lost. The corridors change
shape and direction, rooms move around. Day to day, even hour to hour, the kitchens and
libraries will be in different places than they were before, Jasryn spilled. Every face at the table
expressed disappointment as Jasryn went on. Additionally, Joman Noothschoan was an
illusionist of the highest order, before he donned the black robes of Nuitari. He wouldve made
some more changes over the centuries. Added illusionary guardian monsters and traps for the
unwary.
Whose to say theyre entirely illusionary? Lundar interrupted.
Point taken, Jasryn agreed.
Mercidith sighed. So what youre trying to tell us is
This map is useless, Jasryn finished. Beyond this first chamber, and possibly these
sections here, here, and heremaybeeverything else has been moved. These burial vaults in
the south could very well be located in the north by now. Bluntly, unless the cartographer who
drew this map scroll was a mage, he probably went mad before it was even finished.
Like cousin Conundrum, when he tried to map the hedge-maze at the Citadel of Light,
Gnebbich added. Blasted magic, it follows no logical sequence!
Oh, it does follow a logical, progressive sequence, mortal, Lundar told him. It just
follows the physical laws of linear and parallel dimensions beyond this world of Krynn.
What? Gnebbich asked, his thick, bushy eyebrows knitting together.
Lundar! Jasryn exclaimed. Never admit to a Graygem raceespecially a Gnome
that there are other planes of existence beyond our own!
Forgive me, Apprentice. I forgot myself for a moment.
Um, would you two mind holding your conversations in the common tongue?
Timberwolf asked, a tone of sarcasm evident in his voice.
Thats all right, Tim, Dorian said, smiling. Our mage friends forget that I am
perfectly fluent in Silvynesti.
Jasryn looked up at the Rangerlord in shock. Hed learned Elvish from Serannon as a
small child. I forgot Dorians half-elven. Dallyn probably understood me, too. Hes from
Silvanost!
Next time, Ill make my recriminations in Nerakese, Jasryn told them all. Anyway,
this chamber, and these, are probably the same. They form the basethe dimensional anchor
to our physical world. This chamber here appears to be a water supply room, where a small
underwater stream flows. And this chamber here leads to some narrow stone steps which wind
down into some underground caverns, again, where the water probably drains into.
So those locations are accurate? Tiara asked.
Yes, my lady, Jasryn told her. These five chambers, close to the surface, are
connected directly to the entrance chamber, so it is reasonable to assume their locations are
stable. But these corridors, here and here, I wouldnt put too much weight on being there any
longer. As a general rule, the further you get from this first hollowed out chamber, the more
random the tunnels and burial chambers will become.
A reasonable assessment, Jasryn, Lundar agreed. Majere has taught you well.
Thank you, Jasryn responded, not quite sure how to take the compliment. Coming
from a Black Wizard, he was reasonably certain there was a couched insult in there somewhere.
Well and truly wonderful, Dorian announced. He was leaning over the map, hands
spread apart on the polished table. His gray eyes frowned at the lines and curves, as if hed been
betrayed. The Rangerlord decided to ask the question that had been lying on his mind since hed
first learned these plans were coming from Palanthas. It couldnt hurt. Is there any way to
determine where this Jomans burial vault might be?
You want an honest answer to that question, Dorian? Jasryn asked, askance.
From you? Dorian asked. Ive long-since learned, Jasryn Storm, that youll provide
honest answers, just not necessarily straight ones.
The young White Robe smiled and pointed to the map.
This L-shaped chamber here would be a logical place to look for Joman the Dark,
Jasryn told him. Course, thats just an educated guess.
Why do you say that? Timberwolf inquired, just a second before Tiara could.
First, its one of the largest areas on the plans. Plenty of room for an illusionist to cast
his spells. Second, its location is centralized, perfect for a base of operations.
Markham nodded. Thats exactly where I would put my base camp if I were trying to
defend these tunnels from intruders. I mustve rubbed off on you, Jase.
Ive already told you that, Jasryn said flatly. All those strategy games we played as
children stuck. These large rooms are close enough to the first chamber where I feel they might
still be in the same general area. These tunnels are all probably changed by now, but the location
of these two chambers must be the same.
I agree, Lundar commented. Of course, theres no possible way to know for certain
until we actually get down there.
What enemy forces will we be facing? Tiara asked, judging the map like a general
preparing for a major battle.
Youre kidding, right? Jasryn asked, staring at her. The burning look in the lady
knights eyes said she wasnt prone to jests. After a moment, the boy shook his head. Sorry, I
forgot you dont get many mages out here anymore. As Id stated earlier, Joman Noothschoan
was an extremely powerful illusionist before he turned to the Black Arts. That was while he was
still alive. As a lich, hes one of the undead. A creature of darkness.
In other words, Joman the Dark will call upon all the forces of the underworld to help
him guard these chambers, Lundar added in explanation.
Vampires? Mark asked in trepidation. After Nefariant, hed had enough of vampires
to last him a lifetime.
Jasryn shook his head. Ghosts.
Ghosts, ghouls, skeletons, wights, a specter or two Lundar went on.
giant rats Jasryn chimed in.
Shadow monsters, Lundar continued. And lets not forget the power of the staff
itself.
Air elementals, Jasryn agreed, nodding.
Do you know how to defeat a whirlwind from the plane of Air? Lundar suddenly
asked of the boy.
Banishment spell, Jasryn answered automatically. Now, ask me if I know how to cast
it.
Do you?
No, Jasryn answered honestly, his shoulders sagging. I thought Id leave the hard
stuff to you. You are the necromancer, after all.
Ahem, Dorian interrupted, clearing his throat. Much as I hate to break this up, the rest
of us are part of this planning session. Now, what can we expect in the way of bobby traps?
You mean conventional booby traps? The non-magical variety? Jasryn asked,
deadpan. He was growing hot, and pulled his robes hood down.
Um...yes?
Collapsing ceilings, poison gas, spears and arrows shooting out of the walls, that kind of
thing?
Markham stared at his friend the mage as if he were just discovering him for the first
time, instead of having grown up in the same bedroom. Jasryn had obviously thoroughly read
about dungeons and the types of dangers theyd be facing, and been planning this kind of thing
for years. Probably even before I knew what I wanted to do as a Knight of Solamnia.
Yes, that kind of thing. Where do you suppose those traps would be? Dorian asked,
eyes locked right on the young magician. He knew hed never get an honest answer from
Lundar.
Well, I really dont think we have to worry about that. This was a Tower of High
Sorcery, after all. Of course, I cant completely rule it out
Ill find any traps for you, Dorian, Shyla insisted, speaking up for the first time.
Whats a vault with thirty locks and twelve booby traps? A challenging kids game.
Thank you, Kenderkin. I was counting on you for that, the Rangerlord said, smiling at
her. Kender had different diversions than most children growing up, such as how to sneak into
the Bank of Palanthas, leave a calling card, and sneak back out again.
Of course, half-elf, the kender will avail you naught against booby traps of the magical
variety. For that, you will have to depend on me and my young associate to protect you, Lundar
intoned from beneath his sable cowl.
And that is why youre along for the ride, Timberwolf told him simply.
No, Medicine Man, I am along for the ride, as you so quaintly put it, to get you past
the Dreamwood, and to keep all of you alive once we enter the Tower grounds proper, Lundar
Eclipse told him matter-of-factly. If any of you ever hope to see the surface again, you will just
have to trust me.
Oh gods, is this going to be a very long night, Dorian Barrett thought, and sat back down.
At least his high-backed, scarlet-cushioned chair was comfortable enough.
Jasryn Storm is here on Southern Ergoth, Danvil Felcraft pronounced. The Gray Robe
stood by a new appointment to his quarters, a lovely, curled and sinuous stand of solid gold,
upon which rested a crystal sphere of rose quartz. Firelight from the nearby hearth reflected off
its surface, but thats not what made Cean Blackgaard stare.
The crystal ball actually glowed. The light had an unearthly quality to it, and he could
almost swear the swirls and patterns in the inanimate stone had moved.
Danvil rested his thin fingers on the crystal ball, which Blackgaard knew hed retrieved
from his tower back at Castle Ravenwood. A Dragon Orb, he thought Felcraft had once called it.
Hed also taken several other objects from his personal armory. Books and scrolls, a silver staff
set with quartz crystals set into it, a slender wand, and a quiver of arrows with black fletching.
Took you long enough to learn that, Felcraft, Blackgaard said bitterly. Where is the
boy?
Patience, my friend, Felcraft chided him. Everything has a purpose.
Does it?
The wizard smiled at him. Yes, indeed. Why, do you suppose, our erstwhile young
baron is here in this frozen wasteland?
The staff, Blackgaard answered with certainty. Hes after the staff.
He is indeed. According to our young spy, who retrieved the map and lured Jasryn into
our trap several weeks ago, he was even then planning an expedition to this very island in search
of it. The Elemental Staff of Air is a tempting piece of bait.
Blackgaard smiled. You think he knows the tombs location?

I doubt it. UnlessNuitari, have you done this to me on purpose?
What?
Hmm. Oh, I was just thinking aloud, Captain Blackgaard, Danvil answered. He
walked over to the fireplace, took an iron poker, and stoked the fire until it was a roaring blaze
again. Jasryn had access to that map for a week at least, before we snatched it--
And he can read it, Blackgaard finished. Of course! He does know the exact location
of the tomb!
Obviously. He probably also knows where to find the old Towers ruins, amidst all that
rubble in the old city.
So we need to capture him as soon as possible, Blackgaard mused.
Blackgaard, you might be a fool, but please dont act the part, Felcraft told him.
Firelight played across his pale white features. Jasryn and his friends are headed straight for
our objective.
The tall Dark Knight smiled. We let him lead us to it.
Better than that, my muscle-bound friend, Danvil told him. We allow the boy to
retrieve it. Then we capture him. Well end up with the artifact and our liege lord back, all with
a minimum of effort.
Clever. Theres just one flaw with this brilliant plan of yours, Felcraft.
And what might that be? the wizard asked, placing the poker back in its stand on the
hearth. The flames warmed his old body, and Felcraft relished the heat. The years had taken
their toll. Aches and pains troubled him each morning, and the humidity of this blasted island
wasnt helping matters. He had to complete this, see fruition to his plans, before his body
collapsed to dust.
This artifact is a magical weapon of immense powerboth you and Cinder have said as
much. You presume to allow Jasryn to obtain it, and then to somehow capture him? Just how
many of my men do you intend to sacrifice in this enterprise?
Felcraft chuckled evilly. You forget, Captain, Jasryn may well obtain the staff, but we
will capture him long before he has the chance to learn how to wield it.
The captain of the guard stared at the mad wizard for a moment, flabbergasted. He
crossed his beefy arms across his chest, lost in thought for a moment before speaking again.
Uh huh. Isnt this is the same young mage who, as a child, knocked me and my men
unconscious with a single spell, and then summoned a pair of unicorns to ride away on?
Jasryn was a novice back then, Felcraft admitted. And, although it wouldnt take
much to outwit you and your highly-trained men, I believe it was the unicorns who enhanced his
spell that night. This time, Jasryn Storm is alone. There will be no unicorns to rescue him.
Youre forgetting Eclipse.
Leave that black robed pest to me, Captain. Just ready your men. Order them to follow
the expedition, but they are to do nothing to hinder them. We watch, and wait, and bide our
time. When our young baron emerges from the ruined burial vaults with his prize, we shall grab
him. Trust me, Blackgaard. Ive foreseen everything.
The evil mage reached out and caressed the rose quartz crystal ball. Everything.
In an ice cavern located deep within the Worchester Mountains of Southern Ergoth, a
great white wyrm lay curled up, deep in thought. Two hundred feet long he was, from scaled
snout to barbed tail. His scales were impossible to differentiate from the snow and ice crystals
around him, giving the predatory beast perfect camouflage. His spectacular veined wings,
composed of thick leather membranes, resembled a soft blanket of new snow. Translucent horns
projected from his head, resembling gigantic icicles, with twenty times the hardness of
permafrost. The claws, each as large as a Blizzard giants hand, ended in glittering silver talons
as sharp as butchers knives.
Gellidus favorite feature, however, were his eyes. Those large orbs were a solid electric
blue, matching the sky at dawn. When awake, as with all dragons, Gellidus eyes fairly glowed
with their own light. Those magical eyes were capable of seeing in total darkness, like dwarves,
but for much further distances. The wyrm could also see invisible adventurers approach. This
made it virtually impossible to surprise him, as a foolhardy group of Solamnic Knights learned to
their eternal regret. The bones of three of them littered an outer cavern, where his minions
regularly brought him his meals. Four more human knights Gellidus had bonded with, having
turned them into Dragon-spawn.
Just now, those electric blue eyes regarded an ancient white female that dared to disturb
his sleep by crawling into his Throneroom. The aged female was hardly the terror she once was,
ages ago in Icewall. Her once-sparkling scales were a dull dove gray, and resembled slush and
filthy snow. Her silvery teeth, once as sharp as Elven swords, were tarnished with age. Her
leathery wings were dry and cracked. While she could still make short work of any human
foolish enough to dwell in the villages too far from Daltigoth for their own safety, as well as
those pitiful Thanoi walrus men who guarded the lairs entrance, Gellidus personal guard were
another matter entirely.
Two White Spawn stood guard, armed with enchanted pikes and greatswords, at the base
of the pedestal upon which Gellidus slept. Their Solamnic plate-mail armor had been altered
with magic to resemble the scales of a great white wyrm; that armor would withstand most
normal weapons. The ancient female stopped twenty feet from the pedestal-throne. Even this
dragon didnt dare to come any closer than that.
Speak, Glacier.
Great Lord Gellidus, I have news, the ancient white began. The sub-creatures who
killed my granddaughter yet still live.
Frosts head popped up at this, sounding like icebergs cracking in the fierce summer sun.
The hatchlings death had shaken the entire Whitewyrm clan, their ruler most of all. Shivers
murderers? Who were they? Where are they?
Daltigoth, Glacier answered. The reports from our spies say they were pulled from
the frozen sea unharmed. They landed at Pontigoth, and then taken by overland by wagon to the
Solamnic Fortress at Daltigoth.
Who? Frost demanded. Shiver was a favorite of his. Hed loved her as dearly as his
own hatchling. The human who dared slay an unarmed youngster, barely capable of flight,
would pay dearly!
Humans, elves, a dwarf, and a kender, Glacier went on. Two of them are mages. A
White Wizard and a Black.
Gellidus snarled. So! Two rival Orders of magic combine forces against me? The
Conclave of Wizards dares to send their ilk to my island? To slay my kith and kin? They will
be dealt with, made to suffer the supreme penalty. Both of them.
Thank you, great Lord.
Gellidus inclined his head slightly. Hail. Moonlash.
The two dragon-spawn guards turned to face the enormous dragon. Their breath came as
a thick fog. Their eyes were long-since glazed over, these beings who were the slaves of Frost.
My lord, the creature called Hail responded. His voice was no longer even remotely
human. It sounded like ice cracking more than human speech.
Go to Daltigoth. Find the two mages who murdered Shiver. Recall our forces from as
far as Thunder Bay if you have to. I want those wizards brought before me alive. Kill all who
are with them.
The Dragon-spawn struck his right fist to his gleaming white breastplate. It will be
done, my liege.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
our new suit of armor fits better than the old suit, Timberwolf remarked.
Orange firelight with flecks of gold burned in the forge, reflecting off the shining steel
plates of his new suit. Sir Markham Swordhawk admired the chestplate, which featured an
emblazoned Kingfisher, Sword, and Arrow, symbols of the Solamnic Order. The young knight
flexed his arms, testing the new, greased joints, which were shielded with small dragons wings.
Then he walked several steps, to see how it felt. This armor felt as if it were a second skin.
Thats because a dwarf forged this suit properly, not a human, Garnet remarked. Ash
covered his face and stained his forgemans apron. If you want something done right, laddie,
you have to hire a smith from fabled Thorbardin.
Tis lighter, Markham said, smiling in surprise. I only had partial plate before, and
this is full plate. It should feel heavier, yet it isnt.
Again, tis because a dwarf forged it right, Garnet said, smiling and nodding his head in
appreciation of his own work. He crossed over to the workbench, and lifted a newly forged
dragonhelm. The horns had reportedly been taken from the skeleton of an actual wyrm, a blue,
which had perished when the climate here had changed drastically. Blue dragons thrived in the
heat of the desert; whites were the only lizards bred to survive in this arctic cold. The young
hatchling that had been trapped here on Blizzards arrival had died quickly.
Here, lad. Try on the helm.
Markham took the new helmet with black leather gloves that were just as new, and placed
it upon his head. Again, it fit perfectly. The nose guard was the proper length, and the eyeholes
were large enough to protect him, but not obstruct his vision. Tis as light as leather.
Good. Hows it fit that thick skull o yers? Garnet asked, almost daring the young
man to say it was a little snug.
Perfectly, Markham answered. Thank you, Garn. This is masterwork quality.
Shadowmaker would be proud.
Yere welcome, laddie, the crusty dwarf answered. Ye need some proper protection,
what with the riff-raff were used to facing.
How much do I owe you?
Garnet grinned at him. Ill let ye know that the next time were in the thick of it.
No, Markham Swordhawk exclaimed. He walked over to the wooden bench hed left
his knightly robes lying on, neatly folded. He found his leather belt pouch and removed two
small but perfect diamonds. He deposited these into the dwarfs gnarled, pudgy hand. Accept
these as partial payment.
Partial payment? Garnet exclaimed, holding them up to the light and whistling.
Laddie, these are at least 24 karats apiece! Whered you come across gemstones of this
quality?
Theyre part of my inheritance, Mark explained. Please dont insult my honor, Garn.
I know a suit of armor of this quality is worth far more than those two
No, tisnt, laddie. These stones are worth at least 630 to 650 steel each. Thesell more
than pay for it. In fact, Garnet said, handing one of them back. Take one back.
NO! I cant
Markham Swordhawk, Garnet insisted. Ive known ye since ye were a strapin lad o
fourteen summers. This isnt part of your inheritance; this is all thats left of your inheritance!
Take one back, right now!
Sounding defeated, the knight allowed Garnet to open his hand deposit one of the
diamonds, and close it again.
Not another word, Garnet said, his tone threatening. He turned and began to clean up
the forge hed worked so hard at for days.
In the musty library of the Solamnic Fortress, Jasryn Storm finally found what hed been
searching for. He was in a darkened annex, a room that had been shut up with no windows and
no fresh air for centuries. A floating enchanted globe provided light as the apprentice mage
searched stacks of books and scrolls nobody had bothered to touch, much less read, for untold
years. This in itself was a crime to the boy. Books were meant to be read, reverenced and
cherished, not entombed in some dark storage closet on a frozen backwater island.
The volumes hed found, covered with the dust of ages, were mostly duplicate copies of
what was available on the stacks in the public reading rooms. However, on the third shelf
against the far wall, Jasryn found two tomes that didnt belong there. The faded gold leaf
lettering along their spines was written in Eldritch, the spidery language of magic.
The boy took the volumes off the shelf and cradled them with the reverence only a
worshiper of the Moons could bestow upon them. He left the annex and closed the door behind
him, not even bothering to lock it again. When the librarian returned, he would find a small
empty space on the shelf, and probably not even know which tomes were missing.
Jasryn found a small, worn maplewood table in an alcove, sat down, and began to
examine his find. The first was a spellbook bound in cracked red leather. Its pages were
yellowed with age and crumbled as he tried to turn them. The boy sighed. He didnt have the
tools required to handle such delicate, neglected books. He could, however, duplicate the use of
those tools with a simple cantrip.
The librarian should be shot full of arrows for this atrocity, Jasryn thought grimly. He
passed his hand over the open volume and spoke a single word of magic.
Moipiar, he whispered. The Magic Hand cantrip could lift nearly eight pounds at his
power level. Hed have to be very, very careful, keeping his thoughts as gentle as a whisper, to
turn these pages.
Jasryn flicked his finger, as if turning the pages, and each leaf obediently turned
accordingly. After several minutes, he realized that his initial guess had been correct; this book
had once belonged to a red robed mage. It mostly contained high-level illusions, which he could
not cast because it was from a rival Order of magic. While he could cast low-level incantations
like Color Spray or a simple invisibility spell, these were well beyond his ken. The one
advantage of this find, however, was that the Red Wizards were not as restricted as the White
and Black Orders; they could, and frequently did, borrow mid-level spells from their brother
mages.
After an hour of scanning the contents of the tome, Jasryn finally came to a spell he could
use. Fire Shield. It was an evocation incantation of the fourth degree. Excitedly, Jasryn began
to read, and found he could understand it! The spell would produce a magical shield against fire
or ice-based attacks. More importantly, the shield would give some measure of protection
against white dragon breath.
This is useful. Ill have to copy it to my spellbook later. He thought, and placed a soft
blue ribbon there to mark his place. Jasryn continued to flip through the tome, nodding to
himself as he read. A number of these spells are unknown. At least, Ive never seen them in
Palins private library at home. Master will be pleased as punch to see this!
Carefully, Jasryn manipulated the books cover closed with his thoughts. Then, he
opened the second tome of magic. Like the first, this book was filled with Red magic. But it
was advanced, of a much higher caliber than the first spellbook. The young mage suspected that
both of these volumes once belonged to a wizard who had lived on the island, and subsequently
died here. Not knowing what to do with his spellbooks, the lunkheads in the Knights of
Solamnia mustve shelved them in a storage closet.
Jasryn knew there was a very real danger of being driven insane from trying to
comprehend the advanced magic contained in this book. That danger increased significantly
because they were spells from an opposing Order of magic than his own. He made sure not to
delve too deeply into these red magic secrets, but simply perused the titles of the spells and their
necessary magic components.
Hairs of a displacer beast, eyestalks of a beholder, eyelash of a mummy, sweat of an
ogre...it would take an adventuring mage half a lifetime to obtain most of these! Interesting
spells, though. Phantom Battle, Friend to Foe, Shadow Monsters, Vacancy
Jasryn turned the page and froze as he recognized a spell he had once seen in his Master
Palins private library. Deep Slumber? Thats what Lundar said we needed to get our group
through the Dreamwood! A Sleep spell in reverse
YES! Jasryn exclaimed aloud. Several library patrons looked up at the shout, which
had shattered the silence of the library. One by one, the scribes and other staff in service to the
knighthood returned to their reading. A few glared at the disruptive teenager for a minute, and
then resumed their work.
This gives complete instructions for casting the incantation in reverse. The Awaken
spell, its called, and it specifically mentions escorting guests through OakCroft Forest.
OakCroft...yes, I remember that was another name for the Dreamwood
Ahem, a woman interrupted, clearing her throat. He hadnt even heard her footsteps
approach, hed been so engrossed in his reading.
Jasryn looked up. Standing by his desk was a female dwarf, wearing a very austere black
dress, half-moon spectacles, and a rather annoyed expression on her face. The human boy tried
not to notice her short, sparce beard. Hed never seen a female dwarf in his life, and only knew
she was a woman by the dress she wore and the jeweled comb in her hair. Ive gotta ask Garnet
about this.
Aye? Jasryn asked, all innocence.
Young man, the dwarf whispered. She was staring directly at Fafnir, who was curled
about his shoulders as usual. This time, the little Pseudodragon hadnt bothered to turn himself
invisible. His liquid ruby eyes simply watched the dwarf with wry amusement. Youre
disturbing the rest of my patrons, and pets are not allowed in here. Im afraid youll have to
leave.
Jasryn swallowed, and his head bobbed up and down. He quickly closed the book hed
been reading, which sent a cloud of dust upward, as gathered them both. Im sorry.
Did you want to check those out? The dwarf inquired, regarding the tomes he held.
Um...yes, Mistress
Oakheart, the dwarf responded. Mistress Jacinth Oakheart, Chief Librarian. Follow
me, please.
Yes am, Jasryn replied softly. He cradled the two books most carefully, then
whispered the word Dumak to his globe of light, snuffing it out like a candle. The young
mage followed the librarian to the front desk, hoping she wouldnt notice that the books he was
checking out had been taken from a storage closet that hed unlocked with a Knock spell.
Thanks for getting me into trouble again, Faf.
Fafnir chirped at him merrily. Pseudodragons were high-maintenance familiars, as
Jasryn learned to his consternation. They demanded constant attention, and if their master dared
to spend too much time studying dusty ol volumes of magic instead of playing with himeven
after being poked with a small snoutFafnir got it into his small head to cause a little mischief.
Jacinth Oakheart hopped up onto her cushioned stool, adjusted her gold-framed
spectacles, and reached for the ledger. Jasryn carefully set the volumes down. After a moment,
the librarian opened the back cover and removed the cards there. She stared at them.
These books have never been checked out before, the librarian muttered. And theyre
quite old. Where did you say youd found them?
I think its time for a judicious Charm spell, Jasryn thought to himself. The boy smiled
amicably and said, Suh tangus moipiar, ast akular kalipar.
Jacinth blinked at him. Her mouth opened slightly, then closed. She shook her head in
an attempt to clear it.
Suh tangus moipiar, ast akular kalipar, Jasryn repeated softly. His eyes shifted color
to Robins Egg blue, and he locked his gaze directly with the female dwarfs.
Im sorry...what did you just say? I couldnt quite understand
I said, I found those books on the shelves back there somewhere, Jasryn told her,
making a motion in the general direction of the storage room. There were stacks of books back
in that direction, so the boy wasnt exactly lying. Could you hurry, please? Theres vitally
important information in here that Lady Swiftlance and her party need for an upcoming
mission.
Lady Swiftlance? Yes, of course! Ill just check it out in her name. Um...what was
your name again, young man? I dont recall seeing you in here before.
Jasryn Storm, the young mage told her. He leaned in close, and whispered. Were on
a special mission.
I see, she said, and scrawled something unintelligible on the cards and into her ledger.
The librarian wrinkled her nose. These volumes are quite old, Sir Mage. Theyll need to be
repaired before they can be placed back on the shelf. When you do return them, please bring
them directly to my personal attention.
Of course maam, Jasryn said, then added, I think these volumes were perhaps
misfiled by accident. After those two tomes are repaired, would it be possible to place them over
there, in your Magic section?
We dont have a Magic section, the dwarven woman stated empathically.
Oh, what a shame. Hows a mage to find anything in your library? Suh tangus
moipiar, ast akular kalipar. Now, you will have to add one, wont you?
Aye, of course, the dwarf said, smiling broadly, as if Jasryn were her favorite grandson.
Ill get started on creating a Magic section right away! Um...what should I include?
Oh, Id recommend The History of Magic, The Tower of High Sorcery at Daltigoth,
and Gemstone Magic Applications for starters. You already have those volumes in your
collection. I checked. Theyre currently located in your science and history sections.
Really? Ive never thought of filing them that way. What an interesting idea! There
was something distinctly pleasant about talking to a happy dwarf.
Well, now you have something new to think about, Jasryn told her.
Jacinth closed her ledger and handed over the two dusty tomes of magic. Here are your
books, sir. They circulate for two weeks.
And the effects of this Charm spell should last about three weeks. Perfect.
I really dont expect to keep them that long. Thank you. Tomes of magic tucked under
his right arm, white robes swirling about his thin form, Jasryn turned and strode out of the
library. Fafnir chirped happily. Hed have to find some time to play with him on the way back
to their rooms, Jasryn reflected.
Coffee beans, Jasryn announced as he entered the central hall where their apartments
were located. He carefully laid his burden down upon the great dining room table, and removed
his Bag of Holding from underneath his robe. Both Lundar Eclipse, who sat at the table studying
his midnight black spellbook, and Princess Mercidith, who sat quietly by the fireplace, looked up
at the comment.
Excuse me? the dark elf asked, looking up from his studies with a look of pure
annoyance. The chattel could perhaps be forgiven for disturbing his concentration. A magic
apprentice knew better. This had better be good.
Ground coffee beans, Jasryn clarified. Thats the spell component recommended to
cast the Awaken incantation to get us through the Dreamwood.
Oh, Really? Lundar replied, his thin eyebrows lifting. The tone of his voice had a
distinctly sarcastic tone to it. And where, pray tell, did you glean this tidbit of information?
The Farmers Almanac?
No, Jasryn pleasantly explained. I found these two spellbooks in the library. The
reverse Sleep spell, Awaken, is included, along with specific instructions for getting through the
Towers Guardian Forest.
Now Lundar was interested. Let me see.
Jasryn lifted the first book, opened to where a blue ribbon marked his spot, rotated it
around, and slid it across the polished table to his comrade. Be very careful. The papyrus is so
old, its falling apart. I had to use a Mage Hand just to turn the pages.
That is the recommended procedure for handling old and neglected manuscripts,
Apprentice, Lundar commented dryly. He perused the carefully written script, and slowly
nodded to himself. Hmm. I never thought to use caffeine as an ingredient. Very good.
Thank you, Master Eclipse, Jasryn answered. So, you think we can get everybody
through?
Lundar sighed. A group this size? Barely. Between the two of us, I think we can
protect ten or eleven persons. No more.
Whats this? Lady Tiara asked, stalking up to the table. Her armor softly clanged with
each step. I thought you were going to protect our entire expedition!
The two wizards looked up. Jasryn knew what the problem was, but defaulted to Lundar
to handle it. If he wanted to be in charge, then fine. Let him get all the flack for the limitations
on their powers.
My good lady, Lundar began. Somehow, he made the title sound like an insult, with
his superior, patronizing tone. Each of the original five Towers of High Sorcery was
surrounded by a guardian forest. One caused waking nightmares and madness. Another made
unwary travelers forget why they were there, and who they were. A third caused uncontrollable
passions in the interlopers to come boiling to the surface, so that they killed each other. The
fourth caused a very deep slumber to befall trespassers. The fifth and most powerful of all these
forests caused the entire tract of land upon which the Tower rested to drift about Ansalon like a
cloud in the summer sky. Thats the Tower of Wayreth Forest, where the Conclave sits. The
Dreamwood at Daltigoth just so happens to be the enchanted wood which will put you to sleep
forever, unless proper precautions are taken.
And you agreed to protect us all, Tiara replied, as the front door opened once more,
allowing a blast of cold air and snow to blow in. Just coming into the room were Markham,
Garnet, and Timberwolf. They were laughing and jesting until they saw the tense situation
developing between the lady Solamnic Knight and the black robed mage. They closed the door
and stopped to listen.
I did, but that statement was made when I thought it was just Dorian Barrett and his
party. There are only so many persons we can shield from the powerful enchantments of the
Dreamwood forest, Lady Knight. I cannot protect your entire garrison!
He speaks the truth, my lady, Jasryn added, in a far more respectful and reasonable
tone. The fact that the statement was coming from a White Robe magician also seemed to help
calm her down. Puissant we may be, there are still limits to our powers. Im sorry, but a dozen
persons between the two of us sounds about right for this spell.
And at that, the time factor will have to be cut down, Lundar added. We shall have to
rush to the Tower once the spell is cast. Remain close by us. I do not intend to carry the lot of
you to safety, should you stray from the effects of our countercharms and collapse into a coma.
The lady knights blue eyes gleamed in the firelight, but slowly, she nodded. Verily. I
still intend an escort of four knights and their loyal Men-at-Arms to accompany us through the
ruined section of the city, but then they will have to remain in wait for us outside the Tower
gates.
That would be a wise course of action, Lady Tiara, Jasryn insisted. He met the gaze of
Markham and the others as they approached them. Wow! Nice armor, Mark.
Thank you, the knight replied. Were down to just a dozen? In that dangerous
place?
Thats about the size of it, Jasryn said. He opened up the Bottomless Bag, removed a
virgin raven quill, a small bottle of specially prepared ink, and his personal spellbook, then sat
down at the table to copy the Fire Shield spell. This would take about a day of uninterrupted
work.
Twelve of us should prove sufficient to the task, Lord Jasryn, Princess Mercidith
remarked. The boy carefully opened the aged tome of red magic to the marked spot, and then
looked up at her. Two magic-users and two clerics should prove a formidable force against one
lich.
Do you truly believe so? Lundar asked in a mocking tone of voice. You are referring
to the most potent lich in all of Ansalon. One of such legendary status that his tale is told to
frighten young magic novices into behaving themselves.
I do not hold much weight in childrens fables, Master Eclipse, Mercidith replied,
fingering the platinum owl at her throat. I put my faith in the goddess.
Of course you do, my dear, Lundar replied. Did he appear a shade or two paler than a
moment before? I have seen you fight a vampire of the same caliber. So foolish of me to have
forgotten.
Indeed, Black Elf, Timberwolf stated. He unslung his longbow and began polishing
the yew wood with a pocket-handkerchief. Between the four of us, we should prove a match
for any lich.
Dont become overconfident, Timberwolf, Jasryn said, suddenly looking up. Hed
opened his spellbook to a blank page, and quill in hand, was prepared to carefully copy the
incantation into his own tome of magic. If Joman the Dark is as powerful as the legends say,
were in for a very rough time. Believe me, Id feel much safer if we were able to bring the
entire garrison down there, as well as all three Orders in the Conclave of Wizards
Dont be so melodramatic, Jasryn, Lundar chided. The Conclave wants that staff in
the worst way, but they have better things to do. Thats why they sent us.
I simply dont want them to let their guard down and get killed needlessly, Jasryn
explained.
Dont worry, young white wizard, we wont, Timberwolf stated. He was smiling the
knowing smile of a veteran campaigner. And just so you know, I very rarely miss.
Good, Jasryn said, then added, Now, if you dont mind, Id like to copy this spell
down, and I need to concentrate.
Before you do, Mercidith inquired softly, Would you mind terribly if I borrowed some
of your ink, and a quill? I need to prepare a missive.
Not this ink, milady, Jasryn began. This is special, rare ink for inscribing the magical
incantations and formulae for casting spells. Its made from sepia of a giant squid, dust of
crushed precious gemstones, dragon blood, and herbal and spice infusions. I have regular ink for
writing notes and lettersone moment, please.
Mercidiths green eyes widened as he said this. Jasryn was usually so open and sharing
with his things, that she had no idea his magic spell ink was so rare. The boy removed a small
wooden chest from his enchanted bag, and opened the lid to reveal his various writing
implements. There were a number of feather quills, three sticks of sealing wax, two more small
vials which contained that same mysterious, precious ink, as well as a fourth glass bottle which
contained normal blue ink for the writing of letters. Jasryn selected the fourth bottle, a goose
quill, and a stick of red sealing wax. Then he closed the lid on the small chest, reached into the
Bottomless Bag once more, and pulled out a large sheet of parchment. Finally he handed the
requested items over to the royal cleric.
Here you go, Merci.
A number of heads looked up when Jasryn used that nickname with her Imperial
Highness. Markham reflected that he hadnt known Jasryn had become so informal with her.
Thank you, good magician, the princess replied. I shall return these to you directly.
Mercidith collected the items, sat down at the end of the table, and began to compose her
missive. Markham leaned in close and whispered to his friend. Merci?
Jasryn looked up. Mark, Ive a lot to do before were ready to descend into that ancient
tomb. Please.
Sorry, just trying to make conversation, the knight answered. He stepped back a few
steps, removed his blue wool cloak, and hung it to dry by the fireplace. In a few moments, steam
began to rise from the thick cloth. The young knight took a bowl from the table and crossed
back to a cauldron of soup that bubbled over the flames, and ladled out a helping for himself, his
eyes glancing to his friend. Jasryn used to shoot the breeze with me, no matter how busy he was,
unless he was preparing for some test at the academy. Maybe he does have a lot on his mind,
but maybe its also the presence of that blasted Black Robe. Hes picking up some negative
habits from him, if you ask me.
Sir Markham? A lady asked. It was his superior officer.
He looked up and nodded. Lady Tiara. Would you like some soup? I think its fresh
chicken.
No, thank you. I ate earlier. Tis
The Black Wizard? Markham asked in Solamnic. Jasryn knew the language from him,
but he doubted Lundar Eclipse would. Besides, both mages were busily engrossed in various
studious activities.
Indeed. Im nervous enough about this mission. Having that dark elf along doesnt
help matters.
I know. Youre not the first to express concern. Unfortunately, Dorian and Lord Palin
are both right. We do need him, at least for now.
Tiara Swiftlance nodded. That was all stated in Council. My father accepted his word,
but still
None of us trust him. Watch your back, milady.
It was late, past Latewatch, when the others came in looking for their supper. Lundar had
long since finished preparing his spells for the following day, and set himself to studying a small
crystal ball in a dark corner of the room. Jasryn had just put the final additions on his copy of the
new incantation. For the Warm Shield version of this spell, he saw hed need a bit of
phosphorus. He was just checking his stores of magic components when Gnebbich and Shyla
joined them. The young mage smiled at them.
Ah, I see everybodys finally here.
Where else would we be at dinnertime, laddie? Garnet asked. He had been munching
on a drumstick, grease and crumbs speckling his beard, before hed even sat down.
Where indeed? Jasryn replied. He reached into his Bottomless Bag and removed a
small wooden chest, weighing perhaps 50 pounds. Ive been waiting for the right time to do
this, since our last adventure in the castle.
Lord Jasryn, I really dont think Mercidith began.
The mage cut her off with a look. No, Merci. Ive really thought about this. We agreed
a long time ago, back at the Inn of the Last Home in Solace, to split up any treasure we came
across.
Jasryn Storm, thats your inheritance! Garnet bellowed. I just went through this with
Mark. Ill not drain you lads of your last penny.
This isnt all of it, Garn, the boy told him honestly. I still have two more chests in
here, one large and one small. Ive separated that portion I felt was fair to split between the rest
of you.
Jase, Markham began in a tense tone, and the mage looked up. Garn is right. We
practically yanked you out of your own castle, made you give up your rightful title and lands
No, you didnt, Mark, Jasryn told him emphatically. I still have the title of baronas
far as I knowbut I couldnt remain in Neraka without changing the color of my robes, and we
all knew it. Besides, theres a very real possibility we could all die down there in the catacombs.
Please allow me to clear my conscience and my debts before we embark on this mission.
Markham Swordhawk made a face, but remained silent.
Ive separated the bags evenly. Each contains 725 platinum pieces, 625 steel pieces,
1502 silver coins, 6,257 copper, and gemstones worth approximately 1,250 in good steel. The
young mage laid out eight cloth bags on the table. Attached tags were marked for Markham,
Garnet, Shyla, Gnebbich, Dorian, Timberwolf, Mercidith, and Lundar.
These are for you, my friends. Your fair share of the spoils.
Seven adventurers stood around the wooden table, their expressions ranging from shock
to anger.
Jasryn, we cannot accept this
Mark Swordhawk, the young mage began. You are my oldest and dearest friend. I
know you were left with next to nothing, that Colintyn Hall was burned to the ground. It was my
adoptive father who did that. Part of this is yours by right.
The Solamnic Knight stared at him with pain-filled eyes. Jase
That new armor youre wearing costs money, Mark. Please dont make me beg you to
take it.
Princess Mercidith slowly lifted the cotton sack with her name on it. She hefted it,
testing its weight, then she plopped it down squarely in front of the young Knight of the Crown.
A thin smile greeted Markham as he looked up.
Im an Imperial Princess. Ive no need of riches.
Merci!
Be silent, Mark, Mercidith said, her emerald eyes sparkling in the firelight. She held
herself straight and regal. Your friend is right. Baron Von Bladmere stole everything from
you. Part of this treasure is yours by right. Take it.
Timberwolf smiled, took his sack, opened it, and deposited half the contents in front of
Jasryn, the other half in front of Markham. A ranger has little need of wealth.
Marks jaw fell open, then closed. He swallowed. Jasryns reaction mirrored his
friends.
Shyla walked up, stood on a chair, and removed one cut jewel, a Star Sapphire, from the
bag. This stone she placed in a small pouch hanging from her belt, then she slowly slid the bag
with her name on it over to the White Robe mage. Thanks, Jase, but I dont have room for all
this in my pouches. Ill just take this one pretty gem. The star inside is interesting.
Gnebbich climbed up on the chair next to Shyla. He opened his bag, removed a measure
of coins and two gemstones, and then returned the rest. I just need enough to cover replacement
of my kite, Jasryn Storm. The rest of this rightfully belongs to you.
Youre fools, the lot of you, Lundar Eclipse intoned, taking the bag with his own nametag inscribed on it and stuffed it into one a black leather pouch attached to his belt. Nobody had
even heard his silent approach. The elder mage looked Jasryn right in the eyes, and whispered.
And youre the biggest fool of all.
So saying, the evil magician retired to his corner, and his dark, glowing crystal ball.
Ast bilak moiparalan/Suh akvlar tantangusar, the elfin mage softly whispered, too
low to be overheard.
CHAPTER TWELVE
wo Knights of Solamnia and ten men-at-arms escorted Jib Dromond and Maran
Wheterling across the snow-tossed inner ward. The air was brisk this morning, the sky clear and
blue. Off to Jibs far left, teenaged squires sparred with wooden swords under the watchful eye
of their taskmaster. Nearby, against the stone wall, was a wooden rack loaded with practice
weapons and real ones. Jib eyed several bows of different types, and quivers full of arrows. He
briefly wondered if they were being led to a firing squad.
Their escort came to an iron-banded oak door set in the gray stonework. The lead knight
pulled a dagger from his belt and hammered three times on the door with the hilt, before
sheathing his blade again. After a few minutes, a female knight Jib recognized as Lady Tiara
Swiftlance answered the door.
Sir Targon ap Paragon reporting with the prisoners, my lady, the Sword Knight
announced formally. He stiffly saluted, and Lady Tiara returned the salute crisply. She turned
up her nose when she saw the seamen, then nodded to the knight.
Thank you, Knight ap Paragon. Ill take charge of the prisoners from here.
The Sword Knight cast Jib and Maran a furtive glance. You sure you dont wish me to
stand guard, milady?
No, she judged. I think I can handle them from here. You prepare your men for our
journey. We leave at dawn tomorrow.
Very good, my lady, Targon said, saluted, turned on one heel, and led his unit away
across the snow-covered cobblestones.
Come in, Tiara told them. Theres someone here who wishes to speak with you.
Thank you, Jib told her, stamping his feet and shaking the snow off his shoulders at the
threshold. The room was huge, with corridors at either end leading away, probably to kitchens
and bedchambers. At the table, the young White Robe hed been accused of trying to kill looked
thin and a little pale but healthy, reading from some dusty old book. A plainsman with an
elaborate headdress sat opposite him, and suddenly looked up at Jib and Maran. In a shadowy
corner of the room, a black robed figure sat with his back to the door, bent over something in his
lap. By a crackling fireplace, seated in a comfortable-looking armchair, was the Ergothian
Princess, Mercidith. The flames crackled and flickered upon her delicate features.
Your Highness, those two pirates are hereas per your request, Tiara announced, and
took a place by the huge fireplace, hand on the hilt of her sword. Personally, I wouldve hung
them both. But, they are your people.
Thank you, Lady Tiara, the princess began. She rose majestically and crossed the
room.
Jib immediately fell to one knee, and after a few seconds hesitation, Maran did likewise.
This was a member of his own Imperial familyheir to the throne, no lessand doubtless the
person instrumental in springing him from that Solamnic jail cell.
Highness, Jib began. I am your loyal servant.
Rise, Captain Dromond, Mercidith told him, waving with her right hand. Her rare
emerald eyes smiled down at him. No need to stand on ceremony with me.
I wanted to thank you for this, regardless, Jib told her with all sincerity. The guard
told me it was at your personal request we were released.
That was a guess, actually; but Jib was trying to schmooz the lady, and the one thing he
knew how to do was be dashing and debonair with the ladies. As it turned out, his guess was
right.
That is correct, Captain. My father still has some small amount of influence with the
Solamnic Knighthood, despite our ancient rivalry. Ergoth and Solamnia have ever been allies
against the forces of evil which threaten to overrun all Ansalon.
Jib realized that now would be a good time for him to keep his mouth closed. Maran had
apparently already taken the hint, and stood as silent as his captains shadow.
Then Jib noticed the thin scrollcase the princess held in her hands. It was made of shiny
brown cowhide, with a small brass symbol attached to it. It seemed to carry some importance.
Captain, correct me if Im wrong, but I was given reports that you were a pirate in the
Turbidus Ocean, and all along the northern coast of Ansalon?
Jib stood silent for a moment, swallowing. There was no point in denying the truth.
Lady Tiara stood there in full, gleaming plate armor, arms crossed, looking like she was about
ready to run him through. Doubtless, the Solamnics had learned just about everything. He
quickly nodded.
Aye, your Highness. I was the captain of the schooner Black Swan
And you exclusively attacked ships flying the colors of Neraka? You only attacked and
boarded vessels belonging to our enemies fleet? Mercidith inquired.
Yes, Princess, Jib confirmed. This was all true. Whatever else I am, I am loyal to the
Crown.
I see. Then I have been properly informed, Mercidith pronounced, and handed over to
Jib the brown leather scrollcase. I want you to continue your activities as a privateer in service
to my father. This is an imperial commission, Captain Dromond, and an order signed by my
hand, to turn over to you one of our naval vesselsa windjammer, galley, or caravel. You are to
fly the colors of Ergoth at all times, and to acknowledge the Imperial Crown as your operating
authority. Is this arrangement satisfactory?
Jib took the scrollcase, dumbfounded. The small brass medallion it bore featured the
Imperial Crest of Ergoth. IAye, your Highness. Anything you say!
Naturally. You will be expected to secure proper transportation for me and my
expedition back to the mainland. Oh, and as an officer of the Imperial Navy, it is incumbent
upon you to escort Our royal expedition to the ruins and safely back again.
Jib Dromond recognized the royal Our; he and Maran Wheterling bowed low. It
would be my pleasure, Highness.
We leave for the ruins of the mages old tower at first light. Thank you Captain. That
will be all.
The two sailors saluted smartly, as the knights before them had, turned, and swept out of
the room. The door closed with a click.
That was a mistake, Lundar Eclipse intoned from his darkened corner.
Mercidith looked up, startled. She hadnt been aware of the mages approach. He stood
not three feet away from her. Iit was necessary, Master Eclipse. Captain Dromond lost his
ship due to us. Besides, we shall need transport back to the mainland after we secure the
artifact.
No, we wont, Lundar told her with absolute certainty.
Why not? Do you intend to swim back to Abanasinia? The princess asked, jokingly.
The magician stood in silence for a moment. The wood in the fireplace popped, and
sparks flew upward. No. The powers of the staff will enable the bearer to transport us all
where ever we wish to go.
Even Jasryn looked up at this news.
A transport spell, then? That is indeed good news, Master Eclipse.
The dark elf smiled. Indeed.
Thats when Mercidith noticed the onyx stone sphere cradled in the crook of Lundars
arm. She gasped. Then Jasryn noticed it too, for the very first time. It wasnt just any run-ofthe-mill crystal ball.
Gods! Lundar, thats
How very observant of you, Apprentice Storm. It only took you fourteen some-odd
hours to notice, the wizard said beneath his black cowl.
Jasryn left his studies and crossed around the large dining room table to stare at his rival
mage in shock. Lundar, do you realize how dangerous
Dangerous for some, boy, not for me, Lundar snapped. His eyes had narrowed to slits.
Mind your place.
By Kiri-Joliths Silver Arrows, Timberwolf exclaimed. He too, recognized the Orb,
and jumped to his feet. In a heartbeat, he was standing at Jasryns side. Are you insane?
What is it? Tiara asked. Upon seeing the young White Robes reaction, the look of
pure horror on his face, she had drawn her sword, and quickly took up position in front of
Princess Mercidith. Speak, Wizard!
It is a crystal ball, Lundar explained simply.
A crystal ball? Tiara repeated dubiously.
Tis an artifact that is beyond your ken, Lady Knight, Lundar told her patronizingly.
Why dont you go back to playing with your sword?
Tis a Dragon Orb, Jasryn quickly told them both. Probably the last of the Dragon
Orbs! Timberwolf and I found it in Danvil Felcrafts arcane armory, but I had enough sense to
leave it where it was.
And for a White Robe Wizard apprentice, that was the wisest course of action for you to
take, Lundar told him. His voice was filling with menace. I happen to be far older than you
realize, youngling. Far wiser, more experienced
And an arrogant fool, Timberwolf pronounced. He was ten feet away, and already the
Silver Arrow pendant he wore at this throat had begun to glow. That thing is pure evil!
By making that statement, you clearly reveal your ignorance, Medicine Man. I will
thank you to leave the domain of the arcane to those of us who know
Dont insult the shaman, Jasryn snapped. Timberwolfs far more experienced than
me, and he knows a dangerous artifact when he sees it.
Lundar half-turned to face him. Have a care, boy
You cant deny that the mind trapped in that Orb is malevolent, Jasryn insisted.
Raistlin Majere nearly went insane trying to master one.
He did not go insane, youngling, Lundar Eclipse insisted. The shadows had started to
gather around the elder mage. His features darkened, as if clouds were hiding all the sunlight,
until only the preternatural glow of his eyes and the Dragon Orb he held were visible. All else
was cloaked in darkness deeper than midnight. Raistlin Majere did master the green Dragon
Orb, and he became the most puissant mage to walk Ansalon. The Lord of Past and Present,
Master of the Tower of High Sorcery at Palanthas.
Kiri-Jolith, lend me your strength, Timberwolf silently prayed. His Silver Arrow pendant
was glowing like a small star; he felt its heat even as he grasped it. He couldnt help but notice
that both of Mercidiths platinum owls, and even the small Silver Moon hanging around Jasryns
neck, glowed. Timberwolf also knew that the boy was no cleric. Weeks ago, Mercidith had
crafted and blessed the small holy symbol as a gift for Jasryn, as a worshiper of Solinari, to
protect him from the Vampire Nefariant.
For his part, the boy mage recalled the spell to summon a lightning bolt, and was
prepared to voice the words of power that would unleash it. Solinari, I dont have the strength to
fight him...but maybe between the three of us
Lundar, please listen to reason. The entity that dwells in the Orb is taking control of
your mind
Lundar Eclipse smiled until the whites of his teeth gleamed beneath his ebony hood. It
wasnt even his usual, patronizing smile. It was the smile of a madman.
What would you know of these matters, Jasryn Storm? I master the Orb, it does not
master me. Leave me to my research in peace....
So sayingwithout a pop, flash of light, or even a puff of smokeany of the usual
occurrences that accompanied a teleport spell, the darkness became more intense and swallowed
the elf up. Then, the light slowly filled the space around them, as if a fog were lifting. Mercidith
shuddered. As quickly as that, Lundar Eclipse was gone.
Wheres the elf? Tiara demanded.
Jasryn shrugged. I dont know.
Dont give me that! the Solamnic Knight demanded, taking two steps, and meeting the
boy nose to nose. Youre a mage! What happened?
Dont take it out on him, Timberwolf demanded, stepping up next to his friend. Back
off, Lady. Youre overstepping your bounds.
Am I? Tiara asked, but all the force had gone from her voice. This man was no mage.
Timberwolf was a cleric of Kiri-Jolith. Earlier this same day, he was in the Fortress Chapel,
deep in communion before the altar. Tiara was a Knight, and she had never seen the altar glow
like that for any cleric. It was clear that Timberwolfs god was with him.
Yes, you are, the Shaman insisted. Jasryn Storm wears the white robes, not the black.
Youve no cause for treating him that way.
The lady knight sighed and lowered her weapon. Forgive me, Sir Mage. We have a
security breech. Have you any clue where that dark elf might have gone to?
The boy shook his head. Lundar Eclipse has been displaying powers Ive never seen or
even heard of before. No hand gestures, no incantations, nothing. He could be using an artifact
of some kind, possibly activating it by mental command, butbut thats just a guess. If youll
excuse me, I have to contact my master.
Timberwolf turned to him in shock. You can do that?
Palin left me a ring, Jasryn confirmed with a nod. Only to be used in dire
emergencies.
Id say that this qualifies, Tiara quickly agreed. Let me know what you find out, my
lord. I must report this to my father immediately. If you will excuse me.
Without further ado, Tiara departed by the door, and Jasryn took the left-hand corridor,
headed for his bedchamber. He would need privacy and complete silence for this.
Timberwolf watched them go, then nodded to Princess Mercidith. Im going back to the
chapel. I will lay my bow and arrows on the altar, and pray for guidance.
After a moments hesitation, Mercidith nodded. Im going with you. Just let me grab
my cloak.
The call of a stormcrow broke the silence of the mages small room. Jasryn opened his
eyes. Slowly, by degrees, he became aware of his surroundings. Thick, sweet-smelling incense
rose in thin tendrils from a brass brazier on a low table. The soft warmth of a cotton quilt
covered the bed beneath him, and the only sound was his own breathing. It was difficult to
breathe. He rose, padded across the room on bare feet, and opened the wooden shutters,
allowing the fresh, cold air in. The stars, so clear in the cold silken heavens, were especially
visible tonight. The moons were out, Solinari waxing, Lunatari waning. Gods only knew the
phase of Nuitari, but it was probably full this night.
Moonlight glinted off of the silver ring Palin Majere had given him. It had been a gift
from Lady Jenna of Palanthas, to facilitate communication between two mages during the dark
times, when divine magic had been dying like a guttered candle. Palin had warned him that the
dweomer was extremely rare, and few were the wizards who knew how to recharge it. The
teenager had burned saffron, sage, and fairy bells to clear his head and facilitate telepathic
communication.
All useless.
Frustrated, Jasryn pulled on his boots, grabbed his enchanted elven cloak from where it
hung on a brass coat hook, and left the room. Markham was there, taking empty plates and
utensils from a side cupboard. He again wore his knightly robes, his new armor apparently left
in his room, neatly packed away in a large chest at the foot of his bed. Garnet was already at the
table, probably on his second or third helping, swallowing ale like it was water. Of the others,
there was no sign.
Markham looked up. Jase? You look wasted.
Have you seen the others? the boy asked.
No. Why? Whats wrong?
Lundar. He...he has a Dragon Orb, Mark, Jasryn explained, walking over to him.
A Dragon Orb? Mark asked, frowning. What in the name of Huma Dragonbane is a
Dragon Orb?
Garnet had stopped eating. He looked up at Jasryn with a look of apprehension. A
thing of evil, lad. Lorac Solostarin used one, to his ruin and utter sorrow. Nearly destroyed his
whole kingdom with it.
The Dream, Jasryn said, nodding. He was grateful for the deceptive age of dwarves.
Garnet Irondelve had heard of the five artifacts. The Dream of Solostarin twisted Silvanesti
forest beyond recognition. It took the elves many years to return their woods to lush and beauty
once more.
What are you two talking about? Markham asked. He approached the table, and set
down his empty plate.
The Dragon Orbs were five spherical stones from the Age of Dreams, each a different
color. One for each of the chromatic dragon species, Jasryn explained. He started to pace
across the area rug. His voice was very low and still in the room. Only the fireplace crackled
louder than him. Properly wielded, they can control dragons, or lure them to their doom. They
were used for this very purpose during the various Dragon Wars. However, there is a very real
danger. Each Orb is possessed of the essence of an ancient and powerful dragon. If the mages
will is strong enough, he can master the wyrm within, and use its innate powers. If hes not
The wyrm will possess him, Garnet finished.
Oh, sweet memory of Paladine, Markham breathed. And Lundar has one of these
things?
Jasryn nodded grimly.
Whered he get it, laddie? Garnet asked. Hed gotten up from the table, and
approached the young mage.
Itit was on a pedestal in the West Tower of my castle. It belonged to Danvil
Felcraft.
He stole it, Markham concluded. That black robed thief stole it!
From Felcraft, Jasryn informed him.
Now were in trouble, Garnet groused. That Gray Robe garter-snake will be after us.
Hes already after us, but thats not all that worries me, Jasryn told them. He paused,
and then went on to explain. Lundar disappeared when we confronted him. The darkness just
claimed him. Ive never seen a spell like that before.
Black magic, lad, Garnet said with certainty. He rubbed his beard with his right hand,
and a cerulean gemstone sparkled in the candlelight. Magicks yer not familiar with.
No, Jasryn told him. Wizards of all three Orders have to speak the words of power, or
at least make hand gestures
The young mage stopped short. The answer was suddenly clear.
Solinari, he whispered. Hes a sorcerer. A gray robed renegade from the Conclave.
Wearing black? Markham countered. I doubt it, Jase.
Jasryn sighed. I know, but its the only thing that makes any sense
The door to the hall opened, admitting a blast of frigid air, snow, and five weary
travelers. The companions stared at each other across the room, silent for a moment. It was
Dorian who spoke first.
Tim told me what happened, the Rangerlord began. We searched high and low.
Theres no sign of the devil.
The entire garrisons on alert, Dallyn informed them. Lord Swiftlance has ordered
double watches. Theres trouble afoot for sure.
I never did trust him, Markham told the others. Damned drow.
Calm yourself, Mark, Mercidith counseled. I just came from the chantry, where I was
praying. Mishakal assured me everything would be fine.
The Solamnic Knight stared at her. He wanted to believe the princess, but the fact
remained that the dark mage had betrayed them, like theyd all expected him to. Id better
report in. Did they call for me, Dorian?
No. Youre assigned to a special unit, the Rangerlord told him, then stopped Marks
forward motion with a gesture. Markham, stay where you are. Rest, eat. We leave at dawn.
Dorian, Im a member of this knighthood! I have to report in!
The half-elf sighed. Very well, if itll make you happy. But I want you back in fifteen
minutes, no later.
No promises, Markham said, grabbing his cloak from a hook on the wall by the fire,
and slammed the oaken door behind him.
Did you get through to Palin? Timberwolf suddenly asked of Jasryn.
The boy shook his head. No, I couldnt. I wasted one of the rings charges, too. My
room was carefully prepared. I locked the door so nobody would disturb me, burned incense to
clear my mind, but nothing worked. Its almost as if...somethingwere blocking my Sending.
Something probably is, Dorian concluded. He started pacing the room, crossed to the
rosewood cabinet, turned to the couch and small round table, and went back again. Someone
who has reason to keep you out of touch with Palin Majere. Someone whos been manipulating
us from the beginning.
I thought you trusted him, Timberwolf commented.
I never trusted him, Dorian told him with malice in his voice. His eyes smoldered. I
only said that before the Knights Council for the sake of expediency and diplomacy.
And because we needed him, Jasryn concluded. He pursed his lips. Things had just
gotten a lot more complicated.
Can you get us through that enchanted forest? Dorian asked suddenly. I have to
know now.
I think so. Yes, Jasryn told him, a little uncertainty in his voice. But I cant protect us
all. The runes embroidered into my robe will protect me. I can shield four or five others, at
most.
Blast, Dorian swore. Damn that black robed drow! He broke his word!
No he hasnt, Timberwolf reminded him. Not yet, at any rate. He may yet show up
before dawn.
His oath, Mercidith concluded. Jasryn said hed lose all his powers if he broke his
vow.
Thats right, Jasryn said, looking up, his blue eyes brilliant in the lamplight. No mage
would dare risk that!
Youre all forgetting something else, Timberwolf reminded them. All heads turned in
the shamans direction. He needs us, or at least, he needs Jasryn to get that staff for him.
Dorian nodded. Right. Otherwise, hed just go down there and retrieve the artifact
himself. He needs us, at least for the time being. The Rangerlord started pacing again. The
stopped, and stared at a statuette that rested on a low walnut table. Wed better watch our
backs.
All nodded in agreement. Gentlemen, I suggest we all get some sleep. Especially you,
Jasryn. If Lundars about to betray us, we need you most of all. Alert, and prepared.
I wont let you down, Jasryn told him, rising to his feet. Good night.
He turned and walked down the narrow corridor, back to his bedchamber. The two
rangers watched him go. Tim, keep an eye on that boy. I have this really bad feeling that
Lundar means him no good.
Ive got that same impression, Dor.
Please dont call me that, Dorian said in a low voice. Im turning in for the night, too.
Night.
The sun rose clear and golden over a pristine white blanket of snow the following
morning. Ice crystals crunched underfoot as the party crossed the courtyard to the fortress
stables. Even at this hour, servants were performing morning chores. Scullery boys were
drawing water from the stone well in the center of the ward, maids were dumping the nights
chamber pots, and fresh hay was forked into animal pens. From the main kitchens came the
welcome smell of freshly baked bread. Dawns golden light reflected brilliantly off the armor
and arms of the Watch on the battlements, high above them all.
The head groom met them at the entrance to the stables, greeting the knights first. Horses
had been prepared for all of them, even a pair of ponies for Garnet and Shyla to ride. Jasryn
entered the shadows, smelled old hay and horse manure. Stable boys had put aside their wooden
rakes and tossing hay to prepare their mounts. Fafnir flew on ahead, to scout out the area before
his master entered it. The young White Robe shook his head, thinking that his small dragon was
a little overprotective. Behind him, Markham was inspecting a brown dale.
Seventeen hands? the young knight inquired.
Thunderbolt is eighteen hands high, Sir Markham, the groom said with pride. One of
our best warhorses. Hes seen combat with Dark Knights and Thanoi.
Good. I cant use a skittish mount. Saddle him for me, Markham ordered, satisfied.
Across the stables, in a private stall, was a beautiful snow white Pegasus, her wings
folded close to her body. The mares hooves were sterling silver, her mane and tail cloud-white,
her eyes cerulean blue. Everyone stared in awe as the elfin Knight of Solamnia entered her stall,
singing to the pegasus in Silvyn.
Good morning, Starbreeze!
Starbreeze? Garnet inquired. Hed been headed for Brighteyes, the sturdy little pony
theyd prepared for him. Upon seeing the pegasus, however, even the dwarf paused in awe.
Aye, Master Irondelve! Dallyn answered, smiling and cooing to his mount. I named
her for our wrongfully deposed queen.
Theres an eye-opener, and no mistake, Dorian said in awe. Both Timberwolf and
Jasryn were inclined to agree. The young mage smiled.
In my whole life, Ive only seen two creatures more beautiful than this.
Both rangers turned to him. What could possibly be more beautiful than this pegasus?
The teenaged mage gave them a wry smile. The pair of unicorns that rescued Mark and
me as children.
Oh. Aye, I can see how a unicorn might be more comely than this, Timberwolf
remarked. Not much else, though.
The boy nodded, and continued onto the stall on the right hed been directed to. He set
his burden down, two saddlebags hed personally packed early this morning for the journey. The
horse regarded him and neighed. The mage knew there was something familiar about this horse
even as he undid the latch and opened the gate.
Gust! Jasryn cried in surprise. He ran inside the stall, a glad look on his face. He
stroked the gentle geldings muzzle, and spoke softly to him. Hello, boy. Howd you get
here?
How do you think? A familiar voice intoned behind him. Jasryn froze, and slowly
turned around. He heard the sound of steel being pulled from sheathes. In a moment or two,
every last knight was armed.
Lundar, Dorian Barrett demanded. His rapier was out and pointed in the mages
general direction. Even with an enchanted weapon, the Rangerlord knew how hopeless this was,
attacking a fully trained wizard. Hed be dead before he knew what happened.
You remember my name, the Black Robe intoned, stepping out of the shadows. He
assumed a non-violent posture; hands were in the opposite sleeves of his robes. Jasryn knew
from experience this meant nothing. I cannot help but be touched.
Lundar Quarian Eclipse, Lady Tiara announced, stepping boldly forward, swords out.
She was doubly armed, one blade in each hand. By order of my father, I place you under
arrest.
The dark elf regarded her with wry amusement. On what charge, my good lady? What
have I stolen? Whom have I harmed?
The Solamnic Knight paused, and then exchanged a look with Dorian. The Rangerlord
lowered his weapon slightly. Desertion of duty.
Really? When did I do that?

Youyou Tiara sputtered.
You had the entire garrison searching for you last night, Dorian smoothly answered.
Explain yourself, and quickly.
The explanation is really quite simple, Rangerlord. There were things we needed.
Mounts and equipment. Last night I went to fetch them.
We have ample steeds for the expedition, Tiara countered.
A mage prefers his own horse to a borrowed one, Lundar explained. It takes many
months to properly train a horse to ignore the scent of spell components and the eeriness which
surrounds us. Ask the White Robe, if you doubt me.
Tiara looked across the stables to where Jasryn stood. The boy took a few steps toward
them, laid his hand on the wooden gate, and nodded. He speaks the truth. The scent of some of
our spell components alone can make a horse skittish. A thrown fireball can cause a horse to
bolt. It was one of things I was concerned about.
I went back for Moonlight and Gust. The evidence speaks for itself, the elfin mage
said simply. With a flourish, he regarded the two horses in their stalls.
Why couldnt I contact Palin last night? Jasryn demanded, hands on his hips.
Because Im protecting you, boy, Lundar answered. Ive woven powerful
enchantments about you and your small pseudodragon. All attempts to scry your location will be
foiled. Unfortunately, the dweomer also interferes with magical communication. Here, your
master sends his regards.
Lundar removed his hands from the folds of his black robes, and produced a thin silver
wand with a glowing ruby at its tip. Jasryn took the wand, recognizing it instantly. This is the
Wand of Fireballs I gave Palin a month ago.
Its been fully recharged, Lundar stated. I suggest you keep it handy, Apprentice.
Jasryn nodded and lowered the magical weapon to his side. There were one or two
empty pockets inside his rather expensive, hand-tailored robe where a wand this size would fit
nicely.
What about the Dragon Orb? Dorian inquired. His tone was threatening.
I have it safe, Lundar promised him.
Jasryn said its dangerous.
For the inexperienced and uninitiated, of course it is, Lundar said simply. In the right
hands, it is quite a potent weapon. Would you have preferred Id have left it for Danvil Felcraft
to use against us?
At this argument, Dorian lowered his weapon, and sheathed it. He nodded to Tiara and
the others, who did likewise. Next time, Lundar, tell us before you pull a vanishing act!
The elf nodded. Forgive me, my friend. I am used to coming and going as I please. In
the future, I will keep you informed.
Excuse me, but I have to get word to my father, Tiara said, and stalked off. Lundar
watched her go for a moment, then turned around and entered a stall where a jet-black mount
stood waiting. Its dark eye watched the strangers balefully.
A number of knights returned to preparing their mounts and loading gear. One or two
continued to watch the mage warily. Targon paused at the entrance to the stall.
Moonlight? the knight inquired. That steed is jet-black.
The elf had picked up a brush and continued his task of brushing down his animal. I
never said which moon I named him for.
Targon stopped dead in his tracks. The fabled black moon. He saw a leather riding
saddle, bit and bridle, and stirrups resting on a bail of hay. Of course. Hes a fine beast.
Should I send a boy to help you saddle him?
Not unless the stableboy is in the habit of being bitten. Moonlight will only suffer me to
touch him.
All right then, Targon answered. He nodded, and exited the stall. Once he was out of
earshot, he then pulled his squire aside, and whispered in the boys ear. Keep an eye on the
Black Robe for me, would you?
What about the other one? the boy asked.
Targon nodded quickly. Him too. Be discreet. Misdoubt me, that black horse was once
a man.
The squire took his meaning. Wizards, dark-souled creatures of darkness, were not to be
trusted, no matter which color robe they wore. The boy swallowed hard and nodded. Aye, Sir
Targon.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
resh snow crunched under ironshod hooves as the column of Solamnic Knights
exited their fortress at Daltigoth. Sir Targon and Lady Tiara rode up front, followed by two
more knights, then Sir Dallyn, whose pegasus needed more space due to the wings. Immediately
behind the aptly-named Starbreeze were Sir Markham and Dorian, riding side by side and talking
softly. In the center of the group rode Princess Mercidith, Timberwolf and the two mages,
followed by Shyla, Gnebbich, and Garnet Irondelve, the smallest three all on ponies and a
donkey. Then on a pair of borrowed riding horses were Jib and Maran, keeping a close eye on
the princess, as was their duty. At the rear of the column were two more knights and their
squires. Overall, the Solamnics had provided a well-armed escort for the expedition, and Dorian
reflected that the rumors hed heard in the tavern yesterday mustve been true. The ruins in the
abandoned quarter of the city were the haunt of thieves and bandits. The city itself was subject
to attack at anytime by monsters from the frozen wastes the great dragon Blizzard called his
domain.
Why hasnt anyone rebuilt the ruins in the abandoned quarter? the Rangerlord had
asked yesterday afternoon of the barkeep. In the strange tavern he kept low-key, wore just his
hunting leathers, quiver and bow. Hed paid for his drink and mutton with silver and copper, not
the good steel Jasryn had paid him with.
Not from the island, are you ranger?
Dorian shook his head. I came to hunt wild game, and to see if the woods are as
formidable as the rumors claim.
Youd best go back to the wild you came from, stranger. We barely scratch out a living
here as it is. Raw ore and metals smelted from the mines is the only work real here. Maybe you
can scare up a couple of pelts in the wild, but thats about all. Nothing grows here no more; not
since the dragon came.
Dorian swallowed half his tankard, then wiped his mouth and asked, Surely, one
dragon cant terrorize a whole island, even one as large as a mountain.
Frost has beasts that serve him, the innkeep whispered, using the dragons old name,
before he grew smart, and changed it. A harem of female wyrms, and armies of ogres and
walrus men, led by monsters that used to be men.
Hello? Timberwolf announced, which pulled Dorian from his thoughts.
Sorry, Tim, the Rangerlord said. His horse snorted, sending up a cloud of fog on the
chill air. What was it you asked?
I said, Ive seen cheerier faces in a funeral procession, Timberwolf commented as they
rode down the street. Shops and homes lined both sides of the avenue, the folk going about their
business, or stopping to see the parade of soldiers that protected them. Every face was devoid of
hope. Even when the gods were absent, leaving Ansalon under the boot-heel of the Knights of
Neraka and the dragon Overlords, people had hope. Could the White Dragon Tyrant have beaten
these people down this badly?
Apparently so, Markham Swordhawk answered. Blizzard is the last of the tyrants.
Ive heard tell that when the other four Overlords fell, only the White remained. Then the Queen
of Darkness died, and the white dragons grew smart and devious. Frost started handling his
minions like a legendary tactician, virtually cut the whole island off from the rest of the world.
The locals changed his name to Blizzard. These islanders felt isolated, alone, and hope has died
in their hearts.
They despaired of ever being free of Frost, Dorian agreed. Well soon fix that, if our
friend the black robe told us the truth about that staff.
Markham looked at him, his blue-gray eyes cold. When was the last time a Black Robe
wizard ever spoke the truth?
Point taken.
After twenty minutes, the procession had come to the first of the outer walls to the city.
Granite stone blocks larger than a warhorse, stacked fifty feet high, completely encompassed this
section of Daltigoth. Stone stairs led up to the wall where there were round towers, capped with
spires every one hundred feet. Buttressed stonework reinforced the battlements, and flags flew
from the shining spires. The gatehouse was enormous, the solid oaken gates covered with a
sheet of good steel. Beyond the gates was an ironwork portcullis, ten feet wide and fifteen feet
high.
That wall wont stop a dragon, Jasryn remarked, regarding the citys defenses. Frosts
minions will just fly over it.
Such is the intelligence of mortals, youngling, Lundar clucked. Then they wonder
why they need such as us to save them.
The solid walls give the people hope, Lord Jasryn, Princess Mercidith commented.
Without hope, all would be lost.
Theyd abandon this city, and leave the island deserted for Blizzard and his ilk, Sir
Stanchion confirmed. But the White Devil wants people to rule over. Who will provide the
beast with tribute when were gone?
They looked up as the portcullis was raised, and clanked loudly. Hooves clomped on
cobblestones as the column began to move forward again. Jasryn noticed the inner defenses of
the gatehouse as they rode through; arrowslits and murderholes were interspaced, where hot oil
could be poured down onto unsuspecting invaders. The boy shook his head. Any decent mage
could overcome these defenses. They were hopelessly obsolete. Then again, he recalled, they
had cast out all their magic-users long ago. There was no one of wisdom and power to reinforce
their efforts with dweomercraft and enchantment. Mayhap that red robed mage whod left his
spellbooks behind untold centuries ago had once helped, but he was long gone.
I have to tell Master Palin to establish a presence here again, Jasryn muttered. These
people are defenseless against magical attack. Fafnir peeped in agreement, and Lundars ears
twitched.
You must be joking, the elf said in Silvanesti. These are the Knights of Solamnia, the
ones who cast us out.
It was the Kingpriest who brought the First Cataclysm down upon Mankind, and cast us
out, Jasryn countered. Not the knights.
And who do you think comprised the Kingpriests army? The rabbits and squirrels of
the woodlands perhaps? Lundar asked in a low voice. Why do you think the peoples of
Ansalon hated the knighthood for three centuries after Istars fall? They rightfully blamed these
lunkheads for propping up that imbeciles reign, even as he brought down the fiery wrath of the
gods.
Jasryn stared at him. He knew history, and what Lundar said now made sense. He hated
to, but the boy was forced to agree with him on that point. Maybe so, but the knighthoods
finally beginning to accept us.
Dont make me laugh, Lundar said, as they exited the gatehouse and started down the
street outside the wall. The houses here were just as well kept, but they seemed older, less
frequented. Fewer people lived here, those who lacked the funds to buy property inside the
innermost wall. These were the middle class, merchants and guild masters, cobblers and
butchers and tanners, who scratched out a decent living and sold their goods at market. The
Solamnics are using you. Majere is a fool if he thinks they can be trusted. Youre being
watched as we speak.
Jasryns eyes flicked over to the tall, black-cloaked figure riding a brown stallion. Hed
earlier seen Timberwolf cast a spell on the beast, so he wouldnt be spooked into throwing off his
rider. Animals couldnt be fooled by illusions the way humans were.
I dont mean your personal bodyguard, foolish boy, Lundar told him. These knights
you hold in such high esteem have been casting you furtive glances since we set out a half hour
ago. They trust you only a little more than they trust me.
Why?
Because youre a mage. These ignorant creatures are beneath our notice. Youre
beyond them
Gentlemen, Dallyn addressed, having turned around in his saddle to talk to them. Ive
understood every word youve said. And doubtless, Im not the only Solamnic Knight who does.
The Silvanesti, Qualinesti, and even Kaganesti established temporary homes on this very island.
Word is, my people are here in force. You might consider holding your conversation at another
time, and I will thank you to cease insulting my knightly brotherhood.
Jasryn swallowed. Hed forgotten not to use Elvish, but Lundar had continued the
conversation in it, so hed just naturally followed along.
Lundar smiled patronizingly under his dark hood, and continued his conversation with
the boy in Nerakese.
Ach, Another fool. An elf that joined the Solamnic Knighthood!
How is that different from an elf who joined the Black Wizards? Jasryn countered.
Every magic-user in Silvanesti wears white.
Not all. Dalamar Nightson wore black, and your own master, Serannon, was infamous
for having turned to the red robes.
Jasryn considered that. Serannon was a powerful illusionist, spells that the elves of
Silvanost turned their up noses at. In fact, if the Knights of Neraka hadnt captured Jasryn when
he was six, threatened to cut his throat, Serannon would never have surrendered and allowed
himself to be murdered. Point taken.
My Lord, will you please stop using the Black Tongue, Princess Mercidith complained.
Surely, there must be some other language you can hold a conversation in?
Jasryn winced. There must be even more Knights of Solamnia here who understood
Nerakese than Elvish. Know thine enemy, meant that every knight had learned enough
Nerakese to get by in case he were captured or trapped behind enemy lines. It was part of their
basic education.
Jasryn frowned, deep in thought. Whats left? Solamnic? We surely cant speak in
Eldritch. The Holy Tongue of Magic is only to be used in the casting of spells.
Just then, Lundar Eclipse began making deep, guttural noises from his throat. It almost
sounded like rocks being ground together. Jasryns head spun in Lundars direction. He actually
understood what was being said!
How about the Mother Tongue, then? Lundar Eclipse had just asked him.
The young mages eyes widened. Hesitantly, he responded. HhowHow canI
underststand you?
This is a very ancient language, in a mode rarely used. As old as Eldritch, and as
cherished. Youll soon remember, Young One.
Jasryn noticed that Sunder was staring in their direction. He obviously either understood
what was being said, or was on the very edge of understanding. But, Jasryn noticed, he was the
only one.
The boy suddenly faced forward. A part of him, long buried, suddenly felt a very strong
attachment to Lundar Eclipse that went beyond the bonds of wizardly brotherhood. Jasryn had
last heard this language so very long ago, before hed been kidnapped and taken to Neraka, even
before hed come to be Serannons ward and apprentice.
His mother used to sing him lullabies in this language!
Wispy memories floated just out of reach. Images of a warm cavern, with glittering gems
that were embedded in the very walls. In the center was an underground pool of water, fed by
streams and a waterfall. Glittering water, cool and soft. Dripping everywhere, echoing
So, you do remember, Lundar stated, obviously reading the images flashing through his
mind. Jasryn slowly nodded. Excellent.
The young White Robe remained silent for the rest of the afternoon. He numbly watched
as they passed gardens and city parks. There were some old, dead husks of tree trunks, covered
with ice and snow. Oak, maple, and ash. The only sign of life were the pines and evergreen
trees. The dragon had not only altered the climate, hed changed the flora and fauna. Species
common to cold climes were abundant here. Everything else was long dead.
At least the lumberjacks and carpenters can still eek out a living, Jasryn mused.
Thats when he heard the shrieking wind, which blew his long hair and fluttered his
robes. Fafnir sniffed the air, suddenly alert. The connection between mage and familiar set
Jasryns teeth on edge. Even the Solamnic Knights looked around them, watching the
abandoned buildings. One or two pulled their swords, searching the skies for sudden attack.
Overcast gunmetal gray clouds threatened more snow, but that was all anyone saw.
Whats the matter, boy? Jasryn asked, reaching up with his left hand to stroke the
small pseudodragon.
An image filled Jasryns mind of a slithering serpent with a barbed tail, giant scalloped
wings as white as snow, and a maw that belched icy, blizzard-like winds.
Dragon, Jasryn whispered. Fafnir senses dragon, somewhere nearby.
Mark and the other knights stared at the young wizard. That cant be good.
Heed your familiars warning, my lord, Sunder suddenly said, the first time hed
spoken since the Knights Council. Something wicked comes. I sense it, too.
Jasryn nodded. He switched the reins to his left hand, reached inside his robes, and
withdrew the slender silver wand. The ruby at its tip glowed, even in full daylight. If Lundar
told the truth, the wand was fully charged. He Sensed the magic in it, a potent static that tingled
in his hand.
Soft fluttering, feathered wings taking to flight, came from a pine tree off to their right.
A pair of mated snow-owls took to the sky. More knights drew their swords, and Jasryn pointed
his wand in that direction. Seeing feathered wings instead of leather ones, Jasryn sighed with
relief, and lowered his wand slightly. Off in the distance, bells sounded, calling the faithful to
worship.
Either that, or a call to arms, a warning voice echoed in the teenagers head.
The snows started to fall, lightly at first. Flurries blew in their faces. All around them,
the few people cleared the streets, hurried back home. A hush fell upon the city. It was like a
frozen fairyland, everything covered in snow, and icicles hung from roofs and tree branches.
Brown leaves and gray skies. All deceptively quiet and peaceful.
I think wed better find cover before the weather turns worse, Lady Tiara called to the
others. They had come far, and were at the edge of the Abandoned Quarter of Daltigoth. This
was not the best of places to find shelter for the night, for the population here were laborers,
people who begged or stole for a living when they couldnt find honest work.
I know of an inn nearby, my lady, Sir Targon announced. The White Stag. Not the
best of taverns, but twill serve.
How far? Tiara asked. By now, the snow had started to fall with a purpose. It was
already two feet deep from previous storms, and these flakes were swiftly adding to what already
lay there.
Two or three blocks, maybe four.
Tiara nodded. Stay sharp. Well stop at the inn for a few hours until the storm passes.
Good, tis nearly suppertime, Garnet grumbled.
Always thinking of your stomach, Master Dwarf? a knight to Garnets left asked. His
sword was still out, surveying the buildings as if he expected a gang of hoodlums to attack at any
second. Hoodlums or worse.
Nothing wrong with a good, hot meal, lad, Garnet told him. A full stomach will make
ye less jittery.
Somehow, I dont think youll find the menu to your liking, Garn, Markham added
with a smile. It wont be the Inn of the Last Home.
It wasnt. When they arrived at the ramshackle inn, consisting of three old wooden
buildings and a stable, Jasryn saw to his horse himself, making sure there was fresh hay and
water in the stall. The place smelled of urine. He removed the bit and bridle so Gust could eat,
and then waved over the stableboy. You have fresh oats?
The boy hesitated a moment, and then nodded. Aye, my lord.

Jasryn slipped him two silver coins. Thats for my horse. Keep an eye on him, and
theres more for you later.
Thank ye, sir.
Boy.
Both Jasryn and the stableboy looked up at Lundars tone. It took Jasryn a second to
realize he meant the stable hand. The teenager was obviously wary of the other mages black
robes. Yyes, milord?
This is for Moonlight. Fresh oats. If I come back and my stallion should tell me he was
mistreated, Ill turn you into a packhorse, Eclipse intoned darkly. The dark elfs demeanor left
no doubt that he was dead serious. He dropped a steel piece into the boys trembling hand.
That goes for the young apprentices mount, as well.
The stableboy swallowed, unable to speak. He merely nodded. Jasryn distinctly heard a
tinkling sound, and realized the poor kid had soaked his breeches.
That was uncalled for, Lundar, Jasryn stated flatly. Hed deliberately asked Fafnir to
turn invisible so as not to spook anybody. He felt the little pseudodragon squirm when the Black
Robe set his eyes on Jasryn.
Wisdom comes with experience, Young One, Lundar Eclipse said cryptically. Come
on. By now, those muscle-headed boobs have either quelled the common room into utter silence,
or started a brawl.
Just outside, the two mages could see Dallyn Forestrunner tending his pegasus in the
corral. There was no room for the wondrous beast to spread her wings in the stables, and she
disliked the smell of the place. The elfin knight saw to it that she had enough oats and water,
then wrapped himself in his white wool cloak and headed toward them.
Pegasi are used to weather like this, he explained. Plenty of crisp, fresh air
invigorates her.
Arent you worried shell fly away? Jasryn asked, nodding his head in the beasts
direction. Dallyn had left Starbreeze untethered. She stretched her great wings to full length, a
span of more than twenty feet.
Dallyn smiled. No.
The three strangers entered the main building, which was shabby and weather worn. The
taverns underlying buzz died down slightly as the two mages entered the common room, and
Jasryn felt several eyes settle upon them. Smoke, alcohol, and vomit mixed with the smell of
burnt food wafting through the still. The Solamnics had occupied several tables by the taverns
fireplace, and Jasryn spotted his friends quickly. Theyd claimed a booth in the far right corner,
lit by two guttered candles. A waitress was just serving the first course from an old, dented tin
tray. The buildings second level featured a shadowy wooden balcony, which overlooked the
common room. A bard by the fire struggled to produce a catchy tune on his lyre, an old country
song Jasryn recognized. He swiftly crossed the room and slid in next to Markham.
Ye call this mutton? Garnet complained. He slammed a steel piece down on the
gnarled wooden table and grimaced. Tell the cook to slaughter one of the goats ye have out
back. Im famished!
The poor girl lowered her now-empty tray and glared down at the beleaguered dwarf.
We keep those goats for their milk and cheese, dwarf. Itll take more than one steel piece to get
ol Gary to slaughter one for your supper!
Markham smiled, and added another steel piece to the pile. Forget the goat. One of
those chickens from the coop will be fine, miss.
The girl smiled at the young Solamnic Knight, and took the coins. Then, she turned to
the young mage. Roit. An what can I get for you, mage?
Jasryn smiled. Two live mice.
The waitress stared at him for a moment. What?
Fafnir suddenly reappeared, curled around Jasryns shoulders, his little head resting on
top of the young mages noggin, liquid ruby eyes studying the girl. She shrieked and dropped
her tin tray, which fell clattering to the floor. Dorian gave her a knowing smirk.
Whats that? she demanded. Now every head in the tavern was staring.
Fafnir. He wont bite, Jasryn promised. The mice are for him. Ill have a bowl of
stew and half a loaf of bread for myself. Oh, and a pint of ale.
The good stuff, Garnet warned her. Or my friend the mage here ll turn you into a
mouse and feed ye to the wee beastie.
Eyes ballooning, the girl bent, picked up her fallen tray, and quickly headed off to the
kitchen. Jasryn couldnt help but smile at the joke. He shook his head and stroked the small
dragon.
Garnet, youre impossible.
Why? She doesnt know you cant cast that spell yet, the dwarf said with a wink, and
swallowed some more beer from his tankard. Next to him, Dorian took a long puff from a thin
pipe, and watched the crowded common room.
Actually, I can, Jasryn whispered. Tis called Polymorph, but it requires a willing
subject.
Aye, lad, but the lass donae know that, Garnet replied with a wink.
Why the long face, ranger? Markham asked, swallowing a swig of ale.
Eat and be merry while you can, gentlemen, Dorian warned. Something stalks us.
Jasryn and Markham looked at the ranger, then around the room. The crowd was a bit
seedier than what they were used to back in Solace, but they didnt seem all that threatening, not
after Dark Knights, Orcs and vampires.
You have to be kidding, Dorian, Mark replied. He took another swallow of ale, and
wiped his face with the back of his hand. This crowd has nothing more threatening in it than
third-rate pickpockets. Shylas a bigger threat than they are.
Im not talking about this room, Knight, and I think you know that, Dorian told him.
There was a foulness on the air tonight. We all felt it. That lady knight had enough sense to
seek shelter until she could get the lay of the land. If youll excuse me?
Dorian rose from his seat, and crossed the tavern. Lady Tiara had just entered the room,
and stood by the door with Targon and another knight. A tall, black-cloaked figure spoke with
all three of them, nodding at something. Above Jasryn, Fafnir peeped.
I like this not, Markham said softly.
Eat yer food, lad, Garnet recommended. Your superior officer and Dorian appear to
have things well in hand. Theyll tell us if anythins amiss.
Realizing Garnet was righthoped the dwarf was rightMarkham continued with his
stew. The rabbit was tender and fresh, something he really hadnt expected from the quality of
such an establishment. The ale wasnt half-bad, either. The owner mustve broken out his best
for us.
Probably doesnt get many Solamnic Knights, Timberwolf said. They know better
than to offend the local garrison.
Markham nodded. The waitress came back, placed a steaming bowl of stew and a
tankard of ale before the mage, and a small wooden cage with three white mice inside. Fafnir
chirped happily, his little claws digging into Jasryns shoulders. Okay! Okay! Gimme a
second, Sheesh!
Youre lucky. Gary owns a cat. These were intended for her, the girl commented, and
then looked askance at the mage. You werent really going to turn me into a mouse, were
you?
Jasryn reached for the little cage and opened the door. He grabbed a mouse, and then
winked at her. You never know.
The teenaged mage fed a mouse to his pseudodragon, which gobbled it up in two gulps.
The waitress winked at him, then turned and went to a nearby table, where a lumberjack was
calling for refills of their beer.
Ugh! Will you please feed that thing someplace else? Garnet asked.
Why? Jasryn asked, honestly ignorant of the displeasure hed caused the dwarf.
Because most of us dont eat our food live and uncooked, alive and squeaking,
Markham told him, his tone emphasizing with the dwarf. He pushed his own bowl away from
him.
Sorry, Jasryn told him. He closed the cage, and began to eat his own meal, hoping
Mark would forget about the faux paus.
Herr baron,
Everyone at the table looked up at the cloaked figure that suddenly loomed over them.
The black cowl hid his true features. It looked like a normal, if unusually tall, human being
beneath that cape. No one had even heard his approach.
Yeah, Sunder? Jasryn answered. He stirred his stew with a wooden spoon.
Be on your guard. I sensed dragonkind this nocht.
Dragonkind? Markham asked. As in dragons?
No, Sunder said with certainty. As in Dragon-spawn.
Everyone froze.
Spawn? Not draconians? Timberwolf inquired. Sunder nodded his head.
Do ye think they sense the lance again?
No, the assassin told them. Eclipse is cloaking us with his spells. But they know the
baron is here, in this city. Theyre searching for you.
Jasryn swallowed the mouthful of food hed been chewing. Suddenly, he didnt feel
hungry anymore. Perfect.
But why Jasryn? Markham asked. I can understand Felcraft and the Dark Knights
being after him, but this isnt Neraka. What interest does the white wyrm have in an apprentice
mage?
I do not know that yet, Sunder told him. But two spawn flew over our position not
twenty-five minutes ago. They are conducting a standard search pattern.
Thank you, Sunder, Jasryn said, looking up at him. His blue eyes looked impossibly
young. One of the candles on their table had burned down to nothing, and a thin tendril of
smoke rose toward the ceiling. Get yourself something to eat. Gods only know when well get
another chance to rest.
The assassin nodded. In a moment, he turned, walked away, and took a seat at the next
table. Markham eyed the assassin with a wary eye. Cant fault him for his loyalty. Least he
appears to be seriously trying to protect Jase.
I think I trust him more than Eclipse, Timberwolf commented.
Aw, hes not that bad for a Black Robe, Garnet muttered in a low voice. He downed
the last draft of beer in his tankard, and then waved the waitress over for a refill. The wizard in
question was at a nearby table, dining alone. No one went near him, and he apparently preferred
it that way. Jasryn felt slightly guilty, then thought better of it. If Lundar wanted his solitude,
better to let him be.
Jasryn stirred his stew with a hunk of bread, absently chewed it. He knew he needed to
keep his strength up if he were going to spellcast. Channeling enormous magical energies
through his body and soul tended to drain any mage, which was one of the reasons for carrying
aggressive enchanted weapons, like the Wand of Fireballs. A War Wizard like Jasryn was
trained to react quickly in a combat situation and fire off spells in a fraction of the time normal
mages took, but spellcasting still took its toll. As a young child in Castle Ravenwood, the heir to
the baron, Jasryn had learned how to ride a horse and throw a dagger with deadly accuracy.
Later, growing up with a Solamnic Knight for a roommate, Jasryn spent at least some of his time
exercising and learning how to handle a quarterstaff in combat. Deceptively thin, the young
mage at least knew how to handle himself physically.
I think wed best spend the night here, Timberwolf told the others. At least, until
those spawn leave the area.
Sounds good to me, Garnet told him. Course, I doubt well get much sleep here.
Place is probably infested with bedbugs.
Jasryn smiled at that comment.

The wind howled, and the flames in the fireplace flickered. No matter what was decided,
this would be a long night.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
asryn was awake before the loud crash and sound of splintering wood came
from downstairs, heralding the battle, even began. Slightly after Deepwatch, in the wee hours of
the morning, Fafnir had sensed something very wrong. His liquid ruby eyes fairly glowed in the
dark of the bedchamber the knights had rented at the inn. A gentle telepathic nudge woke his
master first, then one by one, and the other companions. Jasryn had slept in his clothes, thinking
it wise to be prepared. He was reaching for his boots even as his companions woke.
Jase, whats going on? Markham whispered in the dark.
Dunno, Jasryn answered, glancing at Fafnir, and then creeping to their window. He
opened one of the thin wooden slits on the closed shutters and peeked outside. But I dont think
Fafnir wouldve woken all of us up without good cause.
The sudden crashing sound of the front door downstairs being broken down confirmed
their worst fears. Jasryn reached inside his robes for his wand, then crossed to the door. Fafnir
was around his shoulders in a heartbeat. The teenager was touching the latch even as Markham
fumbled for his sword.
Drek! Jase, wait for us! Dont face them alone! Marks voice called from behind.
Im just taking a look, Jasryn replied. Another crash, and the sound of people
screaming, spurred him to action. Hurry up with that armor. Were out of time!
Behind him, Mark fumbled with his chestplate, swearing. Jase!
The first thing Jasryn noticed when he stepped into the hall was the wind, cold and bitter,
whistling through the open doorway downstairs and through the entire inn. Two squires of
Solamnia and Sir Targon, who had been assigned guard duty, were nowhere to be seen.
Downstairs, he heard snarling and growling, the crackle of electricity, and the rush of a winters
blast of frigid air. The ruby at the tip of his wand glowed like a firebrand in the dimness.
Firelight, mixed with magic lightning, flickered just beyond the wooden rail, which overlooked
the common room. Jasryn went to it, aimed his wand, and gasped. Two huge white monsters,
which could only be dragon-spawn, grappled with Sunder. One looked wounded. Dark blood
flowed freely from a neck wound. Off in a corner, at the foot of the stairs, the frozen bodies of
the two young squires stood like ice statues. Targon had his morningstar, a heavy affair with
several nasty looking spikes radiating from an iron sphere, and was trying to connect with the
spawns skull. The brave knight was only still alive because the spawn had already been
wounded, probably by Sunder. Jasryn knew he only had seconds to act.
A fireball from the wand in here would bring the whole place down in flames, the mage
realized. Only one real spell I can use against these things, but at least itll draw the spawns
attention away from Targon. Jasryn stretched out his empty left hand, pointed directly to the
wounded white spawn, and pronounced the words of power:
Kalith karan, tobaniskar! Four bolts of sizzling white energy exploded from his
fingertips, shot unerringly from the balcony down to the common room, and seared right through
the altered dragonarmor to the monsters chest beneath. The creature roared, momentarily dazed.
This distraction gave Targon his chance. The Solamnic Knight moved in and brought his
morningstar crashing down onto the spawns head. The hulk fell to his knees, bleeding profusely
now.
Paladine! Lady Tiara cried, rushing past Jasryn and down the stairs. She only had
parts of her armor on; a chestplate, greaves, bracers, and a dragonhelm. She was armed with a
longsword that even from here radiated a strong charge of magic that Jasryn felt. To arms! To
arms! Were under attack!
Tiara descended the stairs two at time, joining Targon against his foe, as more knights
answered their commanders call. Squires rushed past Jasryn, who was preparing another spell.
In moments, the two rangers were at his side, longbows out and arrows nocked. Timberwolfs
silver arrowhead pulsed with bluish light.
Armors weak in the neck and joints, Dorian told him. Aim for that.
Wont these things explode when we kill them? Timberwolf asked cautiously.
Probably, Dorian answered. Ive never faced the white variety before.
Worry about that later, Jasryn told them. If we dont hurt them, theyll kill all of us.
Tell us something we dont know, wizard, Dorian snapped. Shoot!
Two shafts flew unerringly down to their targets. Dorians simply bounced off the white
dragon scales comprising his targets back, as he twisted out of the way while combating Sunder.
Timberwolfs arrow, however, found its mark, and embedded itself in the braincase of the
already wounded spawn. The white monster screamed once, then collapsed face first to the
taverns floor.
Get back! Jasryn cried in warning. He himself ducked behind the wall. Fafnir hissed.
Itll explode in an Ice Storm!
Heeding the young mages warning, both Solamnic Knights jumped away from their
dead adversary. A moment later and the dead spawn erupted in a roar of cracking ice, sounding
much like an avalanche in Icewall. Chunks of solid crystal flew in all directions and slammed
into the wooden bar, the small stage on the far side of the room, the stone fireplace, and all four
combatants downstairs. The two rangers got caught by small, sharp crystal shards that flew
upward, then tinkled down again in an icy rain. The rangers were angry, but essentially
unharmed.
Thanks for the warning, White Robe! Dorian shouted sarcastically. He reached for
another arrow and nocked it quickly. Ice crunched under his boots as he approached the rail
again.
Weve got more company, Timberwolf cried, drawing another blessed silver arrow
from his quiver. Thanoi.
Jasryn, I hope youve got a range spell handy, Dorian asked as he took careful aim
from the top of the balcony.
Im improvising, the boy told him, concentrating on his magic. He wasnt all that sure
this would even work, but it made logical sense, from what hed read about familiars. Jasryn
held onto Fafnir with both hands, drew the magical energies into his being and channeled them
into his familiar. With practiced ease, he pronounced the words to his spell.
Kair Gadurm moipiar, and the small pseudodragon began to glow softly.
Okay, Fafnir. Sic em! Jasryn cried, and the small dragon took wing, arcing overhead
then down into the tavern below. Both rangers released their shafts, striking straight and true.
One of five Thanoi took an arrow in his right eye socket, dying instantly. The second,
Timberwolfs glowing shaft, struck the dragon-spawns right shoulder, and the creature
screamed.
Sunder threw one of his enchanted daggers. The blade embedded itself in the spawns
left claw-like hand even as it reached for the blue spawn assassin. Sunder flashed him a wicked
grin.
Youre hit, old son, Sunder told him. Poisons coursing through you now.
Fafnir then landed on the lead thanois head, having a rather unique effect. Electricity
flowed from his small claws, crackling in a bright blue arc. The walrus man screamed in agony.
Fafnirs tail whipped out, stung the barbarian warrior five or six times, and added poison into the
bargain. Instantly, the warrior fell sound asleep. Fafnir was jumping to the next walrus man
even before his first victim hit the floor.
Dorian and Timberwolf gave the young mage a look of admiration even as they nocked
new shafts. You gave lightning to your dragon?
Shocking Grasp hex. Learned it before I could throw lightning bolts, Jasryn told him,
and held up his shining silver wand. I didnt dare use this in here. A fireball would burn the
whole place to the ground!
Good thinking, Timberwolf told him. We need to take this fight outside. Besides,
theres probably more where these guys came from!
What are they? Princess Mercidith asked, just coming up behind her companions. She
had thrown on a bed robe of pink silk. The cleric of Mishakal was probably the only one of them
all who had slept soundly.
Dragon-spawn and thanoiwalrus men, Jasryn swiftly explained. Frost mustve sent
them.
Really? I thought they came for the inns fine ale and famous cuisine, Dorian quipped,
and fired again. His longbow twanged loudly, and the shaft flew straight and true.
Highness, please stay behind us, Jib Dromond suggested. He had his shining cutlass
out. Gentlemen, theres more thanoi outside. The dwarf jumped out the window into the snow.
He fights alone.
Jasryns head snapped in the privateers direction. Meet me out there. I can do more
good out in the open anyway!
Be careful! Dorian cried, even as Jasryn dashed back to his bedroom. Blasted kid!
Hes going to get himself killed!
Down in the tavern, seven thanoi and one white dragon-spawn lay dead, their blood
soaking the old wooden floor. More thanoi piled in through the open doorway to replace them,
however. Markham and Tiara fought their way to the door, already trying to take the fight
outside. Shadowsong glowed as brilliantly as torchlight, slicing through metal armor, flesh, and
bone.
Thats it. Lets go, Dorian said to Timberwolf, and led his friend down the stairs.
That dwarf kills all the walrus men by himself, and well never hear the end of it!
Jasryn threw open the wooden shutters, letting in the snowstorm that raged outside.
Somewhere in the night sky above the clouds, Solinari waxed and rose in the sky in stark silver
beauty. He had two spells in mind: his flying spell, and the new one. Wand in hand, the boy
closed his eyes and repeated the words which burned in his mind:
Skyrr kalith Karen Jistrathar! Jasryn felt magic tingle in his blood, the rush that
always accompanied the casting of magic, and knew his spell was active. Without hesitation, he
jumped out the window and into the open night sky. He flew like a white snowhawk, robes
billowing about his thin form. Wind and snow caught his robes and hair, blew into his face.
Visibility was poor, and he distinctly heard the sounds of battle below him.
Dim shapes, short and stocky, massed toward the inn. By the door could be heard the
distinctive sound of metal striking metal, and the outline of a small humanoid form. Snow
blurred his vision, and the cold bit right through the thick samite material of his robes.
This is no good. I cant tell where Garnet is. If I cast a spell over a wide area, Im sure
to hit him. Hmm. I dont think hes out there, by that tree. Set it on fire, and it might provide
enough light to fight by.
Jasryn aimed his wand at the old, gnarled and twisted tree, and pronounced the word that
would trigger the wands dweomer. Kair!
A bolt of angry red burst from the glowing ruby, increased in size quickly, and blazed a
path through the night air. The flaming sphere struck the old pine tree, exploded in fiery glory,
and set the massive trunk ablaze. Flames cast a flickering, brilliant scarlet glow across a wide
area, making all the targets visible. Jasryn smiled. Okay, I killed a tree, but at least now we can
see where our enemies are!
Doorknob of a mage! Garnets voice could be heard over the howling wind. You
messed up my darkvision!
The boy continued to grin. He may have ruined the advantage Garnets special dwarven
eyesight gave him, but it also allowed his friends to fight by his side. Indeed, out of the front
door of the inn could be seen two figures in Solamnic plate armor, Markham and Tiara. He
knew the two rangers wouldnt be far behind them.
Stop complaining, Garn, Marks voice could be heard, below and close to the inn.
Were here now, and we humans dont have your special night-sight!
Youre late, the dwarf grumbled. Were way ahead of you.
Off somewhere to Jasryns right, he heard the leathery flap of wings, and the screaming
of something inhuman. The fire was burning pretty well now, painting the white crystal flakes in
shades of orange, red, and yellow. Still cant see a blasted thing! But somethings out there.
He aimed the wand again in the direction of the scream, and spoke the magic word.
Kair, and a second fireball, this one blue, seared a blazing sapphire path across the
night sky. This time, he caught the distinct outline of a huge humanoid shape with scalloped
wings. The fireball exploded, the thing was caught in the fringes of the blast. He distinctly saw
three humanoid shapes for a second or two. Two had batlike wings for flight, while the third was
a man under influence of a flying spell. Jasryn realized who that was, and swallowed.
Uh, oh. Lundars gonna be ticked..
Fool! The other mage cried in surprise and anger. You just shot at me!
Great. Smooth move, Jase, the young mage thought to himself. This storms made
visibility almost nonexistent. Fafnir, come to me. I need you.
Surrender and we shall let you live, One of the spawn shouted over the howling wind.
The language he spoke was the same Lundar had used, just was they were going through the
gatehouse yesterday morning. The master left orders. He wants you both alive.
Ill just bet he does, Lundar replied in the same language. He started spellcasting from
twenty yards away, and Jasryn Sensed it from that distance, a very powerful summoning indeed.
The words to that spell were familiar, too. He remembered the trigger words from the unknown
Red Robes old tome of magic. Sorry, but Im afraid the Apprentice and I will have to decline
Frosts generous offer.
Hes summoning Shadow Monsters to do battle for him, Jasryn realized. He heard
something small flutter to his side, and immediately knew it to be Fafnir. At Jasryns bidding,
the small pseudodragon alighted on his shoulders. The boy laid his left hand on the small
dragon. His scales felt colder than usual to his touch. Sorry, Faf. Im starting to shiver, too. I
waited for you before I cast this powerful spell. Itll protect us both from the cold.
The pseudodragon hissed, his meaning clear, even if there werent a telepathic bond
between them. Hurry up!
The boy closed his eyes and once more summoned the magic of Krynn. The Silver Moon
was up there somewhere, lending him its strength. Hed never cast this spell before, the one hed
found in the dusty old tome in the storage closet of the library. Jasryn doubted anyone had cast it
for endless ages. The shock and surprise on the spawn would make this well worth it.
Ast Kiranann Kair Magen fisp avaun!
Nothing happened for a moment. The dragon-spawn started winging in his direction, and
Fafnir hissed his displeasure. An image forced itself into Jasryns mind of the approaching
danger. He wasnt concentrating enough. The mage forced the image from his thoughts,
immersed in the magic. The words burned in his mind, just on the verge of being born. The
teenager ignored the spawn, ignored Fafnirs tiny claws that dug into his shoulders. He ignored
the cold wind and ice crystals and snowflakes, which stung his by now numb face. This spell
would work. It had to!
Ast Kiranann Kair Magen fisp avaun! Instantly, wispy green flames flared into
being, and turned the young white robed mage and his small familiar into a flying firebrand.
They were ghost flames, half the brilliance of a torch. After a few seconds, Jasryn felt warmth
fill his being. He stopped shivering, as did his familiar. He opened his eyes.
A white, roughly humanoid shape hovered in the air before him, perhaps ten yards
distant. By the light of his new spell, Jasryn saw it clearly. The spawn resembled Sunder in
many respects, but its scales were white instead of blue, it wore transmuted Solamnic armor, and
it was armed with a greatsword that radiated magic to his enchanted Senses. The look, which
reflected in the spawns solid blue eyes, was priceless.
Kair! Jasryn cried, and a third fireball erupted from the tip of his wand. This flaming
sphere shot forward, exploded in violent fury, and sent both combatants flying backwards. The
spawn screamed in agony, and fell from the sky in flames. The fringes of the explosion caught
Jasryn in the chest, seared him, and drove him back.
Ow ow ow ow! Stupid. That was really stupid of me! I got caught in the blast of my own
fireball! The chill shieldit protects me from cold, but mustve increased my sensitivity to the
flames.
Jasryn fell ten feet before he regained control of his flight. Fafnir held on for dear life,
and then hissed his displeasure. Wind hit the flaming shield that enveloped his body, and forced
him backward even more, but at least he didnt feel its bite any longer.
Sorry, Faf. I shouldve anticipated that, but I didnt realize
An image of himself, wearing a dunce cap and being lowered into a cauldron of boiling
oil, suddenly filled his mind. Jasryn knew it was his small dragon, communicating
telepathically.
No, I really didnt know! This is the very first time Ive ever cast this spell!
Storm! A little help here would be appreciated! Lundars voice called over the wind.
Jasryn turned in that direction, and started flying toward the Black Wizards voice.
Coming!
The flash of another exploding fireball gave away Lundars exact location. The young
White Robe homed in on it.
It wasnt that far away, about forty-five degrees to his right and thirty yards above. The
wispy flames gave off a light he could see by, but for the same reason, it made him stand out
even more. The boy was thankful the thanoi werent armed with bows and arrows. He held out
the glowing tip of his small silver wand, searching for his comrade and his adversary. Thats
when he realized something odd about the sound of inhuman screaming and moaning, and Jasryn
shuddered again.
That isnt the wind. Its something else. Something Lundars conjured.
Indeed, he saw a mass of jet-black flying through the skies, small balls of light
surrounding it and attacking. The shadow monster screamed from exposure to the light.
This makes no sense whatsoever. Why would Lundar summon a shadow creature to fight
for him, and then summon Will-O-the-Wisps to fight it?
Another voice echoed in his head. He didnt.
The boy flew further, until he could see two figures floating in the snowstorm. The
flakes coated the elfs black robes outlined him clearly. The spawns white scales and armor
were a far better camouflage. Jasryn had to concentrate in order to pick it out.
I think I see him, Jasryn said to Fafnir, and aimed the wand. Kair!
Another fiery bolt burst from the magic glowing ruby, this one yellow flames, grew to
full size and exploded in pyrotechnic glory. By its light, Jasryn could see hed missed, but not
by much. The spawn had been caught in the fringes, and had taken at least some damage. The
creature fell for a minute before recovering, flapping its massive leathery wings. The wind
increased in force, blinding him once more.
Lundar! I cant see a thing! Jasryn cried. Lundar!
know!to land!
That made sense. This storm wasnt naturalnone of the weather on this island was.
Conditions were bad for flying in any case, but Jasryn had still hoped to tackle the spawn in their
own element, and apparently Lundar had had the same idea. The Wand of Fireballs was a very
potent weapon against cold-based creatures, but he still had to see clearly in order to hit them.
This storm masked their location, and now that it was growing worse, fighting them was a virtual
impossibility.
Jasryn descended carefully, not wanting to hit the ground without warning, or worse, to
land amidst a unit of enemy thanoi soldiers. In a few minutes, hed found the still-blazing tree,
and the ground. The boy landed, the snow at his feet melting quickly from his magically
immolated form. He knew this spell would last about eight minutes, but hed lost track of time
in combat, and wasnt sure how much longer his protection would last.
Frosts minions are still out there somewhere, he thought, wand held out.
The boy took a few steps, before he found a man, draped in black and covered in snow,
on his hands and knees. By the faint green light of his fiery aura, Jasryn could see red stains
stand out starkly on the white blanket of snow.
Lundar, youre injured, Jasryn said.
How very observant of you, the elfin mage replied sarcastically. Youll go far with
skills like that.
Jasryn! Marks voice called. The boy looked up.
Over here! Mark, were here! the mage replied. Lundars wounded! Wheres
Mercidith?
Dont Lundar began, gasping for air. He held up a hand to fend them off. Dont let
her near me. She cant help. Shes a cleric of goodness.
Figures approached them out of the storm. Two tall human knights, and a dwarf lugging
his axe, trailed behind them.
Jasryn.... Markham whispered in awe, as he saw his friend wreathed in green flames.
Whatve you done to yourself?
Fire Shield, Jasryn explained, stepping forward. It provides protection from cold
Abruptly, the green flames sputtered and went out like a blown candle. The teenager was
once again standing there in the cold and dark. What the heck just happened? The spell
couldnt have worn off like that! It shouldve slowly faded!
There was something else, something foreign, and alien. Jasryn Sensed magical cold.
Not cold from the winter storm, but cold as if something had drained all the magic from his
being. He couldnt Sense the charge in his wand any longer, and the ruby had stopped glowing
altogether. Instinctively, his eyes locked on the enchanted war-axe the dwarf held.
Garnet, your axe
What about it? the dwarf asked. He held the ancient weapon up, inspecting it carefully.
It vibrated slightly, the vibration growing stronger the closer it got to the two mages. It started
t hum awhile back. There was this flash of light, and then
Where Lundar Eclipse rasped. He was sitting up on his knees in the snow,
Timberwolf kneeling at his side. The shaman wasnt trying to heal him with his clerical powers.
That wouldnt have worked on the elf in any case, because he wasnt a warrior, or a servant of
goodness. Instead, he was using traditional techniques, binding the elf mages wounds with
strips of cloth. where did you get that axe from?
Jasryn found it in Nefariants castle, Garnet replied, pointing to the young White
Wizard. Gave it to me. Tis the work of Ruby Hammerfel. It bears his mark.
The two mages exchanged a look. Lundars tone was accusing and judgmental. Didnt
you bother to identify its dweomer?
A chill ran up Jasryns spine, which had nothing to do with the weather. He shook his
head. No. Never had the chance. It was enchanted, and Garnet used it in battle against the orcs
and Dark Knights, but
You young fool, Lundar hissed. That axe is a magic sink!
Lundar, Timberwolf chided, while working. Youve been grievously injured by that
things claws. Will you please hold still?
A magic sink? Garnet repeated, staring at the axe in awe.
Jase, whats a magic sink? Markham asked. Both he and Lady Tiara stared at him,
waiting for an answer.
An enchanted item that generates an antimagic field. It absorbs magical energy, Jasryn
repeated from memory. A mage cant cast spells around it. An axe like thatits quite a useful
weapon against magical creatures, like dragons and their spawn.
And against mages, youyoudoorknob! Lundar finally said. Quickly, test its
range.
Jasryn nodded, holding up his wand, and stepping back away from the dwarf. After
several steps backward, the magical ruby started to glow strongly again. Ten feet. That sounds
about right.
Same as an antimagic field, Lundar agreed. Youre lucky it didnt completely drain
you when you picked it up in that vampires stronghold!
Jasryn swallowed. Hed been lucky, indeed. Garn, when did that thing start to hum?
The dwarf looked at him. Right after I helped Lundar against that spawn.
The boy nodded. Then thats what activated it. It behaved like a normal enchanted
weapon until you wounded the spawn, and then
Its an artifact, Lundar agreed, helped to his feet by the plainsman ranger. And a
powerful one. Keep that thing away from me. Far away.
Without another word, the elf gathered his black robes about his thin form, and trudged
off through the snow, back into the Inn of the White Stag.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
undar Eclipse was sullen as he mounted his great black stallion the following
morning. The elfin mage kept to himself, totally ignoring the other members of the party,
including Jasryn. Dorian saw Eclipse casting furtive glances at the dwarf, and he smiled at the
fact that Garnet held a weapon the Black Robe was actually afraid of.
The dark wizard sat astride his stallion, a supernatural creature that to Jasryns eyes,
resembled a Nightmare. This he knew was impossible, or at least, highly unlikely. The horse
snorted, casting billowing clouds of fog on the chill morning air. Gust, his own gelding, shied
away from the black stallion. The boy reached down to pat his horses neck, speaking in
soothing tones. Easy, boy. Tis only a horse.
Fafnir squirmed on top of him. Part of Jasryns mind answered him. You know better
than that, wizard. The boy shuddered. There were times when the young magician accepted the
old accolade, Ignorance is bliss.
Your wounds healed enough, Lundar? Jasryn asked, genuine concern in his voice.
They couldnt leave the elf behind, but they couldnt delay their departure, either. After what
happened last night, they didnt dare delay.
Aye, Apprentice. The Medicine Man at least knows the art of binding and healing with
herbs, Lundar responded. Jasryn shook his head.
Youd think hed at least stop insulting Timberwolf, after what hed done for him last
night, Jasryn thought with contempt. Hed never get used to the way wearers of the black robes,
and some red robes, treated the rest of the world.
You all right? Markham asked, riding up next to them on Thunderbolt. The great
golden warhorse was outfitted with shining silver barding that matched the Solamnic Knights.
The dragon helms faceplate was up, revealing Markhams fair features. The knights mustache
had begun to grow back, at least. Markham had been forced to shave it when they went to Jelek
in an attempt to rescue Jasryn from the Dark Knights. He still hadnt forgotten the insult to his
honor, but at least he wasnt blaming his friend the mage for it.
The mage nodded. Yeah, why?
Spellcasting wears you out, and that was some battle last night.
Jasryn smiled, grateful for Marks concern. Im fine. I even had time to re-memorize
the spells I cast last night, Mark. And, Solinaris nearly at full phase. Look at the sky.
The Solamnic Knight looked up. The moons were visible, even in the daylight, brilliant
in the dawning sun. Solinari wasnt quite at full phase, but it was close. He nodded in approval.
Good. We can use an extra edge where were going.
Not quite what we had planned when we were small children is it? Jasryn suddenly
asked. The mage really was tired, but didnt show it. He flashed his friend a smile.
The knight smiled back. No, it isnt. These are real monsters were running up against,
not Dory Thaler and Lesoth Kase playing Dwarf King of the Mountain.
Jasryn smiled at the memory. You had that wooden practice sword, and they didnt
know I could cast cantrips. They freaked when the tree branch they used as a spear suddenly
started glowing like a torch!
Aye, I remember, Markham replied. His face turned stone cold serious. You just be
careful, Jase.
I will, the mage said. You too. I dont think I could drag your carcass out of that
tomb, armor and all.
Lose my armor and youre paying for the next suit, Markham told him good-naturedly.
He clucked and snapped the reins, and Thunderbolt began to move forward. Jasryn followed.
Queer looking place, Garnet Irondelve commented. The dwarf fingered the heft of his
enchanted war-axe, peering through the sterling silver gates to the forest beyond. Some of the
trees were twisted and dead, killed by the unnatural change of climate. Other trees had
overgrown to replace them, pine and fern and evergreen shrubs. Snow and ice coated
everything, tinkling as the breeze swayed their branches and boughs. The soft white blanket, the
way the light sparkled off the frozen crystals, even the way the wind blew through the branches,
all combined to produce a tranquil setting, inviting one to lay down and nap for a bit.
I mislike the feel of this forest, Dallyn Forestrunner agreed. He was settling Starbreeze
down, singing softly to her in Elvish. There is something queer about it indeed.
Garnet grunted into his beard and nodded. Dwarves and elves didnt agree on much, but
if even an elf didnt like these woods, that spoke volumes. You think the mages can get us
through?
Dallyn looked over to where the two wizards stood in conference, preparing their spells.
As a rule, elves loved magic, and Silvanost was filled with White Robes who were quite hoary
and puissant in the Craft. Hed spoken with the young human, Jasryn, and learned his first
master had been the dark elf wizard Serannon. Those who had been cast out of the light were
usually never spoken of again, but Serannon was something of an exception. A hero to his
people, Serannons only crime was his having chosen the red robes over the white. Their
deposed queen, Alhana Starbreeze, was heartbroken when she sent emissaries seeking his aid,
only to discover that her old friend had been slain by the Knights of Neraka. This young mage
had been his only student, and the forest-green elven cloak he sometimes wore over his white
robes was the old wizards only legacy.
The Black Robe magician he conferred with made the elvish knight bristle. Lundar
Eclipse hed heard whisperings of, prior to Dallyns own parents being outcast for their undying
loyalty to her Royal Majesty Alhana. Lundartetran Quarian Shadowweaver, Lundartetran
Quarian Deathbird, Shadowhawk, and other equally dark names were associated with his
infamous history. This mage had been cast out of the light before Dallyns father had even been
born, and was far older than he looked. Most elves Lundars age wouldve sported at least a
little gray at the temples by now, but not this child of darkness.
I dont like the way he treats young Jasryn, Dallyn told Garnet. Like a pet dog, more
than a promising student.
Thats two things we can agree on, elf, Garnet said with a nod. If Eclipse makes one
false move
You hit him low, Ill hit him high, Dallyn agreed.
Ill cut off his bloody legs at the kneecaps, the dwarf confirmed with vicious grin.
Wow, Shyla said, her brown eyes widening at the wonderland before them. Is that the
ruins of the Wizards Tower? Whyd they destroy it? It seems like a waste. I never wouldve
abandoned it
Shyla, Gnebbich began, a bit more reserved than usual. Im starting to wonder if my
cousin really gave me that map because he was too chicken to explore the ruins himself.
The kender looked askance at him. Really, Gnebbich! Is that why you got that funny
whatchamacallit?
The gnome inventor nodded with a smile. On his belt was a pistol-like device, connected
by a vacuum tube to his backpack, which had all the necessary moving parts, including a
miniature steam engine and reactor core to provide the device with power. A tuning fork was
modulated through a series of heating coils, which set a frequency that could shatter solid stone.
Of course, the device had only been tested once, and then Gnebbich had nearly blown the cap
right off of Mount Nevermind; instead, it opened up a shaft clear through to the open sky.
Gnebbich had therefore named it his UltrasonicAlarmclock/
QuarryDemolisher/Windchime/ResonanceScanningImager, Patent Pending. It was designed to
be a scanner for his flying machine, his Life Quest. Shyla had told him how Jasryn had
destroyed Danvil Felcrafts Shield Guardian in Castle Von Bladmere, using a magic spell that
apparently operated on the same principle. As a consequence, the little gnome realized his
invention also had potential as a weapon. He glanced over at his friend, the White Robe mage,
who was conferring with his superior.
Jasryn himself stared through the silver gateway at the Dreamwood. The ruins of the
Tower were all hed expected, and nothing hed anticipated, both at once. Hed read about the
legendary Guardian Forests of the Five Towers of High Sorcery at length, and been thoroughly
examined on his knowledge by Palin. Once, when Jasryn had been a small boy, Serannon had
even taken him to the very gates of the Tower of Palanthas, which at that time had been sealed to
all outsiders. The enchanted wood there had the same feel that this one did. Fafnir shuddered,
and the boy stroked him.
All the original trees have been killed by the change in climate, but nonetheless it seems
the forest has retained its old magic, the young White Robe told the elder mage.
Lundar nodded. His voice was low, almost a whisper. What else do you notice?
I dont hear any animals. No birdsong, no squirrels scampering among the branches, no
coneys rustling the forest floor. Nothing. This cant be natural.
All the animals hapless enough to wander inside have fallen under the dweomer of the
copse, Lundar agreed. We must be cautious.
Jasryn looked sharply at him. Thats why Fafnirs jittery, then. I thought the magic of
the guardian forests were supposed to defend against humanoids, not innocent forest creatures.
This particular tower was set up differently, Lundar explained. The original Master of
the Tower didnt want any living thing just wandering onto the grounds. Too many rogue
wizards of his time knew how to polymorph.
The Twilight War, Jasryn said with awe, almost too softly to be heard. Just after the
formation of the First Conclave in the Age of Dreams.
That insurrection had to be put down for the sake of order, Lundar told him. It had the
blessing of the three gods of magic, a holy war against heretics. Come, we must prepare to
protect the mortals. Have you prepared your spells?
The boy nodded. Will the magical runes sewn into our robes protect us?
They should. The Conclave had no reason to keep brother wizards out, Lundar told
him, and removed a medium sized leather pouch from his belt. He opened it, and the aroma of
fresh coffee grinds became overpowering. Normally, we elves would also be immune to Sleep
enchantments, but with such a potent and ancient dweomer as this, Im not taking any chances.
Good thing you discovered Rarys old spellbooks. I never wouldve thought to use caffeine as a
magic component.
Jasryns eyes widened. As in Rarys Mnemonic Enhancer? Thats whose spellbooks I
discovered?
The same, the Black Wizard told him. There are quite a number of legendary wizards
entombed here. Evart, Lemont, and Sasha, to name just a few.
Mordenkainen? Jasryn asked, reaching for his own pouch of ground coffee beans. He
glanced up, and saw two knights approaching. They had perhaps a few minutes until they were
within hearing range.
Aye, Lundar told him, avarice evident in his voice. Mordenkainens personal
spellbooks are rumored to be buried with him. Ill of course share any spells we find with you.
Jase smiled. Youre only saying that because Mordenkainen was a White Wizard, and I
can read tomes of white magic easier than you.
Snow crunched under several leather boots, and both mages looked up to regard the
Solamnic Knights, Jasryn with respect, and Lundar with patronizing disdain. Sunlight gleamed
off their armor in a spectacular fashion, and the slight wind caught their woolen cloaks.
Well?
The magic of the forest is as potent as we feared, even after all these endless centuries,
Jasryn said in response to Lady Tiaras one-word question. See those pine trees? Theyve
overgrown the whole tract of land, and replaced the oak, which had died from the arctic cold.
The original enchantment was apparently transferred to them. I can Sense their magic charge
from here. The very air feels very similar to the moment right before a thunderstorm breaks.
Can you get us through? Tiara pressed. Subconsciously, her hand rested on her
gleaming steel sword hilt as she glanced at Lundar.
Indeed, my lady, Lundar told her, his deep purple-black eyes seeming to burn right
through the young human female. Twelve more, in addition to the boy and myself, and of
course, Sunder. The spawn will be totally unaffected by the dweomercraft of the forest.
Also, I can empower my spells to affect half again as many persons as this incantation
normally would, Jasryn informed them all. Two knights merely frowned at this, wearing
quizzical expressions on their faces. With a sigh, Jasryn went on. I can pour more power into
my enchantments, because Solinaris gibbous like this. It was part of my training to be a War
Wizard. Im also trained in combat castinghow to cast defensive spells very quickly, which is
handy in magical combat.
Tiara nodded. I wasnt aware of that. So, youve been planning to aid Sir Markham in
his campaigns for a long time, then?
You dont know the half of it, Mark muttered, smiling. He used to drive me crazy
with these wild dreams of his when we were kids.
We grew up together, Jasryn told her. He felt a chill, and gathered the wool elven
cloak tighter about his thin frame. Wed always planned on adventuring, to explore dungeons
under haunted castles and in deep woods filled with legendary monsters.
And now your childhood dreams are about to be fulfilled, Lundar intoned from under
his ebony hood. Disdain dripped from his voice. Positively romantic.
Theres nothing romantic about creatures of darkness, Tiara informed them, her words
intended for the two young men. Ive seen things thatll curdle your blood. Men and elves
ripped to shreds by wyverns, dissolved in the juices of a black ooze, turned to stone by women
with snakes for hair
All of which awaits us down there in the final resting place of the wizards of the ages,
Lundar told her emphatically, his tone very patronizing. That and more. Are you sure you
dont want to turn back, lady knight?
Tiara thrust out her chin. I can take care of myself, Sir Mage. You just prepare to back
up our swords with your...talents.
I shall endeavor to do my best, Lundar told her with a nod. Choose your best
warriors. Leave the chattel behind to guard our horses.
Tiara bit her lower lip. She definitely didnt like Lundars tone, but didnt want to say
anything. The dark wizard had proven himself in combat last night, and had the wounds to prove
it. She doubted she would ever trust this mage, but he had at least earned her grudging respect.
Tiara turned walked off to speak with the knights under her command, her royal blue cloak
billowing behind her.
The mages can only take twelve of us with them. I want the following people to stand
by that tall pine tree near the mages. Sir Markham, Sir Dallyn, Squire Steven Levant,
Rangerlord Dorian Barrett, Timberwolf, Garnet Irondelve, Gnebbich, Shyla, Princess Mercidith,
Captain Jib, and Maran Wheterling. Sir Targon, I want you to remain behind with the rest of our
forces. Im leaving you in command.
Targon bristled, his mustaches quivering as he moved his jaw muscles. My lady, youre
taking your squire?
Tiara put her hand on the taller knights shoulder. We cant both of us go, old friend. If
something goes seriously wrong, I want you right here. These children will need a veteran
battlefield commander to lead them.
Targon stared down at her, but realized he couldnt argue with that logic. They had
fought many battles side-by-side, hip deep in blood. Tiara only out-ranked him by five years,
her rise to the Order more a move of politics than anything else, even though they both knew she
had earned it on her own merit. Grudgingly, the knight nodded once, then saluted his superior
officer, right fist slammed against his shining silver breastplate.
Snowmane will still be alive when you emerge from those vile crypts, my lady, Targon
told her. This I swear. You just return to us whole and hale.
Count on it, Tiara told him. The others had already gathered at the closed gate to the
mages old lands. She turned on one heel, and trudged through the snow, back to the pair of
magic-users. The boy, Jasryn Storm, stood close by his friends whilst the elven Black Wizard
approached the gateway, thin arms outstretched. Eclipse spoke in a beseeching tone, in a spidery
sounding language she could not understand.
I respectfully request entrance of the Master of the Tower of Daltigoth, and free
passage through the enchanted forest of Dreamwood.
Jasryn watched as Dalamars star pupil repeated his request three times in Eldritch.
Then, there was a flash of triple moonlight reflected off the sterling silver bars, a thunderclap
loud enough to spook the horses, and faery fire that lingered in the air before them. Silently, as if
in a dream, the gates parted, and yawned wide to admit them. The dark wizard turned to face
Jasryn.
I wasnt entirely certain the password would work after all this time, Lundar confided
in him. Jasryn frowned. The elf spoke as if hed actually been here when the tower still stood,
but that was virtually impossible. Daltigoth Tower had been destroyed by the Conclave over
three hundred and sixty years ago
Of course, hes an elf! Stupid of me. He was probably an apprentice my age, relatively
speaking, when he was last here. That story of visiting the ruins before his Test at Wayreth
mustve been nonsense.
Nuitari and Solinari are in conjunction. Are you prepared to cast the spell with me,
Apprentice Storm? Lundar inquired formally.
Jasryn nodded solemnly. Aye, Master Eclipse.
The dark elf smiled. Gather the magic, marshal your powers, and bend the laws of the
supernatural to your will. This very morn, we descend into the crypt where forever rest the
remains of the Great Masters of our Art.
Cut the flowery speeches and cast yer spell already, Lundar, Garnet grumbled,
stamping his booted feet. Its cold out here!
The elf regarded the dwarven warrior from the shadows of his dark hood. Soft velvet
rustled as the wind caught his robes. Ware, Master Dwarf. Tis far colder where we are
going.
The two wizards now stood facing each other, arms outstretched, eyes closed in
concentration. After a few moments, their hands began to glow, and tiny flickering lights like
fireflies surrounded both robed forms. Then, moonlight haloed them, light and shadow
enmeshed, and sparks of electricity arced between their upraised hands. As one, the two mages
spoke to words of power:
Ast tasarak avaun sinuralan krynaw, Tolin!
Fafnir, Jasryns familiar, regally lifted his head and spread his wings. Energies gathered
under those small leathery pinions. The pseudodragon turned and regarded the assembled
knights, rangers, clerics, and small folk. At that moment, Markham Swordhawk thought that
Fafnir had a lot in common with his larger cousins, and he realized that his childhood friend
Jasryn was a member of a world he could only get a glimpse of.
Ast tasarak avaun sinuralan krynaw, Tolin! the magicians repeated in harmony,
lightning seeming to crackle between them and reach out for their party. At length, both wizards
opened their eyes, poured the contents of their pouches into their right hands, and tossed the
brown, aromatic powder over the heads of them all. It fell like scented rain, and Mark felt
invigorated.
Ast tasarak avaun sinuralan krynaw, Tolin! the pair of mages pronounce a final time.
Markham looked around him and gripped his swords hilt. Hed never felt more awake and alert
in his entire life.
Hurry, Lundar Eclipse warned them all. The spell will only protect you from the
Dreamwoods enchantment for three handspans of time.
The elven mage then turned his back on them, and entered the grounds of the ruined
Tower. He was twenty feet ahead of them before Markham managed to get his feet moving. Not
for the first time, the young Solamnic Knight thought Lundar Eclipse moved as silently and
swiftly as a shadow. His eyes darted to Jasryn.
In other words, weve got just a quarter of an hour until all the rest of you collapse and
fall down sleeping, dead to the world, the young White Robe translated.
Then wed better move it, Tiara told them all, and marched off. Her boots crunched in
the virgin snow, eyes alert and prepared for anything. Her squire, young Steven, was right
beside her, sword out and in front of him. Jib and Maran had drawn their blades as well. Jasryn
signaled them to put away their weapons.
You cant fight dreams with steel. Put up your blades, the White Robe advised.
Speak for yerself, kid, Jib answered him. Ive yet to see the monster this sword cant
kill. Specially a winter-born beast.
Hurry up, Garn, Markham called, looking over his shoulder. Shyla, in usual Kender
enthusiasm, had kept up, but the dwarf and gnome were lagging behind.
Youve got longer legs than me, Garnet complained. His legs sank down to his knees
in the deep snow. Sides, somebodys gotta watch our flank.
Sunder turned, frowned at the two, and turned back. In one movement, he picked up
Gnebbich, who squealed for a moment, until the spawn rested him on his shoulder. The knights
had all drawn their swords until they realized what the assassin was up to, and approved. Then,
Sunder regarded the dwarf.
Dont even think about it, Garnet told the massively tall, black cloaked figure.
Nobody takes a dwarf for a piggy back ride!
Suit yourself, Sunder told him. This way is more efficient.
Mage, Tiara began. She too had her sword out, raised before her. The knights eyes
darted to the trees, expecting an attack from any quarter. How much further to the entrance?
That, Jasryn confided in whispered tones, is where Lundar comes in. He claims to
have been here before.
What? the lady knight asked, her head snapping in his direction. You mean you have
no idea
I didnt say that, Jasryn corrected. Ive studied the plans for the Tower, and Ive some
idea where the entrance is, but Lundars actually seen it.
The young mage almost felt her relief. Understandable. To his special senses, it felt to
Jasryn as if hed waded into an ocean of magic. The trees, shrubs, the very earth throbbed with
eldritch energies. It washed over him in waves, and crashed against his enchanted robes like
water against breakers.
No, Jasryn realized, and reached up to stroke his familiar. Its not just the runes in my
robe protecting me. Its something else. Sprites and unicorns, what secrets is Lundar Eclipse
withholding from me? He speaks a language I havent heard since Solinari only knows when
Next to him, Mark slashed at an imaginary beast, Shadowsong singing as it cleaved the
empty air. The young knight grunted, then frowned when he realized nothing was there. Sweat
beaded on his brow.
What sorcery is this? the Solamnic Knight asked. Realizing what was happening,
Jasryn put a calming hand on his friends shoulder.
The sorcery of the wood. What youre seeing is nothing more than a figment of your
imagination, Mark. The countercharm shields your mind so you can remain awake, but the
Dreamwood still assaults your subconscious with illusions.
So Im swinging at shadows from my own mind? Markham asked, frowning. Jasryn
nodded. Why didnt you tell me this before?
I did tell you this before, the boy mage said, smiling. You werent paying attention.
Now put up your sword before you poke somebodys eye out.
Markham Swordhawk stared at his friend the mage for a moment, his breath fogging and
floating away on the wind. Then, he sheathed Shadowsong with a soft clink, and nodded to Lady
Tiara. Jasryns right, milady. We might well slay each other at this rate.
After another few moments, the female knight nodded, and sheathed her own weapon.
Verily. How much further?
Just over this next rise, Jasryn informed them. See? Lundars stopped just ahead of
us.
A dozen steps more, and they were standing within the cracked and broken stonework
which once comprised the walls of the mages tower. Grass sprouted from in-between the
shattered tiles, and the twisted ruins of trees and vines covered everything in dark brown ropes of
bark. Brown leaves, strewn everywhere, were frozen in the snow. Ice coated the glistening
black onyx, giving it an eerie appearance. Sunlight lit the snows brilliantly, but provided little
warmth.
Welcome to the Tower of Daltigoth, Jasryn softly breathed, almost relevantly. He
gathered his elven cloak about him for warmth. This was once the Outer Ward. Over there,
where Lundars walking, was the main entrance, I think.
A more dreary place youll never see, Garnet Irondelve said sadly, casting furtive
glances about him at the shattered stone masonry. All this good dwarven construction, gone to
waste. Those stones mustve weighed at least a ton each. It wouldve taken powerful black
magic indeed to cause this much destruction.
Jasryn nodded solemnly. Tyrol Starweaver wrote in his journals of the magicks
unleashed that day. The whole countryside was laid waste, and took out a quarter of the city.
What? You mean the mages deliberately caused the destruction of the ruined quarter?
Yes. The Black Wizards vengeance was terrible to behold. So wrote Tyrol of the
White Wizards. Come, we have to hurry, before the countercharm fades away.
Arent we safe enough in here? Dorian Barrett asked, fingering the hilt of his rapier.
The enchanted forests back there.
Here, within the walls of Daltigoth Tower? Jasryn replied wryly. Probably. But I
wouldnt want to chance it. Would you? No, my friend. I wont feel safe until were all
underground.
You have to be kidding.

The boy mage smiled at him; to Dorian, it looked like the sun coming out after a storm.
I am. Just trying to lighten the mood.
They came to the remains of the only walls still left standing, a circular area which
comprised over a hundred feet in diameter. Faded paint chipped from the stone walls, and tiles
with gold and silver leaf depicted fantastic, otherworldly scenes. A hush fell upon them all, but
only Jasryn knew the reason why.
Jase, what was this place? Markham asked. Dorian and Garnet also wondered the
same thing, waiting for the boys answer.
This was the Hall of Wizards, Jasryn Storm informed them. Right over there, where
Lundars standing, was the seat where the Lord of the Tower held court. Directly beneath that is
the entrance to the catacombs.
Now, Dorian drew his bow. Timberwolf followed suit. Behind them, the Solamnic
Knights all unsheathed their blades once more. Garnet approached the Black Robe, who seemed
to be contemplating the frozen snow in silence. The wind hardly seemed to disturb his robes.
Garnet grunted and nodded.
I see the depressions where the trap door is outlined, the dwarf said, pointing to the
black marble stonework at their feet. But wheres the handle?
There is none, dwarf, Lundar informed him. This portal was only opened by the
proper enchantment.
Dallyn Forestrunner stepped up to him, blessed longsword glowing as his brown leather
boots crunched and sank into the snow-covered floor tiles. You have no idea what that
incantation is, do you?
Eclipse stood in absolute silence for a moment. I have a fair idea, but the secret of
entrance to the sacred catacombs was never revealed to me.
How about Jasryns spell of Opening? Shyla offered. He called it Knock. Got us into
Nefariants underground dungeons. It only lasts for seven minutes, though. And he was wearing
those cursed boots which made him dance whenever he tried to cast a spell
Shyla! the teenager cried, his head snapping in the Kenders direction.
Boots of Dancing? Lundar inquired with a patronizing smile. Typical. Dont feel
too badly, about it, youngster. Too many fledgling adventurers make that sad mistake, but for a
wizard to do so
Jasryn felt his ears turned beat-red. It had little to do with the bitterly cold weather.
Thanks. I really needed that reminder, right before we enter another dungeon.
Its just a reminder. Dont get greedy, Markham said, clapping his friend on the back.
Remember what were here for.
Tiara nodded. Find the staff and leave.
Do you really believe it will be that simple, Lady Knight? Lundar inquired mockingly.
Even his laughter was mocking. Mortals. Will you never learn?
Tiaras face burned. Eclipse, you swore an oath to get us down there. Can you do it or
not?
The dark elf smiled beneath his dark hood. I swore to see all of you safely down into
the catacombs. I said nothing of seeing you out again. Are you certain you wish to continue?
Why you treacherous Markham snapped, pointing his sword at the wizard.
Timberwolf held him back with a hand.
Mark, no! Remember what he did the last time!
This warning gave the young knight pause. With a glancejust a lookLundar had
somehow made his longsword too hot to handle, and had severely blistered his hand.
What I meant, my flighty friend, is that I cannot guarantee your safety once we enter the
domain of the dead. No mage would be that foolish. Now, the question of how to open the
portal
I ken my axe will be able to cleave even that stone door, Garnet grunted, stepping
forward.
Hold! Jasryn cried. Garn, there are ancient enchantments set on that trap door. I
dont know what effect your axe will have. Give us a chance to get it open, first.
The dwarfs brown eyes smiled at him. So, whatre you waiting for? Yuletide?
It takes a delicate touch indeed to open that magical gateway, dwarf
No, it doesnt, Shyla suddenly said. In their contemplations, nobody had bothered to
notice that the kender had put on her Glasses of True Seeing, which Jasryn was beginning to
suspect were the same pair once owned by Tasslehoff Burrfoot, and somehow ended up in
Nefariants treasure vault. Theres writing all along the edges.
Jasryns eyebrows shot up. The spell to open the door is inscribed on the gate itself?
Sure! the chipper Kender informed him. It says to press this stone here, like so
Shyla! Wait! Dorian cried, too late. The Kender had already done so. An entire
section of floor tile depressed into the earth, and there was a distinctive click.
A soft rumbling sound followed, and the trapdoor slid open. Darkness yawned into a pit
before them, with stone steps leading downward into that inky blackness. Warm air gusted
upward in a cloud, which rose quickly on the chill that surrounded them all.
Well, Ill be
Sprites and Unicorns, Jasryn exclaimed with laughter, and Lundar shot him a look at
the innocent expression. Leave it to a kender to find the way in!
Now what do we do?
I go first, Dorian informed them. Followed by Timberwolf, Markham, Tiara, and
Garnet. The mages will stay in the middle of the group
Excuse me, Dorian, but I believe I outrank you, Tiara informed him.
Not here, you dont, Dorian Barrett insisted, straightening to his full height. At that, he
was at least level with the human female. No buts. I am the leader of this expedition, and have
been for quite a while now. You are our escort. You have a problem with that, you can stay
behind, Lady. You follow us down, and you follow my orders. Clear?
Tiara gasped for a moment, swallowed her anger, and then slowly nodded. Verily. You
are right, good ranger. Lead the way. My sword shall back you up.
Dorian nodded. As I was saying, the mages follow, then the princess, and then Jib,
Maran, and Steven. I want our mages and her Highness protected at all times. Any questions?
No? Good. Timberwolf, light two torches, and hand me one. Jasryn, use no magical light for
right now. Save your spells for when we need them.
Everyone agreed, solemnly nodding. When Dorian held the torch in one hand, and his
enchanted rapier in the other, he descended into darkness, the others quickly following.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
heery little place, Dorian Barrett commented, studying the walls that
comprised this stone-worked room, some hundred feet below ground. The air smelled moist and
cold. Colored tiles on the walls depicted the images of mages long-since dead, wizards of all
three Orders of magic. The Rangerlord didnt recognize any of them, though he suspected the
legendary Magius or the infamous Fistandantilus must be among them. The Rangerlords boots
scuffed on the damp floor tiles. High above, arches supported a dome hidden in shadows.
Ive seen worse, Timberwolf commented. He went to a corner of the room, and poked
the point of his sword into some moldy old canvas sacks. Nothing here.
Silently, Dorian waved the others on down, then signaled knights to check out the sidepassages, which spread to the east and west of their position. Jib hefted his sword and looked
around, talking to Dorian. This place gives me the creeps.
Wait, the fun hasnt started yet, Dorian replied. We have yet to see any monsters.
Oboy! You really think so, Dorian? the irrepressible Kender asked.
The half-elven Rangerlord rolled his eyes.
Lundar descended the steps into the thirty-foot square chamber, followed quickly by
Jasryn. Suddenly, Markham drew Shadowsong and stood, blocking his friends way. The runes
etched into the blade had begun to glow softly, the orange of a blacksmiths forge.
There is evil down here, the young knight announced ominously.
You have a knack for stating the obvious, Swordhawk, Lundar remarked, a hint of
patronizing in his tone. The elf straightened to his full height, 54, and allowed his dark velvet
robes to billow about his thin form; the magical runes etched in silver and gold on the black cloth
caught the torchlight. Your magic sword is probably reacting to me.
I wouldnt doubt it, Markham replied. He shot the black robed wizard a sidelong
glance.
Jasryn smiled and put a hand on his friends arm, lowering the blade. Somehow, I dont
think Lundars what we have to worry about down here.
You can say that again, Garnet commented. Hed taken out his war-axe and headed to
the west, to check out the passageway there. I can see better without the torches, Dorian.
I already sent Tiara and Dallyn down that way. Check it out if you want, Dorian
replied, thumbing to the east. Your Highness, you really should stay here with us.
Thank you for your gallantry, Dorian, but I think Captain Jib has everything well in
hand, the cleric of Mishakal replied.
Theres something odd about that pile of refuse over there in the corner, Jasryn
muttered. The mage boy stood very still. He hugged himself, drawing his robes about him
against the chill air. This room doesnt feel right.
Just your nerves, Jase, Markham said to the mage. Im a bit jittery myself.
I still dont trust this place, Jib commented. Highness, I think maybe you should back
up the steps, until were sure.
Whats down this way? Timberwolf asked, pointing to the west passageway.
The unknown, Jasryn said, trying to sound mysterious.
Dont get smart, mage, Dorian told him. According to the map, the rest of the crypts
lie down that way.
I thought we told you, ranger, that these corridors have an unsettling habit of changing,
Lundar reminded him.
Aye, you did, but I still want to check out these side-corridors first.
I will do so, Sunder suddenly whispered, almost too low for anyone to hear, and melted
into the darkness, as if he were part of it. Jasryn shuddered. Aside from himself and
Timberwolf, he doubted anyone else had heard the comment, or the spawns abrupt
disappearance. Whats more, he doubted if anyone cared.
Dont you think this is exciting, Gnebbich? Shyla asked, standing next to the gnome
inventor.
Harrumph, Gnebbich replied, and adjusted the settings on the gizmo in his hand. As
was usual for gnome contraptions, it served more than one purpose, although the function that
concerned Gnebbich right now was as a weapon. The handgrip was shaped much like a
crossbows, with a shorter stock, and a trigger. The barrel ended in a set of tuning forks,
powered by a compact electromagnetic battery, which was in turn charged by a miniature steam
engine strapped to his back. The sonic vibrations could do anything from imitate the mating
calls of a woodpecker to shatter solid rock six feet thick, at least in theory. A series of switches
set in the stock controlled the frequency and intensity of the sonic vibrations. At least in theory.
Shyla found the ancient pictures on the wall interesting for the moment. There were
depictions of some of the most famous and colorful wizards in the worlds history, including the
one they were interested in, Joman the Dark. Most of the etching was faded, barely readable, but
it was still interesting to look at.
Gnebbich suddenly screamed while in the process of investigating a pile of junk in the
center of the room. Something black and hairy, about the size of a human head, had dropped
down on him from the ceiling. The little gnome tinkerer frantically tried to brush it away, and
succeeded in knocking it to the stone floor. Both archers unslung their bows, and Markham
rushed it with his sword, but Jasryn was faster than all of them this time.
With a flick of Jasryns wrist, an enchanted silver-chased throwing dagger dropped into
his right hand, and hed managed to skewer the black creature in one fluid motion. The
unnaturally large arachnid screeched once, then lay still. Wrapped about his shoulders, the little
pseudodragon hissed at it.
Giant spider, Dorian announced, and then glanced at the young mage. Good work,
Jasryn. Didnt know you were so handy with a blade.
Ytter, he whispered; the dagger disengaged itself from the spider, and then flew straight
back to his hand. The boy flashed Dorian a half-grin. You said not to use my magic just yet. I
was trained to throw a knife in early childhood.
In all the commotion, nobody noticed Shyla, who was digging through the rubbish on the
floor. Her keen eye spotted a glint of metal, and she very quickly snatched up a sterling silver
bracelet with four charms. Unconsciously, the kender was going to drop the find into one of her
pouches as usual, then stopped. The bracelet was just her size! Shyla snapped it onto her thin
wrist, and then went over to search for hidden doors.
Wed best take care of those spider webs up by the ceiling before more of them drop on
us, Lundar commented. All looked up, saw the stringy webs hanging in the dark recesses of the
domed ceiling, and realized he was right. The dark elf gestured upward, and a bolt of fire shot
from his fingertips toward the dome. In a moment, the thick webs hidden in the shadowy ceiling
caught fire and burned. Younger, smaller spiders screamed and fell, engulfed in flames. The
companions were careful to avoid them.
Quick thinking, mage, Timberwolf commented. There are always a dozen or so
young for every adult giant spider.
I dont suppose its too much to hope that there are no more monsters down here, Jib
asked nervously. A young arachnid, still burning, fell on his armored back, and caused him to
jump. The seaman shuddered. Ooooch! I hate spiders!
Mayhap you should remain here and guard our escape, Markham suggested, barely
containing his disgust for the pirates cowardice.
Dorian was quick to agree, taking the sarcastic comment seriously. Aye. I dont want
to split up the group, but it would be wise to leave someone here at the entrance.
Jib was almost too eager to agree. He took a moment to, glance in Mercidiths direction
for her opinion. He and Maran were only here at her Highness bequest. Your Highness?
I have no objection, Captain, the lady responded. I have several knights to protect
me.
Right, Jib replied. He worked his jaw, and gripped his swordhilt more firmly.
Markham shot the seaman a dirty look. Hed expected more courage from such a man,
but on reflection realized that Dorian was right. Their resident Rangerlord was far more
experienced than he; which is one reason why the brave knight followed the half-elfs lead.
Jase, why dont you have Sunder check on aheadHey, whered the spawn go?
Dorian exclaimed.
The young White Robe magician barely hid his grin. Were way ahead of you, Dorian.
Sunder has a lot of familiarity with caverns like this, not to mention the undead.
Thats what were all afraid of, Garnet muttered into his beard. Hefting his enchanted
battleaxe, the dwarf checked out the walls, searching for hidden entrances, passageways that
were not on the map.
How long ago did Sunder leave? Dorian asked, and gathered his forest green cloak
about him, to chase away the chill. A damp breeze blew through the chamber, smelling of death
and decay, causing their torches to flicker.
Few minutes ago, Jasryn answered. Just before the giant spider dropped on Gnebbich.
Hes quite thorough, Dorian. He wont return until hes checked out the path ahead of us.
Probably to guarantee your safety, no doubt, Dorian muttered darkly. He hadnt

mentioned to anyone Sunders unusual behavior earlier when they had explored the dragon
Cinders lair, while searching for the missing Dragonlance. Dorian had the distinct impression
that the assassin had wanted to kill him then, but didnt dare, for fear of rousing his young
masters wrath. Even a White Robe wizard could be a fearsome enemy indeed, especially when
Sunder owed Jasryn his allegiance. Far more likely, Sunder wanted something from the boy.
Dorian Barrett had yet to puzzle out the mystery of this spawn.
No doubt, Jasryn answered in agreement. The flames were dying out, and he went over
to the pile of decomposing cloth to examine them more closely. Lying there were rotting bones
and cloth from the spiders earlier victims. The mage bent down and poked at it with his dagger.
Whatre you doing? Timberwolf inquired, staring at the boy with a quizzical
expression.
Checking for hidden clues, perhaps even treasure, Jasryn answered matter-of-factly.
Master Palin lectured me thoroughly on checking every crevice, nook, and cranny for hidden
items that might escape notice.
Your master sounds like an experienced campaigner, Dorian remarked off-handedly.
Hes taught you well.
Thank you, Jasryn replied. He got to his feet and returned the gleaming, enchanted
weapon to the sheath strapped to his arm. Nothing here.
You sound disappointed, Timberwolf told him with a wry grin. Were you really
expecting to find coins or gems?
Aye, and mayhap a magic ring, Jasryn replied. These catacombs are bound to be
filled with hidden treasure!
Keep your mind focused on our goal, Jasryn, Dorian advised. Were here to retrieve
the staff, and you and Eclipse are the only ones who can even handle it safely.
Jasryn nodded solemnly, absentmindedly petting the small dragon wrapped about his
shoulders. Yes, Dorian. Do you think I should send Fafnir ahead, to see whats happened to
Sunder?
Dorian thought about that for a moment. No. The spawn can doubtless take care of
himself, and if he did run into trouble, I dont want your familiar caught up in the thick of it.
Jasryn shot him a meaningful look, as did the silent black robed mage, gliding across the
stone floor as quietly as a shadow.
Before you ask, yes, I do have experience with mages, and I know of the special bond
you share with your familiar. I dont want to risk anything happening to him, and by extension
to you. Keep the pseudodragon by your side at all times while were down here.
The small dragon glared at the half-elven ranger and hissed his displeasure. No one told
a dragon what to do, regardless of its size. Jasryn grinned and patted the small beast
reassuringly. Relax, Fafnir. Im sure Dorian didnt mean anything by that remark.
Sound advice, Apprentice Storm, Lundar Eclipse added, finally speaking up. All heads
turned in the dark mages direction, as if in surprise that he was even there. Eclipse had a way of
melting into the shadows, then sneaking up when least expected. Gentlemen, I believe there is
another passageway down here. Theres a draft coming from just behind this section of wall.
Aye, an I see it, Garnet grumbled, and took a few steps toward the imposing stone
wall. Moss grew thick in the aged mortar between the darkened granite bricks, and coated the
wall with soft, forest green slime. Theres a concealed door here. I can just make out the
cracks where the portal meets the doorjamb. Excellent workmanship.
Can you open it, Master Dwarf? Dorian asked respectfully, with far more civility than
he showed the mages. The teenaged wizard wondered if hed had foul dealings with magic-users
in the past, or if he was just naturally patronizing toward those younger than he. Jasryn and
Markham were young, he had to admit, and the Rangerlord had a distinct dislike for the black
robed elf. Jasryn wet his lips and decided to confront Dorian about his attitude later.
Garnet rubbed his beard with a gloved hand and studied the wall. His other hand traced a
cracked line the human boy could scarcely make out. Lets see. Usually, the triggering
mechanism is a fake stone or a hinge. Hmmm.
Jasryn stepped forward, his forest-green elven cloak swirling with the movement.
Would you require a little magical aid, Garn?
Dorians hand shot out in a moment, not quite touching the young mage, but motioning
him back. Wait. I dont want you to waste your magic, boy. Give the dwarf a chance, first.
Jasryns eyes changed color from robins egg blue to a rich golden, and his jaw hardened.
Dorian hadnt called him boy in nearly a month. Somethings changed, but what?
Markham Swordhawk was his friends side, and rested a gauntleted hand on the young
mages shoulder. He whispered in his ear. You took risks on the ship, Jase. Dorians just
concerned for your safety. We all are.
Course I took risks! Men were dying
But that was no reason for you to drain yourself dry, Jasryn, Dorian countered harshly.
His elven cloak swirled with the movement. You no longer have to prove yourself in your craft
with me. Your skills are quite sharp, Ill grant you. It is your impetuous nature that concerns
me. Rushing headlong into danger will only get you killed. Ive seen far too many adventurers,
companions of mine, end up dead that way. Courage they all had. Common sense they lacked.
The Rangerlord speaks sense, Timberwolf added. I, too, have seen far too many
friends killed outright in caverns and catacombs of this kind. Be wary, lad. And dont take
offense. Were only saying this for your own good.
Jasryn and Markham exchanged a look. Mark nodded his agreement with the
assessment, and the mage relaxed with a sigh. If every one of his friends were telling him the
same thing, they obviously had a point. Verily. Ill try to be more careful.
See that you do, Dorian snapped, just as the dwarf stopped at a particular stone in the
wall.
Ah, Garnet exclaimed softly. Theres the little devil! He depressed the stone gently,
and it slid inward on greased hinges. There was an audible click and a soft rumbling of aged
gears. An entire section of the wall slid inward on hidden hinges, revealing a passageway into
pitch-blackness. Wind howled instantly, the gust of air blowing out all their torches at once.
Blasted torches went out. Cant see a thing! Markham complained.
Shirak, Jasryn cried, and an Orb of softly glowing magical light appeared in the palm
of his hand. Better?
Much.
I can see a room through this way, Dorian, Garnet began, peering into the darkness.
Quite large. No! No light! Yere messing up my darkvision, boy! Stand aside, and let me
check this out, first.
Jasryn backed up to give the dwarven warrior room to pass. Dorian nodded his approval
after a moment. Timberwolf, accompany him. Signal us if its safe.
Right, Garnet replied, and stepped into the room, disappearing instantly. The shaman
followed.
Dorian, my dragon can see in the dark as well as Garnet, Jasryn reminded him.
Aye, I know. I dont wish to risk all of us just yet. Have a spell ready, just in case.
Lundar stared at him. You sense something?
Dorian nodded. There is death here. From long ago, but lingering all the same.
Markhams hand tightened on the grip of his sword. Mayhap I should go after them,
Dorian.
A moment, Dorian cautioned. Theyve only been gone a minute, but stand ready.
Markham shot Jasryn a certain look, and the mage returned it. They were getting in over
their heads again. Jasryn prepared a spell.
Timberwolf and Garnet returned. Tis a water room, Dorian, for providing fresh water
when the Tower was in operation. An underground stream runs right through the chamber.
Nothing living that I can see. Should be safe enough to investigate.
Dorian nodded his assent. All right, but well wait for Lady Tiara, Dallyn, and Sunder
to get back. I dont want us to get separated.
Good thinking. Shyla, dont you dare! Timberwolf urged, his gaze going straight to
the kender, who was edging off toward the darkened, west passage.
I was just exploring, Timberwolf! Shyla shot back, her ponytail swaying with the
movement of her head. Its boring in here.
The entire party froze. There was nothing more dangerous in the whole world of Krynn
than a kender who was bored; not even facing the dragon Frost and all his minions armed with
nothing more than a small dagger.
Shyla, Markham began, We need you here with us, in case more monsters come after
us.
Like the giant spider? the Kender asked hopefully.
Aye, the knight told her. Stand ready.
The kender saluted him, and held her weapon firmly. You got it, Mark!
Jasryn smiled. The four of them had known each other for years, as he and Markham
grew up in the small town of Solace. It was a pleasant, wooded hamlet, the people living in
treehouses originally constructed by elves from the nearby forest of Qualinesti. The humans
farmed the land, drew fresh fish from the lake, and traded with elves who had relished their
company, long before the forces of Captain Samuval conquered their sylvan homeland. Solace
had been on the very outskirts of the elven homeland, and so long ago it was out of human
memory, had served as an early-warning station for the elven nation. The small town had grown
in recent decades to include a small Solamnic outpost and the rebuilt Academy of Magic headed
by the famous wizard Palin Majere.

Garnet Irondelve was apprenticed to the local blacksmith, the crusty old dwarf men called
Shadowmaker for having forged the enchanted greatsword named Shadowsong, which Sir
Markham Swordhawk now carried. Jasryn was apprenticed to Palin himself, and Shyla just liked
to hang around the Inn of the Last Home, owned by the Majere Family for three generations
now. The four of them had long planned to go on adventures together, when one got dropped
right into their laps. The gnome tinkerer Gnebbich piloted his flying machine right into the inn,
and unrolled his map, which revealed the magical staffs exact location, this very tomb they were
now in.
Dorian unrolled the parchment map now, and called Jasryn over for more light to study it.
The half-elven Rangerlord frowned at it. You said that the tunnels and chambers down here
change location magically, correct?
The teenaged wizard nodded and pointed at a section of the scroll. Thats right, Dorian.
Most of this map is useless past these first few chambers by the entrance we came in.
But these few chambers wont have changed position, Dorian asked, pointing to the top
of the map. Jasryn nodded his assent. Good. So this water room we knew about. Ill bet this
underground stream collects in a lake somewhere down here. This south passage Tiara and
Dallyn went down still leads to this large chamber, here
Aye, that it does, Tiara told him, just exiting the south corridor now, with Dallyn right
beside her. The torch flickered and sputtered in her hand, as the wind from the open door in the
west howled through the cavern. The chamber we found appears to have once been used for
some sort of rituals. Search me what they were.
The rooms a dead end, Dallyn confirmed with a nod.

Thats just your eyes playing tricks on you, Knight, Lundar Eclipse told them, his voice
as cold and toneless as death. Black velvet robes rustled as the dark elf glided silently across the
stone floor toward them. These catacombs were the burial vaults for the Tower of High Sorcery
which once stood on this site. That chamber was used to prepare the dead for their final
destination.
You mean theres a magical gateway of some kind in that room? Jasryn asked, his
eyes lighting up.
Possibly, apprentice. Far more likely, theres a concealed door, like the one the dwarf
found in this chamber, Lundar informed him. Well know better when we investigate it.
Not yet, Dorian said quickly. I want to check out the water room first. Tis closer,
and might reveal something important. Wheres Sunder, anyway?
Jasryn glanced down the darkened corridor to the east. Dunno. Hes certainly had
enough time to search ahead and report back. Maybe wed better go look for him.
Dorian chewed on that for a moment. Not yet. Lets give him a little more time. We
can check out the stream to the west, and be back here in a few minutes. Jib, you stay here and
guard our rear. If Sunder comes back, tell him where weve gone.
Anything you say, ranger, the sea captain replied, almost too quickly. It was obvious
he had no desire to go any further into these catacombs. Jasryn was beginning to think the tall,
black Ergothian had a fear of dark, enclosed places. Made sense, for a man who made his living
off the wide, open seas. For himself, however, Jasryn had no fear of the unknown; which came
part and parcel with studying magic, he supposed. Still, this creepy place gave even him pause.
Things lurked and skittered in the darkness, down here.

All right, people. The doors and corridors down here are pretty narrow, so Dorian
began, but was quickly cut off by a smiling young knight.
So, the marching order is this: we three knights go first, followed by Garn, then you,
Jase and Lundar, her Royal Highness, and finally Timberwolf. We heard you the first three
times, Dorian, Markham chided. He hefted his enchanted sword, and turned toward the
yawning, darkened corridor.
Wait a minute, Jasryn said, holding his hand up. That wind is blowing so fiercely,
theres no way we can keep a torch lit, and I dont want to be the only one carrying the light.
So? Dallyn asked, almost haughtily. This nearly surprised Jasryn; the mage thought
Dallyns time in the Knights of Solamnia wouldve made him more open-minded about other
races, but apparently, it hadnt. All elves were a bit arrogant as a rule; they all thought they
didnt need the help of the so-called lesser races, like humans. Humans and dwarves were
tolerated by elves, kender and gnomes chased away for the pests they were, and goblins,
hobgoblins, and their ilk hunted down before they could harm decent folk.
So, give me your dagger, Dallyn, Jasryn insisted.
The elfin knight stared at the mage for a moment, then silently unsheathed his Solamnic
dagger and handed it over, hilt first. Jasryn took the weapon, pressed his index and middle
fingers to the blade, and pronounced a single word of power.
Shirak, the White Wizard intoned, and the knife began to glow with eerie green
magical light, from inside the metal itself. Smiling, Jasryn handed the weapon back. There.
Itll shine as brilliantly as a torch for an hour.
Thank you, the elfin knight said formally. He held the dagger in his left hand for light
and defense, and his blessed longsword in the other. I shall lead the way, my good lords.

Got your back, Dallyn, Mark told him, greatsword held in both hands, ready for
trouble. The dwarven runes etched along the blades length continued to glow a dim orangegold, the color of the forge flames it was wrought in.
The corridor went straight west for twenty feet, and then opened up to a rough worked
natural cavern with stalactites. A small pool was fed by a swiftly flowing underground stream,
which ran from the cavern wall and disappeared into another hole at the far end of the chamber.
In the center of the pool was a formation of limestone, roughly human in shape. Off to the side
of the pool were a number of old barrels and buckets, with only a few of them still in somewhat
recognizable shape. All the barrels were rotted beyond use.
Charming, Garnet grumbled as he entered the chamber. The dwarf studied the room,
and then turned to Dorian. Air seems to be coming from that crevice, where the water flows in.
Ill bet my beard this underground stream leads to a much larger pool of water, Dorian.
Mayhap, the Rangerlord agreed, pulling on his Van Dyke beard. He stepped over to
the pool, and cautiously peered into the inky water. Something small broke the surface about ten
feet away, catching his attention. After a moment, he smiled. This pool is filled with fish,
probably blind from countless centuries of living in the dark.
Next to him, Timberwolf bent down and cupped some of the water into his hand. He
cautiously tasted it. Waters fresh, Dorian. If were going to be down here for any length of
time, we can refill our bolas here.
Thats good to know, Tiara added. But I have no wish to spend any great length of
time down here in these crypts. Not with the Thanoi tracking us from above.
Theyre tracking us? Jasryn asked nervously, walking up to them. Are you sure?

Aye, mage, they are, and I am. Ive lived the better part of my adult life on this island,
and one thing I know well, its Frosts minions. Tiara informed him. The lady knight pointed
at the limestone formation in the center of the pool with her sword. What in Paladines memory
is that?
Some sort of statue, Dorian told her. Dissolved by the running stream over time.
Probably put there to keep the water pure.
Dorian, Jasryn began cautiously. Im sensing magic coming from it.
The Rangerlord shot the White Robe a look, and then regarded the formation more
carefully. Hmmm. This bears closer inspection. Water doesnt appear to be too deep. Tim,
Jasryn, cover me.
In a few economical movements, the shaman had removed his yew longbow from his
back, and nocked one of blessed arrows. Taking the hint, Jasryn allowed his glowing sphere to
float on the air next to him and prepared to cast Magic Missile bolts at anything that might
threaten the Rangerlord. Dorian slid into the water, which came to his chest. He shivered for a
moment, and then began moving toward the formation.
Waters cold, Dorian informed them. As he drew closer, he squinted at it. Something
strange. That statues holding a large golden key in its hands.
Dorian, be careful, Meredith suddenly cried. Thats no statue!
Tiara glanced at her sharply. What?
Jasryn was so nervous that he nearly hurled his spell at the thing. Timberwolf, far more
experienced, simply stood there, rock steady, prepared to fire his arrow and quickly reload, if
needed. Garnet and Markham stepped up to the edge of the pool, weapons ready.

What? Dorian asked, suddenly drawing back his hand, which was about to touch the
key.
Its a body, Mercidith informed him. The dripping water from above mustve
completely encased that poor man in limestone.
By now, all of them were on edge. The Companions had had their fair share of the
undead in Nafariants castle, what with animated human skeletons, vampires, and even a
dracolich. The young friends exchanged a glance, both of them feeling the same shiver crawl up
their spines.
Jase, if that thing so much as twitches Markham began, and drew his dagger with his
free hand, which he could throw it.
Say no more, Mark, the young mage replied. Ill blast it into next week if it moves.
Hold your fire, mage, Dorian ordered, calling over his right shoulder. I thinkI think
this fellows quite dead, and not likely to reanimate. Stillaha!
The Rangerlord cried softly as he took the shiny key from the body. Ancient fingers
snapped, reluctant to release their small treasure. As he took the key, a small cylinder near the
body was disturbed. It fell into the churning water and began to float way. Carried quickly by
the stream, the bone-white cylinder bobbed toward the crevice where the water exited.
Dorian! Timberwolf cried in warning.
I see it! Dorian cried, making a dash for the object. He splashed a lot, making a vain
attempt to grab the ivory case. It was obvious to all that, as quick as the elf was, he stood no
chance of snagging the cylinder before it disappeared, carried away on the fast-moving current.
Be at ease, Rangerlord, Lundar intoned. I have the object.

Even as the companions watched, the ivory cylinder left the water, hovered for a
moment, and then floated on the air toward the outstretched hand of the black robed mage.
Jasryn breathed a sigh of relief. He shouldve thought to use a Mage Hand himself; one
of the simplest of spells, all mages learned the cantrip as children. He stared at the limestoneencased body a moment longer before realizing that it wasnt a threat after all.
Quick thinking, Lundar, Dorian said with grudging respect, splashing and shivering as
he left the bitterly cold water of the underground pool. All the others nodded in agreement, or
stood mutely, acknowledging the contribution by the elfin magician.
What is it? Tiara asked, sheathing her sword and stepping closer.
Lundar held the cylinder in his thin fingers, closer to the magical light of Jasryns floating
Orb. Apparently, weve found some sort of scroll case. Hmmm. Its made of ivory and sealed
closed with wax, although I doubt the seal wouldve held water-tight for all of these centuries.
Can you open it? Markham asked, stepping closer as well. Lundar noticed pointedly
that the young man had not sheathed his blade, as Lady Tiara had. Apparently, young Markham
still had not learned his lesson. Even a magic sword was no match for a wizard of his skills.
Lundar shot him a burning look.
Yes. A moment, while I try to determine if there are any magical traps laid upon it.
While Lundar closed his eyes in concentration, Jasryn carefully reached out with his right
hand and held it a few inches from the ivory scroll case. I dont sense any magic at all, Lundar.
Should be safe enough to open.
The black magician opened his eyes after a moment, judging his young colleague by the
sincerity clearly written on his guileless face. While from a rival Order of magic, Jasryn had
never shown any hostility toward him in the entire time hed known the boy. Oh, the apprentice

had tried to hide things from him, but that was to be expected. Still, as the teenaged wizard grew
both in power and experience, Lundar knew that Jasryn Storm would be one to be reckoned with.
If he lives, that is, Lundar reflected in the darkness of his private thoughts. You are
quite correct, Apprentice Storm. However, just because you do not sense any magic about it,
does not mean that there isnt a trap laid, and kept hidden from your magical senses.
Both of Jasryns eyebrows rose. Is that possible?
The black robed wizard shot him a quick glance. Very.
Lundar gripped both ends firmly, and opened the case with a twist. The two halves
separated, revealing a thin velum map inside. He spoke a word of magic to dry the ancient
papyrus, and then unrolled it carefully.
It appears to be a map, crudely drawn.
Lemme see! Lemme see! Shyla cried, reaching up to snatch the vellum. Lundar held
the thin scroll high above her, shooting the kender a scathing look.
Try that again, and Ill turn you into a green bug with eight legs, Lundar hissed. Bags,
but I hate kender!
Lundar, Dorian began, his voice tinged with warning. He was now out of the pool,
dripping wet, and shivering from the cold. The half-elven Rangerlords temper was obviously
short. Please stop threatening Shyla, and tell us what the map says.
The black robed elf studied the map for a moment, and then spoke in low tones.
Unfortunately, it appears that some water seeped into the scroll case, and most of the
map has been washed away, as I feared, Lundar informed them all. However, these few
chambers can still be made out, just barely. This appears to be the section where we came in,

and this tunnel leads to this water room, where were standing. This corridor leads to another
chamber, here. The rest is too faded to read.
I thought you said the rooms down here move around at will, Timberwolf inquired, his
features pinched with consternation. He glanced at Princess Mercidith, who stood by the edge of
the pool, apparently performing last rites on the body, which sat there, entombed in limestone.
They do, Lundar corrected. The map our friend Dallyn brought us is far more
complete than this old thing. That key that Dorian is holding unlocks some door down here
however, and unless Im greatly mistaken, this velum map wouldve told us which portal it gains
us entrance to.
Is there some magical means of reconstructing the map? Tiara asked. It may still
reveal some clue not on the scroll we brought with us.
Mayhap it can be restored, my lady, but not here, Lundar added quickly. Id need
access to a full laboratory, and time to cast the necessary spells.
Time which we dont have, Dorian added quickly. Not with those walrus men and
gods-only-know what else waiting for us, in the ruins above.
I doubt that, Jasryn said quickly. They wouldnt be able to get past the Dreamwood
without a mages help.
Need I remind you, Jasryn Storm, that there is a Thorn Knight pursuing us at this very
moment? Lundar intoned.
Danvil Felcraft. Jasryn nearly shuddered. His answer was a hoarse whisper. No, you
dont have to remind me.
Then let us get on with this quest ere we run into real trouble, Lundar told him, then
raised his hood to gaze at them all. I believe were finished here. Follow me.

Without another word, Lundar Eclipse glided quickly and silently out of the chamber,
leaving the party to wonder in silence, with only the sound of water flowing to keep them
company. Markham raised his sword in the direction the wizard had gone.
I should probably point out that we should be going first to face any trouble, but
somehow I doubt he needs our help.
Oh, he needs our help, all right, Dorian told him. A wizard doesnt just wander
around in the darkened corridors of a tomb like this.
Somehow, Dorian, I think Marks right, Timberwolf told him. There is very little that
drow is afraid of. Were just cannon fodder to him.
Lords of Light, I hope youre wrong, Tiara toned in. Still, I have to agree with you.
Wed best keep an eye on him.
So saying, Lady Tiara strode forward, walking boldly into the dark. Dallyn followed, his
magicked dagger still shining brilliantly as a torch, the rest of the companions falling in behind.
Uh oh, Shyla said, stopping short. Everybody froze when she said this; a kender saying
the words uh oh meant nothing but trouble. Markham raised his greatsword, while Jasryn peered
into the darkness, trying to make something out.
What is it, Kenderkin? Mark asked, caution evident in his voice. He stepped up right
next to the small sprite, as silently as possible.
Jasryn swallowed, closing his eyes, and gently stroked his familiar. Lend me your sight,
little one.
The mage concentrated for a moment, then opened his eyes. Over his own limited human
sight, Jasryn saw the world in shades of red. The lifeless rock was a dull brown, but nothing
appeared to be there. Someone moved the torch, and blinding white light assaulted him.

Ungh! Jasryn cried, and shook his head to clear it.
What is it, Jasryn? Princess Mercidith asked with concern, grabbing his arm to steady
him.
Nothing, the boy answered. When he noticed everyone was staring at him, he
explained further. I just tried to see through Fafnirs eyes, use his darkvision. The torch
blinded me, thats all.
Heh, now ye know what it feels like, kid, Garnet replied from the front of the line.
Every time ye snap yer fingers and produce one o those balls o light!
Yeah, Jasryn replied, sympathy in his voice.
Did you see anything? Dorian asked, turning to the dwarf. Either of you?
Both mage and dwarf shook their heads. Got more experience seein in the dark than
the kid, Dorian, and theres nothing living in front of us.
Then what spooked the kender Dallyn began to ask, when he distinctly heard an
almost-audible click. Move!
Behind them, flames suddenly spouted from holes in the rocky ceiling. Steven, Lady
Tiaras squire, was too slow. The boys cloak caught on fire. Tiara quickly pulled it off him and
threw it to the ground.
You okay? she asked.
Aye, milady, the teenager replied, his eyes wide. Thank you.
Watch yourself, she said, and turned to the black robed mage. Mage! Why didnt you
warn us about that trap?
I did, Lady Knight, the dark-cloaked figure replied in a deep voice. There are
doubtless other traps down here as well

Dorian reached out, grabbed a handful of black velvet, and yanked the elfin wizard out of
the line of fire, just in time. A moment later, and wicked-looking spikes descended from the
ceiling, skewering the air where the wicked wizard had just been standing.
Stop talking and watch it, Dorian warned. The humans cant hear the clicks of
machinery. We elves can.
Watch where ye step, Garnet warned them all. The traps are triggered by false stones
in the floor!
Aye, Dorian told him. Shyla, watch in front of us carefully. You see anything that
doesnt look quite right
Menacing, maniacal laughter cut him off, and made them all shiver.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
undar, is there a little something you neglected to tell us? Markham
Swordhawk asked. The young knights cloak swirled as he turned to face the half-elven mage,
enchanted greatsword in hand. All heads turned in Lundars direction.
Eerie, glowing mist filled the ancient corridor in which they were all standing. From
somewhere in the dark catacombs came evil, cackling laughter that drifted toward them.
Jasryn nearly set his lightning bolt spell off at the sound. He understood that Lundar was
the senior mage with far more experience, but why in the name of Krynns three moons had

Master Palin insisted on sending him? There were other wizards Palin couldve sent, like his
own son, Ulin. Unless Palin didnt really expect that wed be ever coming back?
Jasryn shook himself at the thought. Palin Majere wasnt a Black Robe. He trusted
Jasryn to handle whatever dangers were down here, and hed sent the finest warriors he could
with the teenager.
Still, I doubt Palin couldve expected this to happen to us, the boy reflected. When
Lundar Eclipse spoke, it gave Jasryn chills. He gathered his white samite robes about himself for
warmth; it didnt help much.
Have a care, Swordhawk, the wizards voice came, dark and menacing, from the depths
of his black velvet hood. Lundars robe, dark as obsidian, softly rustled as he raised a finger at
the young knight. The ruins above us are haunted, as are these catacombs. No living soul has
been down here in centuries. You knew what you were signing on foror have you lost your
nerve, knight?
Dallyn Forestrunner raised his gleaming longsword. Elis Glory was both blessed and
enchanted, but would it be enough if this misbegotten Dark Elf turned traitor? For all the boys
talent and raw power, Dallyn knew that Jasryn really was still an apprentice. Dallyn doubted the
young mage could stand up to his elder for more than a few seconds before Lundar turned on the
rest of them.
It was a mistake for Palin Majere to ever trust you, Black Robe, Dallyn hissed, his
sword pointed at the wizards throat. Hed of course heard the tale from his companion,
Markham, how this creature turned his sword red-hot with a gesture. Still, perhaps the ten of
them could stop himmaybe.

Jasryn quickly stepped between them, hands up and out; his large sleeves swayed with
the movement. Dallyn! Lundar! Stop this! This is neither the time nor the place
The disembodied laughter got louder, seemed to surround them all, as the glowing mist
grew thicker, obscuring all vision. The kender, Shyla Pouchfinder, looked up in wonder. This
is interesting!
Be on your guard! Lundar warned. This is an air elemental, probably from the
staffff
Thick, glowing fog completely enveloped them all now, and even sound was muffled.
Jasryn moved his arms in intricate patterns, his old spell forgotten. The boy instead summoned a
powerful gust of wind to blow this away. After a few minutes, the corridor began to clear.
His companions were gone. Except for Fafnir, Jasryn was alone in the endless
catacombs, which were all that were left of the Tower of High Wizardry at Daltigoth. Far above,
the wind howled through the frozen wasteland that Frost ruled.
Shirak, Jasryn spoke softly, and a second globe of pale white light appeared in the
palm of his outstretched hand, replacing the eerie glow from the enchanted fog. Jasryn gasped.
He was not quite alone in the hallway. A black-robed wizard stood nearby, tall and imposing.
He knew instinctively that this man was not Lundar Eclipse.
Boy, are you prepared for your Test? the mage intoned, his hollow voice echoing off
the cold, wet stone walls. A voluminous, rotten, black satin robe enshrouded his thin form. One
yellowed bony finger pointed at the teenage wizard, the other grasping a magical staff in a
menacing manner.

Jasryn froze, his sapphire blue eyes widened in shock. Somehow, he just knew that was
the fabled Staff of Joman Noothschoan, which Master Palin had sent him here to retrieve. Arion,
which controlled the element of Air, crafted in the long-lost Second Age of the world.
Which meant that this black robed undead wizard was none other than Joman
Noothschoan, a contemporary of Fistandantilus, one of the most powerful magic-users to ever
walk Krynn. Now he was an undead lich that haunted these ruins. Unlike a vampire, a lich was
the corpse of a wizard so powerful that his innate magic kept him animated long after his demise,
the evil in his soul so dark he continued to wander the earth until some specific task was
accomplished.
The boy nodded slowly. The Test? Even in these days, with the magic of Krynn only
recently returned to its former glory, the Test was only given in Wayreth, the sole remaining
Tower of High Sorcery.
Jasryn had learned magic since he was old enough to walk. Hed cast his first cantrip,
calling light, at the tender age of six. By the time he was a skinny twelve-year-old novice, hed
cast his first real spell, and had summoned the magical rainbows that dazzled Cean Blackgaard
and his contingent of evil knights. Yes, Jasryn was ready for his Test, but here? The boy
doubted a Test had been administered in these ruins in centuries. Mouth dry, his eyes locked on
the prized staff in the lichs hand. Crafted of aged white ashwood, adorned with platinum rings,
and with runes engraved along its length, the staff was crowned by a platinum dragon that held a
large, glowing amethyst in its wings. This was Arion, all right. But the Test?
The loneliness and weight of the passing centuries had obviously driven the lich insane.
Joman shifted position, pulled the staff closer to his breast. A thin, yellowed hand beckoned.
You are young, White Robe, yet far older than you appear. Approach, and tell me your name.

I am Jasryn Storm of Solace, the boy answered in as strong a voice as he could
manage. The very sight of the undead creature was frightening, and the boy was scarcely able to
control his trembling. The odor from the lich grew overpowering as he approached, but the boy
endured it. He would not betray Master Palins trust in him. If this lich, all which remained of
the great wizard Joman, demanded that he take his Test to win this staff, then of course he
would!
That is a lie! Joman hissed. The crystal atop the staff glowed brighter, filling the
corridor with violet-white light. The skeletal hand reached out, brushed the boys long, ravenblack hair, and touched his forehead. I sense you were born elsewhere, further to the east.
Yessssyou were born in Neraka, by the sea, at Storms Keep.
Jasryn blinked. He knew he was a foundling, his lineage unknown. The red robed
wizard Serannon had raised him for years on a small farm, where hed learned to ride and care
for horses, when he wasnt poring over moldy old parchment or tending their garden for spell
components. In his sixth or seventh summer of life, evil knights encased in black armor came
looking his gentle old master. They murdered Serannon, burned their small house to the ground,
and stole the elven wizards spellbooks and his pupil. Jasryn then became the adopted son of
Baron von Bladmere and the student of the evil black robed magician, Danvil Felcraft. The boy
remained with them until the day the unicorns rescued him and two other boys, Markham
Swordhawk and his little brother Kalistaire. Thereafter, he lived with his older sister Usha, who
likewise had no memory of their parents or their people.
Serannon had always been tight-lipped about where Jasryn was born, but hed always had
confusing dreams of a castle deep within Neraka. Who were his real parents? Had Serannon

kidnapped him from Neraka to save him from darkness and a destiny of servitude to evil? After
all these years, Jasryn still didnt know.
Then, there was that mysterious magic door in Felcrafts tower at Castle Ravenwood. It
led elsewhere, to a vast, darkened chamber deep beneath another castle, a hundred or more miles
away. Magic circles and runes on the stone floor had been written in unicorn bloodrunes
which still glowed with an eerie reddish light. Jasryn had stood there, frozen, lost in memories
that surged up from his distant babyhood. He remembered being placed in the center of that
magic circle by black-robed men, and how frightened hed been by their chanting. The place,
hed finally recalled, was Storms Keep, from which Jasryn took his surname. He couldnt
remember any more, and Timberwolf sealed that door forever with powerful spells and the
blessing of his god, Kiri-Jolith.
I sense your confusion, young one, Joman told him, smiling. Your past is shrouded in
mystery. When you depart from this place, you will bear a means to slay the dragon which Men
call Blizzardif you survive your Test.
Jasryn nodded in silence, his eyes darting back to the staff once more. This one artifact
was powerful enough to overcome the Great White Hurricane, or so Lundar Eclipse had claimed.
Joman laughed, the same hollow, eerie cackle from before. So, you want my staff, boy?
There was little point in lying. The lich was obviously reading his very thoughts. Jasryn
licked his dry lips. Yes, Master Joman.
The lich studied him for long moments before speaking once more. Jasryns blood
rushed to his ears, as he wondered whether Joman would reduce him to ashes where he stood,
with a single word of magic. When the lich spoke once more, it was like the sound of dry,
crackling leaves.

Long have I been Arions guardian, young one. It is time for someone new to take my
place. Many have tried over the years. None have succeeded. Perhaps it will be you?
Joman pointed his staff to the far wall, regarding two stone archways, tunnels that
stretched into darkness. Jasryn had not noticed them before. You must choose the path to take.
I cannot help you once you begin. No one can. Choose carefully.
Jasryns eyes darted between the two archways, so similar, yet subtly different. The first
was capped with a demons head, the other with an inverted pentagram. Both had runes
engraved along them in Eldritch, the language of magic. He inhaled, made his choice, and
nodded solemnly.
Boy?
Jasryn looked up at Joman one last time. Yes, Master?
Mind your heart. I do so hope it will be you.
Jasryn turned and entered the corridor to his right, passed beneath the watchful stone gaze
of the demon, and saw a small symbol he hadnt noticed before. A Trinacria, the All-Seeing Eye
and symbol of the Conclave, crowned the demons head. Hed made the correct choice. The
teenaged wizard raised his globe of light higher and stepped carefully into the bowels of
Daltigoth Tower. Behind him, Joman Noothschoans hollow laughter followed on his heels.
The boy repressed a shudder as the glowing mist once more enveloped him, and the world spun
away once more.

Quills scraped softly on parchment in the schoolroom. Twelve-year-old Jasryn wiped his
sweaty forehead with the sleeve of his tunic, shifted position on the hard stool, and wrapped his
bare feet around the wooden legs. The air was close, and smelled of unwashed bodies, old wood
that burned in the rooms ironwrought stove, and spell components displayed in countless little
glass jars on shelves lining the walls: dried rose petals, frankincense, cassia, myrrh, saffron,
guano, and more. Thick incense filled the room as well, dulling the senses, and causing the
unwary to drift off.
Jasryn concentrated on forming his letters properly, when a crackle and a loud pop
suddenly exploded in the room, leaving behind the stale scent of ozone. Geoffrey yelped, and all
heads looked in his direction. Master Danvil Felcraft had a dark continence and no tolerance for
pupils who dozed off. Their master frequently shocked hapless boys who raised his ire, using a
toned-down form of the shocking grasp hex. Jasryn and his classmates whispered in their dorm
at night that Master Danvil kept the air hot and thick with incense on purpose, giving him an
excuse to shock them.
That will be ten more lines, Mister Gust, the master intoned solemnly. His voice
whispered from beneath his black hood.
Geoffrey licked his dry lips. Yes, sir.
Two tables back, Derrick Glaven and Angoth Lockhart snickered. Jasryn overheard a
comment about Raistlin and made a face. Master Danvil was sneaking up behind the sleeping
child, his thin, claw-like fingers raised in a menacing gesture. Jasryn swallowed. He didnt
think this was very funny. Raistlin was the smallest boy in their class, and had few friends.
Derrick and his sidekick, redheaded, freckled Angoth, constantly picked on him.

Electricity crackled on the back of Raistlins neck, with the expected result. The child
snapped wide awake, screamed once, lost his balance, and fell to the hard flagstone floor. The
skinny lad looked up at his master and chief tormentor, with a ready apology on his lips. Danvil
was hearing none of it.
Snoring in my classroom again, Mister Majere? That will be ten more lines ofwhat
did you say?
I said, I completed the assignment, Master Danvil, the boy replied in a lofty, arrogant
tone. He sat up, but didnt dare to get up from his prone position on the floor. Danvil drilled the
young offender with his most poisonous stare, and then reached for the parchment on the small
desk. His green eyes darted back and forth as he read. This is adequate, Mister Majere, but that
is no excuse for falling asleep during my penmanship lesson. Ten more lines, and additional five
for your arrogant tone of voice
Danvils head suddenly snapped in Derrick and Angoths direction. Hed caught their
snickering. Would the two of you like to spend the afternoon sitting in the stocks?
Both bullies paled and shook their heads.
I didnt think so, Danvil replied. He plopped Raistlins parchment back on the small
table, and then strode purposely to the front of the room, where he addressed the whole class.
His voice, emanating from the shadowy depths of his black hood, sounded as grim as death.
The time has come for two of your number to be chosen.
All twenty small heads looked up expectantly. This was unusual, and the boys wondered
just what Master Danvil was up to. Their stern teacher stood barely 54, but he commanded
fear and respect from his young charges. Danvil Felcrafts features were hawkish, more

resembled a bird of prey than a nobleman. He had power and knew how to wield it, although
Jasryn knew he abused his authority over them.
Two novices will be brought before the Council, whereif you are extremely fortunate
you will be apprenticed to a master. I have, naturally, chosen my two best students. Do not
shame me, or the consequences will be dire.
Derrick and Angoth folded their hands and sat up straight, smiling brightly. Jasryn and
Raistlin each rolled their eyes, though not so their master could see. Danvil smiled a sly, greasy
grin, and strode up to the pair. Did you think I meant you, Mister Glaven? Or perhaps you,
Mister Lockhart?
Derrick swallowed and slowly nodded, his long blond hair swaying with the movement.
Next to him, Angoths face burned until he was as red as his freckles. Danvil turned.
I said my best students, boys, not brown-noses, or masters pets, Danvil told them so
the entire class could hear. The boys faces fell. Silent as a shadow, the hem of his robes
rustling on the stone floor the only sound, Danvil glided forward down the row, until he stopped
at Jasryns desk. You, Mister Storm, have shown consistently high-quality work, sufficient for
apprenticeship.
The boys jaw fell open. He quickly closed it, and swallowed in a dry throat. Thank
you, sir.
All eyes were on Master Danvil as he silently walked across the gray flagstones. He
stopped before the desk of his most irritating student. I realize this will inflate your already
arrogant ego to gigantic proportions, but you, Raistlin Majere, are my other choice.
Danvil expected something humble in response. He shouldve known better.
Naturally. Im the best student in the class.

Normally, such a comment wouldve earned Raistlin a barrage of spitballs or irritating
cantrips flung at the back of his neck when the masters back was turned, but none of them dared
breathe right now. Privately, Jasryn agreed with him; Raistlin really was the best student here,
and the two of them were frequently partners for laboratory sessions. However, this was neither
the time nor the place for such a remark.
Danvil leaned in close, so close he was nose-to-nose with the boy, and Raistlin could
smell the tobacco on his masters breath. We shall see how cocky you are, little one, when
youre brought into the council chamber. Both of you have your things packed quickly. We
leave at first light. As for the rest of you, give Gronke no trouble while Im gone. Hes an
enforcer, and if he changes you into somethingunnaturalIm not at all certain I can change
you back.
Everyone swallowed, their imaginations running wild at the possibility of having an
enforcer as a substitute teacher.
*
Jasryn slept during most of the waiting period, which Danvil called purification. Each
of them had been brought to this dungeon by magic, and unceremoniously locked into tiny cages,
barely large enough for a ten-year-old human boy to sit up in. The dimensions of the box were
too small to lie down or stand up, and his legs cramped terribly. Hed been kept in the dank
darkness of this dungeon, denied all food and water, as the ever-present cold seeped into his
body. Somewhere in the dark, he heard Raistlin wheezing and coughing. Jasryn knew the
smaller boy had a tendency to get sick easily. If he was down here, locked in this cramped metal
box in the dark for hours, days, or weeks, Jasryn couldnt tell.

Finally, the metal door to the box opened, and bright white light flooded in, blinding him.
The voice that addressed him was commanding and cold. Come on out, boy.
Jasryn tried to comply, but he was so weak from lack of food, that crawling, even
moving, was an effort. Belatedly, hed recognized the voice as Danvils. He saw, from his
position, a pair of black leather boots, underneath a black velvet robe, with mystical runes
embroidered into the cloth. There, right in front of him, were two bowls. One contained water,
the other ground meal. Jasryn immediately went to the water, cupping his hands.
Not like that! Eat like a dog. Like a dog, or you get nothing.
Thirsty, the boy complied. He drained the waterbowl, slurping it all up, before turning to
the food. He felt Danvil pat his head. Good. Good. I think Ive broken you.
Jasryn didnt understand what was going on. This was a nightmare, a bad dream. It had
to be! Master Danvil was mean, but evil? Where were Danvils red robes? Why was he
wearing black? Where were they? Jasryn was a foundling, but Raistlin had family. The other
boys wouldve told the Majeres they were gone this long. Surely, Danvil couldnt get away with
this!
Jasryn had finished the contents of the bowl before hed realized it. He sat there on his
haunches, obedient and fearful, wondering what was to come next. He barely noticed the cold
stone floor he was resting on.
Get up. The Council is waiting.
Jasryn was so weak he could barely stand. The room swam in his vision, the torchlight
divided into colors, white and orange and yellow. Dimly, he sensed Raistlin on the other side of
the chamber, maybe twenty feet away. They both shivered, Raistlin worse than he. Their

clothes were gone, and they wore nothing more than loincloths. Jasryn hugged himself and
dared to speak. Its cold. Could we please have our
No, Danvil snapped. Youre acolytes. You havent earned the right to wear robes
yet. After youve killed for the Order, you get to wear a black robe.
Jasryn stared at his master in shock. He couldnt possibly have heard that right, but the
tone of Danvils voice left no doubt. Master Danvil Felcraft was a Black Robe wizard. Hed
been masquerading as a Red Robe, probably because theyd never let him teach youngsters
magic otherwise. And Jasryn was expected to kill. The Solamnic Knighthood regularly visited
Solace, stayed at the Inn of the Last Home. How could he become a murderer, and still mingle
with those brave knights who upheld the law? His best friend Markham was a squire of that holy
Order. How could he kill somebody and still face Mark?
Raistlin coughed softly, saying nothing. The boy had a haunted yet determined look in
his eyes. Was Raistlin capable of taking a human life? Jasryn shuddered at the thought. They
were only children! How could Danvil do this to them?
The two young boys were marched barefoot across the cold flagstones that leeched the
heat from their bodies faster than the chill air. Knights of Neraka were spaced evenly along the
long corridor. Torches burned with green and blue flames, producing no smoke. Double doors,
crafted of iron-banded oak, parted at their approach. The boys were ushered inside quickly, and
Jasryns eyes ballooned at what he saw.
The large chamber was darkened, the only light emanating from two magical staves
which stood upright against the western wall near a hideous altar of black obsidian, shaped like
an angry-looking goats head. A large pentagram was drawn out on the stone floor, with magical
symbols and the spidery script Jasryn recognized as a form of Eldritch, the language of magic.

After a moment, he recognized the dialect: Thebian, the Black Tongue, used only by Black Robe
wizards and witches.
The adults were all dressed in black robes, with the hoods pulled up, faces hidden in the
voluminous folds. Knights of the Death Lily in gleaming black armor guarded the chambers
double doors, the chambers only entrance. Two prisoners sat on their knees, bound in chains, in
the exact center of the pentagram. Somewhere Jasryn smelled incense burning, and the whole
chamber was thick with it; it made the boys head foggy.
The two boys obediently followed their master to the altar. Jasryn recognized demons,
and the image of Nuitarithe Black Moon, the dark god of magicin one of his many forms, an
evil goat. The two magical staves stood at attention on opposite sides of the altar, which Jasryn
now realized was covered with blood, probably the same blood used to sketch out the pentagram
and runes on the floor.
Danvil Felcraft, his black velvet robes rustling as he moved, raised his skeletal hands in
supplication. Infernal Majesty, I have brought two novices before you for initiation into our
brotherhood.
Dimly, Jasryn realized Danvil was addressing Nuitari. From the depths of the hood, the
boy could feel his masters terrible, glowing eyes as they regarded him and Raistlin. These
werent the eyes of a schoolmaster; these orbs were cold, devoid of all human compassion.
Jasryn shuddered, and Danvil continued. One of these boys is the answer to my dreams.
Completely ruthless, ambitious, and greedy for power.
The cowled head turned, and there was no question; Danvil was staring at them both.
My heir, my true successor. One of these boys will host the unholy dark spirit of the First True
Head of our Order. One of them will have the honor of becoming Fistandantilus reborn.

Groggy, Jasryn blinked, understanding finally dawning. One of them, he or Raistlin,
would be possessed by a demon, one of the most powerful and ruthless black wizards ever to
walk Krynn. And their master, the stocky, stern instructor, Danvil Felcraftthe name was close.
Danvil was either Fistandantilus descendant, or a black robed mage already possessed of the
long-dead wizards soul, or both. Strangely, Jasryn felt no fear. It was as if someone had turned
off all of his emotions. Otherwise, the young boy knew hed be terrified.
Danvil Felcraft glided up to the children, leaned in close, and whispered conspiratorially.
Both of you have the potential to become exceedingly powerful. Indeed, I can sense the power
burning bright within each of you. It tingles in your very blood. All you need now is training.
Felcraft gestured toward the staves with a wave of his hand. These are intended for you.
One is the Staff of Magius. The other is Arion, Guardian of Air. I expect both of you to earn
your black robes this night. You are far too talented to fail meunlike my former apprentices,
all of whom I was forced to sacrifice to our dark master. You boys will not fail me, will you?
No, master, both of them said obediently, Jasryn being a little slower to answer than
Raistlin. He felt Danvils eyes lingering on him. The boy looked, and gasped. Danvils eyes
werent green any longer, but glowing red.
Good. Now, as for your initiation Test. It is really quite simple, Danvil explained, as
he calmly placed a dagger into each boys hands. Jasryn stared at the weapon for a few
moments, part of him still rapt by his teachers words, part of him transfixed by the horrible
beauty of the knife. The blade was curved in a sinuous manner like a snake, pointed with a
double razor-sharp edge. The hilt was wrought gold, in the shape of a demon. Dimly glowing
letters were etched into the blade, which Jasryn didnt quite understand.

Each of you must make a blood sacrifice to join the Order, Danvil began walking
toward the center of the pentagram, where the two prisoners sat on their knees, bound with heavy
chains. Jasryns blood froze when he recognized them. Raistlins victim was his own brother,
Caramon! And the other.
Jasryn swallowed in a dry throat. It was Markham Swordhawk, his best friend! Jasryn
felt his pulse quicken, his hands going numb. This couldnt be happening! Master Danvilhis
masterwas a black robed wizard, and he was demanding that he kill Mark to earn his own robe
and staff? With effort, Jasryn tore his eyes from Mark and looked up. Danvil and the other
mages were watching the boys expectantly. Raistlinlittle, picked-on, studious Raistlinwas
prepared to murder his own brother!
In horror, Jasryn watched as Raistlin calmly stabbed his brother in the throat. Blood
spurted out in a scarlet gush. Did Jasryn just say calmly? There was outright hatredjealousy
flashing in the young boys eyes as he committed the foul deed. Gagging, dying, Caramon
Majere fell face-forward to the stone floor, his cheek making a sickening plop as he hit the
flagstones.
Well? Danvil hissed. What are you waiting for, boy? All your dreams of power and
glory are waiting for you! Kill him and be done with it!
Power? Glory? That wasnt why Jasryn studied magic. His soul hungered for
knowledge, to probe the mysteries of the world, to use that knowledge to help people! Yet,
Danvil expected him to kill? Mark? His own best friend? Jasryn looked deep into Marks
terrified, gray-blue eyes, and gave him a silent, reassuring glance. Then, the boy looked up at his
master, and calmly told him what he could do with his offer of power.
No. I wont kill him, Master Danvil. Ill never be one of you!

Jasryn could feel Danvils eyes blaze, burning a hole deep into him. The voice was cold,
merciless. If you dont kill him, I will kill you!
Maybe challenging Danvil wasnt such a good idea, Jasryn thought. These men were all
experienced, master wizards. Theyd spent their whole lives studying magic, and had,
undoubtedly, killed boys like him without hesitation or remorse, many times. Jasryn, on the
other hand, was a novice. He only knew a handful of cantrips, magic taught to children, and one
real spell, Color Spray. Jasryn didnt think magic rainbows would affect adult wizards.
The boy looked down at the dagger still in his hand, and then to Mark. So, this was his
choice. Kill or be killed.
No, Jasryn thought quickly. There was a third alternative. Maybe he didnt know much,
but he was very, very good at what he did know. Quickly, the boy looked up at the western wall,
and directed his concentration on the two staves that stood there, crystals glowing brilliantly,
completely forgotten.
Dumak! Jasryn yelled. Instantly, both crystals went out like blown candles, plunging
the vast chamber into total darkness.
Jasryn moved, running toward where hed last seen one of the magic staves. If he could
only reach it, he might stand a chance! The boys bare feet slapped the floor, and he heard
muttered curses from the adults as they groped in the dark. Jasryn knew he only had seconds
before these master magicians called for light, the very first cantrip any novice was taught.
The boy bumped into somebody, felt large hands groping for him. Jasryn slashed with
the dagger, then rushed on as the man recoiled. Almost there!
Ow! The little bastard cut me!

Shirak! Danvil shouted, the Eldritch word for light. A pale, reddish glowing sphere
burst into being in the palm of his outstretched hand. Master magicians! Idiots! You let a
skinny child get past you?
He has the staff! one of the Black Robes warned.
Indeed, the skinny child they all underestimated stood by the altar, feet slightly apart,
holding the magical staff Arion in a defensive stance that Markham Swordhawk had once taught
him. The fist-sized amethyst set in the crown burst into purple-white light as the boy held the
shaft. Breathing hard, Jasryn silently threatened them all with the powerful, magical artifact,
trying to figure out what to do next.
He has the staff! Danvil Felcraft repeated mockingly. Your keen observance of the
obvious does the Order credit, Seank. So he has Arion. Im simply terrified.
The words were flat, sarcastic. Jasryn realized his error, even as Danvil spoke it. Do
you know how to use it, little boy? Go on! Summon air elementals, hurricane winds, chain
lightning! Kill us all where we stand, then you and your little friend can go home.
Danvil stepped forward menacingly. Jasryn huffed air, stared at his teacher, and waved
the staff in his direction. Weak, Danvil sneered. Ungrateful little wretch. I gave you the
opportunity for power beyond your wildest dreams, and you actually insulted me! You spit in
my face, you little bastard!
Danvil Felcraft continued to advance, heedless of the staff, as Jasryn waved it in his
direction. The boy didnt know what would happen if he actually managed to hit his master with
it. Probably do nothing more than pee him off, but it couldnt get any worse than thiscould it?
Danvil laughed a cold, hollow laugh. Jasryn just knew Danvil intended to kill him. Go
ahead! Cast a spell! I dare you!

Cast a spell!
Automatically, the words of power spilled from Jasryns mouth. Words to the only
incantation the twelve-year-old knew:
Janquith/Tolin kiri Shirak pektra prism!
The staff vibrated in his hand, and the crystal on top flared like an exploding star. A
resplendent rainbow burst forth from the magical amethyst and quickly filled the vast chamber
with its dazzling light. Channeled through the artifact, a staff of weather control, the normally
low-level spell was increased tenfold, and stunned all the adults into unconsciousness. All
collapsed, save Jasryn who held the staff, and Markham Swordhawk, who sat facing the far wall.
The boy mage felt drained. Two or three of the black wizards moaned. Jasryn knew he
didnt have much time. He quickly ran to his friend, and on impulse, touched the glowing purple
gemstone to the chains binding Mark. The iron links hissed and fell to the floor with a clatter.
Jasryn, Markham began. He looked up at his friend and rubbed the circulation back
into his wrists and arms. I thought
That Id kill you? Jasryn asked, reaching down with one hand to help his friend to his
feet. I thought you knew me better than that, Markham Danyal Swordhawk. How could you
believe liars like Danvil Felcraft and that little snake, Raistlin? Come on, they wont stay
stunned for long!
Not long at all, an adult voice told him, cold as death itself. It was one of the Dark
Knights, a captain in full black armor, drawing his greatsword. Somehow, Jasryn suspected that
a Lily Knight employed by Black Wizards would have an enchanted weapon, and his armor was
probably magical as well, which explained why he wasnt affected by the spell.

Jasryn froze. He knew that voice, from his nightmares. Lord Cean Danock Blackgaard,
High Commander of Danvil Felcrafts personal guard. Serannons murderer.
No, he isnt, a small voice came from the back of Jasryns mind. Hes no lord.
Blackgaards worse than that. Hes Fathers captain. He taught me how to throw a dagger.
Ive seen him kill before.
Blackgaard was blocking the door, their only way out. To get out, Jasryn would have to
actually kill him.
Jasryn, Mark whispered from behind him. He noticed the young squire of Solamnia
had picked up one of the wavy daggers; probably the same one Raistlin had used to murder his
own brother earlier. Remember. Good will always destroy evil.
Jasryn knew that was something from the Measure. All well and good for a future
knight. Markham was being trained to fight, to kill. Jasryn just wanted to learn magic,
especially the spell that would enable him to fly. That was the dream of every magic apprentice.
The boy knew this dark man, he feared him. He outright hated him. But, could he actually take
Blackgaards life?
Sir Cean Blackgaard was no helpless prisoner, bound and ready for slaughter as a
sacrifice to some bloodthirsty, dark god. He was a trained, professional soldier. He was armed,
and by the way he swung that enchanted sword, he was prepared to kill them both, two innocent
young boys, in cold blood.
A word echoed in Jasryns mind. The boy knew it would unleash the power of the staff.
Blackgaard took one step toward them. Two steps.
Evince!

Chain lightning exploded from the platinum dragon atop the staff, which held the magical
amethyst securely in its grip. It was Paladines symbol, Jasryn knew; head of the same divine
house which Solinari the Lord of White Magic belonged to. This staff had never been meant to
be held by black wizards, or even those who wore the red robes of neutrality. It was an artifact
of goodness, and woe be to the benighted creature that stood in its way.
With a thunderclap, blue lightning arced toward the black steel plates encasing the evil
knight. Blackgaard was blown against the far wall like a toy doll. The enchanted lighting
changed colors, from blue to red to yellow to orange, struck the enchanted armor over and over,
before shattering the locked oaken double doors to blackened splinters. Then the magical
energies moved on to melt Nuitaris altar.
The boys coughed and waved the smoke away with their hands. Markham pointed to the
doorway, yawning open to reveal the torchlit corridor outside. Lets go!

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
asryn blinked.
He was nineteen summers old again, wearing a magicians robe of gleaming white
samite, which had been given him when he was officially named Baron Von Bladmere of
Neraka. Fafnir the small pseudodragon, his familiar, was protectively curled about his thin
shoulders as usual. Off to his right was Markham Swordhawk, twenty-one summers tall, in
resplendent Solamnic armor. Nearby were Dallyn, Lady Tiara, Princess Mercidith, Dorian,
Shyla, Gnebbich, Garnet Irondelve, and Timberwolf. But where was Lundar?
Jasryn looked up. The black robed wizard was on the other side of this huge, hollowedout chamber they all suddenly found themselves in. It looked at a glance to be quarried out of
solid bedrock, and as Garnet had told them countless times, was dwarven construction. Magical
smokeless torches lit the room, the same as in that corridor Jasryn had just been ina minute, or
a lifetime ago? On the far side of the chamber, some forty or more feet away, was the rooms
only distinguishing feature. Resting on a raised black marble platform was a huge sarcophagus,
crafted of solid polished onyx. Etched all about the coffin were runes of Eldritch, which Jasryn
understood at once were protective wards. Floating silently above the stone lid was Arion.

Lundar was closing in on it like a sparrowhawk toward a fluffy white rabbit, the greed
evident in his dark elven eyes.
Mark, what just happened? Garnet asked in his gravelly voice.
You mean Lord Soth and the thirty thousand undead Dark Knights we were just
fighting? Markham asked tonelessly.
It was thirty-one thousand, Dallyn corrected. But whos counting?
Gentlemen, Timberwolf began. His longbow was out and nocked, the gleaming silver
arrowhead pointed directly at Lundars back. You want me to kill that black robed traitor
before he snatches the artifact, or
Tempting, Markham answered, but we cant just shoot an enemy in the back. Tis
dishonorable.
Youre talking about honor at a time like this? Garnet griped. All three knights turned
in his direction with scathing looks. What?
Lundar, dont! Jasryn shouted across the chamber. The elf wizard ignored him,
predictably. The boy was just trying to warn him of the danger. He was a black robed wizard,
and the staff was an artifact of pure goodness. Heedless, Lundar Eclipse grasped for the shining,
floating staff
and was thrown backward more than twenty feet by an explosive bolt of lightning from
the staff. The magical bolt was a rich golden-orange in color, with sparkles of red and blue. The
rolling thunder that accompanied the lightning was deafening and terrible. In the magical flash
and thunderclap of that moment, Jasryn thought he saw the enormous, sinuous form of a dragon.
The boy blinked to clear the blue afterimage from his eyes. It was a trick of the light, had to be!
Lundar was an elven wizard, not a

Mark, Dallyn whispered. Did you just see what I just
You mean that Lundar just turned into a powerful dragon for a second? Markham
answered, pulling Shadowsong from his scabbard in one swift motion. Instantly, the dwarven
runes etched along the steel blade shone with eldritch light. Yeah, I did.
Twas a black, Garnet announced, pulling his enchanted battle-axe from the special
leather carrying sheath the dwarf wore on his broad back. Remember the young wyrm we
killed fifty years agone? No, of course you wouldnt, you werent even born yet. But it looked
like a black.
Twas no black wyrm, Jasryn told them with absolute certainty. It was a
shadowdragon. They can take the form of shade; travel through that other realm from one
shadow to another. Its breath weapon is pure darkness which drains knowledge
I think were in very deep trouble, Dallyn muttered. His blessed longsword was
glowing blue. It only did that in the presence of pure evil, as did Markhams greatsword.
Maybe we should make a hasty retreat.
I agree, Dorian began slowly. His bow was out and nocked now, too. Jasryn, we
need that staff. Can you possibly
Use a Mage Hand to snag it? Jasryn asked in an are-you-kidding-me tone of voice.
Even if it werent too far away, Dorian, thats an artifact from the Age of Dreams! I wouldnt
Try anyway, Dorian ordered. Lundar was sitting up, and screaming a blood-curdling
shriek. It wasnt directed at any of them, but at the staff. Lundar Eclipse was completely
ignoring his former companions. He got to his feet, tossed aside his midnight black cloak,
singed and burnt by magic lightning. NOOOOOO! I wont be cheated!

Jase, hurry, Markham whispered urgently. He hefted his greatsword, which already
glowed with the brilliance of a dozen torches, and now began to hum and vibrate in his gloved
hand. Glancing at it, Markham could see little sparks of magic arcing off the blade.
Nodding, Jasryn Storm reached out, prepared to cast a Mage Hand across this impossible
distance. In response, the violet-glowing crystal atop the staff shone ever more brilliantly, and it
began to float across the chamber toward his outstretched hand.
Impossible! Lundar screamed, unbelieving. I know that staff, its powers, its
secrets!
Arion came to rest in Jasryns hand. The boy wizard stood transfixed, as if listening to a
distant voice that only he could hear. As if in answer, the boy slowly nodded. Yes, I
understand.
The staff has rejected you, dragon! Markham answered Eclipse. The knight thought
they should surround their young mage to protect him, and then thought better of it. Jasryn
didnt look like he needed protection any longer. His white samite robe was luminous in the
purple-white light from the staffs crystal. To Markham, his childhood friend looked puissant,
like Palin Majere. The magical staff completed Jasryn somehow. They look in his friends blue
eyes gleamed with intelligence as always, but to that knowledge was now added ageless wisdom
and confidence. Jasryn had changed, and the knight didnt think the staff was entirely
responsible for this transformation.
Jasryn Shyla whispered with awe; her almond-brown eyes were wide with wonder.
Gnebbich poker her, fiddling with his sonic-rocksplitter-icecreammaker-sodablendermusiclullabysleeper-patent-pending, his bushy white eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
Whassat? Gnebbich muttered.

Look Shyla said in awe. The gnome looked. Light from the staff cast their shadows
on the stone wall of the mausoleum. Jasryns shadow wasnt remotely human. It was the
silhouette of a dragon, wings furled. The enchanted light from the staff was showing them the
truth. Hes a dragon, too!
Aye, a silver, Gnebbich told her, studying the shadow with a detached, scientific
interest. An a small one, at that. Young adult, Id say. See the shape and number of his horns
and ridges?
The others paid no attention to this exchange. All three knights had their swords out,
Garnet was swinging his axe, causing it to whistle in the air, and Timberwolf was whispering a
prayer to Kiri-Jolith to bless his arrowtips and his aim. Mercidith held her small owl pendant so
tightly, her fingers turned white; the princess lips moved in silent devotion, beseeching the
goddess for protection from evil.
Shadowy dark robes billowing about his thin skeletal form, Lundar Eclipse stood there,
breathing hard, his eyes glowing a dull red like fiery coals. The black wizards voice was that of
death himself.
Give me that staff, boy, Lundar ordered, his voice echoing across the chamber. It was
a few octaves deeper than any of the others remembered.
Jasryn defiantly shook his head. Marks right. Arion has rejected you. Its an artifact of
goodness
Which can be controlled by a suitably powerful Black Robe wizard who knows its
secrets, Lundar countered. His eyes blazed, with inhuman hatred and otherworldly light.

It also knows you already have one staff of the elements, Jasryn continued, as if he
hadnt been so rudely cut off. You cannot possess two. No one mage can. The gods decreed
this, Lundar Eclipse, to maintain the balance of power between darkness and light.
Um, Jase, whatre you talking about? Markham asked, ignoring Garnets incessant
griping to quit talking and attack the beastie already.
Incendiaysh, the Staff of Fire. He has it, Jasryn told him in whispers, by way of
explanation. Lundar seemed to hear this exchange, despite the distance. Darkness seemed to
gather around the evil wizard, and he smiled wickedly. Lundar never smiled. It sent chills up
Markham Swordhawks spine. Next to him, Dorian had the exact same reaction.
The elven wizard reached out, whispered one wordIncendiayshand a blackened
ironwood staff suddenly appeared in his hand amid a scarlet flash of light. His staff was
crowned with a dragon of wrought gold, which grasped a glowing fist-sized ruby crystal ball.
This staff was obviously brother to the one Jasryn now held.
I think now would be a good time to exercise the better part of valor, Dorian began,
backing toward the open archway, which formed the tombs entrance. Didnt matter that the
party was brought here by magic, that they had no idea where in these catacombs they were, or
where the stairs to the surface were. The Rangerlord only knew they had to get out of this
particular chamber, and quickly.
Good advice, Timberwolf whispered, sotto-voice. Gentlemen and ladies, well just be
leaving now
Abruptly a wall of flames, which roared with intense heat, blocked the stone archway.
The blaze wasnt the comforting red and gold of a normal fireplaces glow; this inferno blazed
purple, silver, and black. Crackling and roaring filled their ears. The knights all backed away,

hissing from the heat, which they felt clear through their metal armor and padding. Markham
sweated beneath his great steel dragonhelm.
Last chance, Lundar bellowed in a hoarse tone. Give me the staff!
Jasryn Storm stepped forward and a little to the right, making his stand between the
creature that called itself Lundar Eclipse, and his friends. His only answer was that the staffs
violet glow increased in brilliance until it burned like a miniature sun. The wind gathered from
nowhere, a cooling breeze to counter the heat of the magical flames.
Very well, child. I will simply take the staff from your blackened bones and ashes,
Lundar told him, and waved Incendiaysh before him. A huge incendiary fireball blazed into
existence, also composed of purple and black flames, and suddenly raced toward the companions
with a huge whoosh of air. Mercidith screamed in spite of herself. The spell exploded midway
toward the group as it collided with an invisible wall of solid, cold air.
I can wield Arion well enough, Jasryn told his elder with a smile. Hes whispering
Eldritch words here, directly into my mind.
Can you now? Lundar responded. Youre a child with a very dangerous toy, Jasryn
Storm. You dont even know who you really are, or how you got that way, do you?
Ill learn the truth eventually, Jasryn told him confidently.
Oh, really? Who has the answers, boy? Them? Eclipse sneered. Three knights, a
woman cleric, a dwarf, a gnome, a kender, and a barbarian medicine man.
Theyre my friends, the young white wizard told him proudly.
Jasryn, drop the act, the shadowdragon said in a low growl. The sound hinted at his
true voice. I know who you really are. Who your parents were. I knew them.

Dont listen to him, Jase, Markham yelled. Next to him, Timberwolf fired three
blessed arrows in quick succession. All three shafts hit a wall of superheated air ten feet from
their intended target and vaporized instantly on contact.
Youre lying, Jasryn told him. He pointed the glowing amethyst at the wall of flames
that blocked their escape. Frigid wind howled through the chamber in response, trying to snuff
out the magical wall of fire. The inferno died down, but didnt disappear entirely. Lundar was
fighting him.
By my dark master Nuitari, and his mother, the Queen of Darkness, I swear that I am the
shadowdragon that men call Eclipse, Lundar told them.
Both Jasryn and Markham looked up at that. No black robed magician who wished to
live made an oath like that unless he meant it. To swear falsely by Nuitari meant the worst
possible death for all the dark moons followers. Had he lied, Lundar wouldve found himself
shorn of all his powers, frozen and burned out of existence at the same time, and what was left of
him cast into the Abyss of Gehenna forever. Jasryn knew something more; that shadowdragons
owed their very existence to Nuitari, for the Black Moon in some past age changed Necridian
from a black wyrm into a shadowdragon, with magical access to that dark plane of existence.
Who am I, then? Jasryn asked. Beside him, Markham winced. The child-like
pleading in his friends voice was heartbreaking. The knight wanted to kill Lundar just for doing
this to Jasryn!
You are one of us, Lundar answered in a deep baritone. His accent was very strange,
sounding like rocks grinding together. You were just a wyrmling when you were taken, found
by Her Infernal Majestys dark clerics. Like the rest of us, you were given to Danvil Felcraft at
Storms Keep; long before those hideous creatures called draconians were created. In an early

experiment, Danvil Felcraft shapeshifted all of us into humans, elves, dwarvestrapped us like
this, and dared to call us his slaves. We were meant to be an elite corps of wizards, all subject to
Felcrafts whim. It didnt work. The metallic dragons, like you and your sister, rejected the evil
you were created for. The others, like me, told Felcraft wed rot in these pitiful forms for all
eternity before wed be enslaved by the likes of him.
Thats why you need the elemental staves, Timberwolf said with sudden
understanding. You need the enchantment of all four staves to counter the black magic that
traps you in that form.
Very good, for a barbarian medicine man, Lundar sneered. The wizards eyes blazed
red in the shadows of his black hood as he spoke. Only the combined power of all four magical
staves can break the curse. I want to return to my true form!
Jasryn felt Lundars control loosen. With one final burst of cold from his staff, the wall
of flames that blocked the doorway died out. The White Robe pointed to the exit. Go!
What about you? Dorian asked. The elfin Rangerlordall of them, in factwere
sweating profusely. The vast chamber felt alternatively as hot as a furnace, then as chill as the
wintry landscape far above them. Only the protective spells of Jasryns new staff kept them
from passing out from the heat.
Ill be just fine, the boy wizard told him. He pointed his staff at Lundar Eclipse and
mouthed a single word. In response, a sizzling ball of lightning sparked into existence and shot
across the vast chamber amid a deafening thunderclap. The ball lightning crackled right through
his rivals wall of superheated air and struck Lundar, then exploded on contact. Little arcs of
electricity sparked across the black wizards prone form.

Dorian and Markham were the last two out the door, satisfying themselves that Jasryn
wasnt merely sacrificing himself to save the rest of them. Jasryn waved the staff again, this
time chanting a long string of spidery-sounding words. Five whirlwinds appeared in the
chamber, air elementals. He could only summon them once a day for an hour, but they would do
the job. Commanding them to cover their escape, Jasryn turned and followed his friends out of
the chamber.
Jase, weve got to get out of here, Markham told him urgently, grabbing a handful of
the mages samite robe with one hand.
A moment longer, Jasryn told him firmly. Something was different in the mages
voice. It was deeper, more confident. When he turned, the knight could see his friends eyes
blaze with golden light from under the white hood. Markham Swordhawk repressed a shudder.
Jasryn lad! Lets go! Garnet cried, a little further down the corridor.
Arion, Jasryn spoke, was addressing the staff even as he raised it toward the open
portal. Give me your strength.
Wind howled through the underground stone corridor in response. The magic gemstone
pulsed with purple-white light, and the air crackled. Snow swirled, hail fell toward the yawning
doorway. In moments, the tomb was sealed with several tons of solid ice. Lundar Eclipse could
doubtless get past his air elementals and melt the wall of ice once he woke up, but by that time,
they should be long gone.
Glory be, Garnet Irondelve whispered. The crusty old warrior nearly dropped his
battle-axe. Dorian, did you see?
I did indeed, the Rangerlord replied. Suddenly, the young mage staggered. Dorian
reached out a gloved hand in his direction, but he was ten feet away. Mark! Catch him!

The knight needed no urging. Jasryn Storm suddenly appeared to be as weak as a kitten.
Markham dropped his sword, clattering to the stone floor, reached out and held the young mage
in his arms. Lady Tiara was at his side as well.
Easy, Jase, Markham said. He lifted the teenaged wizard easily, then turned to the lady
knight. I can carry him. Get my sword and his staff, please.
Fool of a mage, Tiara whispered. Spent his strength to protect all of us!
The female knight picked up Markhams greatsword easily enough, but paused at the
magic staff, which stood upright, just where Jasryn had left it. Her fingers hovered just inches
from touching the finely polished, ash wood shaft. The gem-eyes of the platinum dragon atop it
seemed to stare at her with intelligence.
Tiara! Hurry! Dorian cried.
Im only going to carry you, Tiara whispered to it, feeling silly for talking to a stick of
ashwood. Steeling herself against a bolt of lightning, the knight tentatively reached out and
touched the wood. It felt warm on contact, but didnt shock her. Arion seemed to understand.
Shuddering, the lady knight beat a hasty retreat.
Timberwolf rushed around a corner, saw Princess Mercidith standing in the center of the
corridor. The priestess held her silver charm, a wrought owl, symbol of the goddess, and
chanted. Her blue robes billowed all about her thin form. Uh, oh. This cant be good.
Merci? Timberwolf asked. His bow was out and nocked. The arrowhead gleamed in
the torchlight Shyla carried, just behind them. The others were coming. He only hoped they
werent headed straight into a trap.
Great evil this way comes, Mercidith whispered. Goddess, give me the strength.

Timberwolf, whats wrong? Dallyn asked, sword out and up. The thin blade glowed,
fairly pulsing with blue light.
Something bad, coming this way, the shaman answered.
Great, Dallyn commented, looking over his shoulder. Garnet was just coming around
the bend. Eclipse is right behind us in the tomb. Theres no way back.
These blasted magic corridors, Garnet grumbled. They keep twisting, changing!
And were down two wizards, Timberwolf observed. We go forward.
Suddenly, from behind them, a small winged creature appeared, fluttering in the air
beside them. Timberwolf jumped, then smiled. Jasryns little dragon.
Fafnir peeped, then hissed at whatever was coming toward them from further down the
stone corridor. Then came the sound of skittering, as if dozens of small feet were running
toward them. Dallyn raised his sword a little higher.
Timberwolf, what Dorian asked, seeing his companions stopped. The Rangerlord
took a moment to assess the situation, and then drew his enchanted rapier. This just keeps
getting better and better. Close ranks.
Theyre not getting past me, Timberwolf said, taking careful aim with his longbow.
In a moment, the enemy turned the corner. Five animated skeletons, all armed with
rusted weapons, and wearing the remains of ancient armor. Red light glowed from empty eye
sockets, staring straight at the living. As if in answer to the challenge, bluish-silver light began
to shine from Mercidiths pendant.
Goddess, protect us, the princess whispered, concentrating on her holy symbol.

Timberwolf fired. His shaft blazed a path across the thirty-foot distance between them,
and stuck the lead skeleton. The bones began to vibrate, and the whole ribcage shook apart a
moment later. The shaman reloaded his bow and fired again.
The echo of a human scream came from one of the skeletons, and the remaining three
backed off, retreating the way they came. Slowly, the companions lowered their weapons.
Ways clear, Dorian.
Good, the half-elven ranger said. He turned around, and saw the rest of the party was
all there, in more or less good shape. The mage was stirring, and Markham set him down.
Dorian trod back there to ask him some questions.
Damn fool of a mage, Markham griped. You know youll pass out if you tax your
powers too far.
Glad to see you care, Mark, Jasryn replied in a weak voice, and forced a grin. His eyes
fluttered open, and the companions could see theyd returned to a normal shade of blue. The
boys eyes had always changed color, from sapphire to robins egg blue to gold, depending on
the light or his mood. Now they all knew why.
Ease up on the lad, Sir Markham, Tiara told him. Hes just saved us all.
For the moment, you mean, Dorian countered. He glanced back down the way theyd
come, and then knelt down at the teenager, lying on the cold flagstones. Jasryn, that was the
bravest, stupidest thing Id ever seen. Didnt you know the staff would drain you?
Nahem! No, Jasryn admitted sheepishly, clearing his throat. He accepted a leather
bola from the mountain dwarf, swallowed a little water, and continued. Thank you, Garn.
Obviously not, Dorian. Im still learning how to use the staff. I tried channeling some of my

own will, my own magical energies, through it. It worked, but weakened me quickly. I feel as if
Id just cast three or four of my most powerful incantations in a row.
Well, dont try that again, Markham insisted. The concern was plain on his face.
Everyone knew the knight treated Jasryn like a younger brother. He found himself glancing up
and down the dimly lit corridors himself. We still have to get out of here. Can you walk?
Think so, Jasryn told him with a nod. The knight helped him to his feet, and Tiara
handed Jasryn his staff. The young magician leaned on it. It felt strangely comforting in his
hand, like hed known it all his life. The gemstones set into the wrought metal dragon seemed to
twinkle in the torchlight, or was that just his imagination?
Good, Dorian told him. Can you help us find the way out?
I think so, Jasryn said, squinting at the corridor they found themselves in. He tapped
the staff against the floor once, then again, and the amethyst glowed once more. He pointed
ahead of them, then to the right. This way.
Timberwolf was about to ask the young mage if he was sure he knew where he was
going. After all, Jasryn had only studied maps and incantations written on ancient parchment
hundreds of years old, while Eclipse had claimed to actually having been here before. Now that
they all knew the elfs true nature, Timberwolf didnt doubt it. Lundar Quarian Eclipse was
probably here when the wizards laid the foundations to this place! Jasryn, on the other hand, was
young, even for a dragon
No, Timberwolf realized, seeing how sure the young white wizard was. His step was
certain, he didnt doubt for one moment the direction he took. Fatigue may have slowed the boy
down, but his mind was as sharp as ever. Misdoubt me, but mages probably cant get lost down
here, at the roots of one of their own towers.

Jasryn, were headed back south, Garnet told him. The exit was further to the north.
How do you know? Gnebbich asked. He was fiddling with one of his contraptions, a
hand-held whatsis, with blinking lights and dials. In the center of the small device was a
compass that seemed to be spinning. Confound it all, I cant get a reading down here!
We dwarves know our way underground, Master Gnome, Garnet said proudly, in a
thick, Gaelic accent. Ye can take us miles under the surface, spin us around a hundred times,
and we can still find our way. Trust me, the exits that way, to our left.
Youre forgetting that the corridors and chambers change positions, with the rotation of
Krynn and phase of the three moons, Jasryn told him confidently.
What? Why ever did ye do that for? Garnet grumbled. He reached up and pulled his
beard in frustration. Hed known the wizards had done something nonsensical to cause the
rooms to change position at random, but until now, hed not known precisely what.
So intruders would get hopelessly lost, but members of the Conclave, who are attuned to
the lunar cycles, would be able to find our way around, Jasryn said simply. Tis a security
measure.
Naturally, Dorian muttered under his breath. Although the elven nations had magicians
all white wizards, to be surehe still understood them or their art very little. How their magic
spells and incantations were tied to the phases of Krynns three moons, he barely understood. He
knew a little magic, magic of the woodlands, but High Sorcery was far beyond him. This
youngster, Jasryn Storm, was far in advance in the arcane of anything he could hope to
accomplish. The Rangerlord only knew to protect him at all costs. Everything depended on this
boy now.

The companions moved quickly down the corridors Jasryn indicated were the correct way
out, with Garnet scratching his head every ten feet, swearing they were headed in the wrong
direction. Markham and Dorian kept an eye on their young mage. He was pale in the torchlight
and sweating, obviously tired and worn out from his experience with the Black Wizard, but
resolutely leading them. Finally, the party came to a crossroads, a choice of two identical
corridors that each led off at a forty-five degree angle. The boy mage stood there, leaning on his
new staff, clutching it so tightly his knuckles turned white. The amethyst crystal glowed with a
steady light, however.
It was then that Markham noticed the runes on his enchanted blade began to glow again
as well, a brilliant orange, the color reminiscent of the forge the sword was wrought in. The
knight turned to his companions, a warning on his lips, when he noticed that Dallyns blessed
longsword had begun to glow with a pale blue light as well. The young mage stood stock-still,
even as a howling wind blew through the tunnels, fluttering his white robes and causing the torch
flame in Shylas hand to dance.
Somethings coming, Jasryn warned. Stand ready.
Whats coming? Dorian insisted, standing next to the boy, now. His enchanted rapier
was already out, and at his nod, Timberwolf readied his longbow with another blessed arrow.
Without being told any more, the rest of the group made similar preparations. Can you tell?
I sense it, Dorian, Mercidith told him, in a hollow-sounding voice, a haunted look on
her face. The Rangerlord had seen that look before, in the castle of the vampire lord, Nefariant.
It did not bode well. Immense evil. Cold, dark, and sinister.
The smell of rotting flesh made the whole party wrinkle their noses and gag. The sound
of moaning, a soul trapped in eternal torment, filled the air and echoed off the stone walls. Old

leather boots scraped along the flagstones, and a tall human figure enshrouded entirely in rotten,
faded black velvet turned the corner. The creature resembled a wizard, from the same evil Order
of magic that Lundar Eclipse belonged. He extended a handmore of a claw, reallyand
pointed it directly at the young White Robe Wizard standing in the lead.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
eturn my staff, boy, and I promise you all a swift death! the voice intoned, echoing
throughout the corridor. It was not precisely a human voice, with the words hissed out, and the
tone hollow and dead. It sounded more like an undead creatures memory of what a human
voice should sound like, the rotted tongue trying to mouth words long forgotten; the dried,
leathery lungs blowing stagnant air through a mummified throat. There was no mistaking the
lichs intent, however.
A lichs first innate power of attack was the utter fear the mere sight of it produced,
waves of horror rolling off its victims, much the same as the sight a dragon brings. The young

mage was prepared for it, however, having already met this particular lich. Dorian, Timberwolf,
and Garnet were also somewhat prepared to face this monstrosity. The rest of the party was
shaking however, even the brave Solamnic Knights, much to their consternation. The three of
them raised their swords with trembling hands, meaning to meet this threat head-on, as per the
code of honor they all were sworn to follow.
Where have I heard that before? Jasryn thought smugly to himself.
What staff? Jasryn asked. Hed intended it to sound nonchalant, but it came out as a
hoarse whisper. The teenager swallowed and tried to clear his throat. Oh, you mean this staff?
Shadows seemed to gather about the lich. His eyes glowed red with lurid, undead light.
He raised his hand to cast a spell, and Jasryn raised his staff in response.
A deep, thrumming hum off to his left distracted him, ever so slightly. Out of the corner
of his eye, the youngster saw a small, stocky man in full armor brandish a large bladed weapon.
It was the weapon that seemed to pulse with hidden light. The purple glow from the crystal atop
Jasryns staff dimmed to a ghost of a glimmer.
What?
Whatis that? Joman hissed, his voice trailing across the distance between them. He
paused right in the middle of spellcasting, his clawed hand held in mid-air. A foul-smelling wind
blew through the tunnel, and fluttered his tattered black robes. Those horrible, red eyes glowed
with anger.
My battle-axe, Garnet Irondelve intoned darkly. Jase an Eclipse called it a magic
sink.
Garnet, no! Dorian warned. Dont face him alone!

Standing next to the Rangerlord, Timberwolf took careful aim and fired, quickly
reloading his bow with the speed born of endless practice. The first blessed silver arrow cut a
path through the murky darkness of the corridor, shooting between the mage and the advancing
mountain dwarf. It darted forward like a shooting star, swallowed in the darkness of the lichs
cloak. Something screamed, not sounding human in the slightest.
Illkillyouallkillkill
I think you got it mad, Markham said. His own enchanted blade blazed a brilliant
reddish-orange. The brave young knight strode forward to back up his friend; the other two
knights were a step behind him. The magical light reflected off his silver armor.
Do tell, Dallyn said, and raised his own, blue-hued longsword. Jasryns not alone
down here, you fiend from the Abyss!
Thisdoes not concern you, mortal, the lich hissed. The undead wizard made a
sweeping motion forward with his arm, and a unit of goblins approached from around the corner.
Slobbering, short, hairy creatures with matted black fur and huge yellow eyes grunted and
growled at the companions across the twelve-foot distance that separated them. The soldiers
wore ill-fitting bits of armor and bore cudgels and short-swords, probably taken from other
victims who were hapless enough to wonder down here in search of lost treasure.
Goblins, Tiara said, spitting the word out with an expression of disgust on her lovely
face. Not the cleverest of creatures. Neraka uses these things as foot soldiers.
We still have to fight them, Tiara, Timberwolf said dryly. The shaman nocked another
silver arrow and loosed it. The shaft embedded itself in the chest of a goblin, and it quickly fell.
The gap was filled instantly by one of his companions. Five more of the lichs minions turned
the corner, then three more. Those in the rear of the party started to back off.

Tenno, thirteen, Dallyn muttered. His blessed longsword began to hum and vibrate
in his gloved hand, and he raised it slightly higher with a prayer to Kiri-Jolith, the god of the
Solamnic Knighthood. The warrior god had voluntarily become their heavenly patron after the
disappearance of the Platinum Dragon, Paladine.
Stop counting and kill them, kid, Garnet Irondelve commanded from the lead. Two
goblins that stood in his way fell swiftly to his humming battle-axe. The dwarf kept his eyes
locked on the lich to the rear, advancing as quickly as he could.
Right, Dallyn agreed. His blue-glowing blade flashed in the darkness, cutting a bloody
swath in the corridor. Next to him, Markham Swordhawk stood shoulder-to-shoulder, swinging
his greatsword. The goblins fell like timber before a woodsmans axe, but more and more
moved in to replace their fallen comrades. Blasted undead mage is summoning them!
I think youre right, Dorian cried. Jasryn! Can you seal that gate?
I can try, the teenaged wizard replied, his blue eyes flashing across the distance
between them. Stepping well away from the dwarf and his axe, he raised his staff, and cast a
spell through it, using the artifact as a focus for his powers. Tsaran kalith avaun karaemarath.
The amethyst crystal shone with purple-white light, the wind rose in the corridor, and
then a thunderclap accompanied the flash of light. Immediately, the light from the crystal
dimmed, and Jasryn stumbled. He managed to stand by leaning against the wall, eyes closed,
sucking in gulps of air.
Jasryn! Mercidith cried, and ran to his side. The princess held the boy up, but his face
was ashen. Jasryn, take deep breaths. Youre spending your strength too freely.

Cantbe helped, the young mage answered. He continued to breathe deeply, and
shook his head to clear it. Thisis my Test, Mercidith. I thought it was over. Tisnt.
Test? Mercidith asked, and quickly tried to grab the boy as he sank to the floor.
Goddess, hear me. Heal this brave soul, give him strength.
The princesses platinum owl began to glow with a soft, blue light, and Jasryns breathing
eased. The boy opened his eyes and smiled at her. Thanks.
Dont try that again, hear? Mercidith said, trying to sound firm.
Merci Jasryn began, trying to explain the situation to her. How could he possibly
make her understand, a human not initiated into the most basic secrets of the Conclave of
Wizards? This was his Test, a grueling ordeal intended to examine a mages character, to see
which Order of magic he belonged in, and most importantly, to see if he was willing to sacrifice
everythingeven his own lifefor the magic. The teenaged wizard knew he was expected to
cast every spell he knew at least once, and hed barely scratched the surface. Then again, he was
successfully using an enchanted artifact from the Second Age of the world, so maybe the basic
rules were thrown out.
Not another word, Mercidith intoned. She glanced at Fafnir, who was standing on the
flagstones nearby, watching his master with liquid ruby eyes, filled with concern. Watch him
for me, Fafnir. Make sure he doesnt do anything stupid.
So saying, the princess rose majestically to her feet, leaving the teenaged wizard to rest
where he was. As a priestess of the goddess, she couldnt do much more than heal her injured
comrades. However, she was blessed with other gifts, as well. Mercidith held one hand to the
glittering owl pendant at her throat, while holding her other hand toward the undead lich, palm
outward. She looked stern, met the undead wizards eyes, and spoke.

In the name of the goddess, I abjure thee! Begone, foul creature!
Twin pinpricks of hellish red light laughed at her. That wouldnt have worked on me in
my youth, your Highness. What makes you think it will have any effect now? Young mage!
Your Test is far from over.
Jasryn met the lichs gaze, his heart growing cold in his chest. Fafnir felt his masters
dread, and swiftly jumped into the boys lap. Had the small dragon been a second slower, hed
have been left behind. A moment later, both were washed in colored light, and then they were
elsewhere.
*
Jasryn Storm found himself sitting on the cold, wet flagstones in another chamber of the
catacombs, loyal Fafnir lying in his lap, the staff Arion by his side, his right hand resting on the
comforting, warm ashwood. He took one breath, then another. He was apparently uninjured,
and somewhat revived by Mercidiths healing magic. Instead of completely exhausted, he now
felt merely tired and drained. This was the curse of all magicians, to prevent them from attaining
too much power too quickly. They had to memorize their incantations anew each day, and
spellcasting drained their strength.
The same, apparently, was true of silver dragons in human form.
By the silver moon, Fafnir, what have we gotten ourselves into? Jasryn asked his little
dragon. He put the small creature at its customary place about his shoulders, grasped his staff,
and rose to his feet. It was a mistake to ask the others to take this risk with me. We all
suspected Eclipse to betray us. Now, I dont know if I have the strength to protect them for the
return trip through the Dreamwood, tired as I am, and all alone.

Thats the least of your problems, Baron, a familiar voice addressed him. It was more
of a rasping hiss grating on rocks, as from a snake, or a dragon.
Sunder? Jasryn asked. He spun around, turning a full 360 degrees in search of his
erstwhile bodyguard. Smokeless torches burned brilliantly in their iron sconces, magic flames of
blue and gold, green and orange. Somewhere, a rat squeaked in the dimness.
Right here, my lord, Sunder replied, from a darkened corner of the chamber. He stood
in the shadows, midnight blue dragon scales almost darker than the blackness of this tomb. His
voice contained menace, thinly veiled. Lying on the stones at his feet was the kender, Shyla
Pouchfinder. Her breathing was regular, which meant she was merely unconscious, not dead.
Jasryns eyes flashed from his friend to the spawn assassin.
Curled about the boys shoulders, Fafnir glared at the menacing assassin across the
distance between them, his eyes glowing red in the dimness. Sensing his familiars unease,
Jasryn had to lay a hand on the little creature to calm him, lest he spring forward and attack.
The young mage had no idea what Shyla was doing here. The plucky little kender was
just fighting by his side in the other corridorA moment ago? An hour? This whole thing
could just be an illusion, conjured for my benefit by Raistlin, but I dont dare take the chance. I
dont know why Sunder would suddenly turn on us, or how he managed to capture Shyla
Youve retrieved the staff, Sunder observed, barely glancing at the powerful artifact.
The creature spoke matter-of-factly, as if the two of them were taking tea in Jasryns private
study back in Castle Ravenwood. Just as Felcraft hoped you would. Good. Then you have no
need for the Dragonlance.
Jasryn froze. He had been reviewing his prepared spells in his mind, trying to think of
something that would be effective against a frontal assault by Sunder. This horribly transfigured

creature had once been Iain Lockhart, fathers most deadly assassin. Dragon magic and darker
spells had altered his human form in a bizarre bonding ritual, so that the man now possessed a
body that shared the powers and abilities of a blue dragon, including the beasts shocking breath,
and immunity to electricity. From what Jasryn knew of his new staff, its main form of attack
was three variations of the lightning bolt spell. Sunder would merely shrug those off, and Jasryn
had already unleashed an ice storm in combat with Eclipse. A gust of wind would only drive the
spawn back a few dozen feet, and he had no idea if magical rainbows would have any effect at
all on such a creature. Powerful as it was, the Staff of Air was next to useless in this fight.
Which meant Jasryn had to depend on his own arcane knowledge to deal with this evil
monster. Electric spells were out, for the same reason he couldnt use the staff. Well, he had
other incantations in his repertoire. Casually, Jasryn slipped his left hand to the leather spell
component pouch hanging from his belt, the motion hidden by his forest-green elven cloak.
While talking to distract Sunder, he felt about for the small dagger-sized talon hed collected
from the dracolich, far beneath Castle Amarath, home of the vampire known as Nefariant. The
dracolich guardian had been an enormous fire-breathing red dragon in life, and one of its bones
was an invaluable spell component for fire-based incantations.
Whatever do you need the lance for, Sunder? Jasryn asked. Hed found the small bone
by touch; now gripping it, all he had to do was cast the spell.
I think you know what I want it for, my lord, Sunder answered in a tone of voice that
was calm and cold as death. Jasryn felt chilled, and suspected it had nothing to do with the cold
air wafting through the catacombs. This man had murdered easily over a hundred people in cold
blood, and that was before the blue dragon Overlord had turned him intothis. I want revenge

on Khellendros. Surely, a pure-of-heart White Robed mage would want to rid the world of that
scaly tyrant.
The Blue Overlord is dead, Jasryn said evenly. The spell was ready to cast. The only
question in his mind was would he have enough time to pronounce the magic words and make
the appropriate gestures to summon the flaming attack before Sunder sank his razor-sharp talons
into his throat? Jasryn wore powerful magical charms. From his deceptively silken robes which
functioned as well as steel-plated armor, to the glittering ring of protection and silver bracers on
his hand and wrists. Would even they be enough?
Hes merely missing, the assassin replied with absolute certainty, shaking his head. He
reached into his baldric, and removed something long and thin. Too thin to be one of his
daggers, but Jasryn couldnt be certain at this distance, in the torchlight. Time was running out.
If he was to act
But he cannot long hide from me. I will find him, Herr Baron. All I need you to do is
reverse the spell Felcraft laid upon this weapon.
Jasryn froze in the moment before he would have raised his hand in the appropriate
gesture, the words of summoning frozen upon his lips.
Sunder held in his blue-scaled hand a miniature silver lance, which gleamed beautifully
in the torchlight. His yellow eyes flashed in the dark, and he worefor a reptilian man-beast
an expression of expectation and honesty.
He mustve taken the Dragonlance from Shyla. Now what do I do?
I dont know the proper incantation Jasryn began.

Liar, Sunder snapped, cutting him off. The assassin took a bold step toward the
wizard, then another. His rage boiled to the surface, his voice ground out like gravel. You can
dispel the magic that shrunk this lance! I saw you cast it before!
Slowly, carefully, Jasryn nodded in assent. His adoptive father, the last Baron Von
Bladmere, had betrayed Iain Lockhart; deliberately sent him on a suicide mission to assassinate
the Dark Knight commander who was in charge of Palanthas, then under the control of the Blue
Overlord, knowing the dragon would transform him into this monster. In retaliation, Lockhart
returned to Ravenwood and murdered his former liege lord. Even now, Sunders rage was only
barely held in check. The only reason Sunder had not killed the barons adopted son was his
intact sense of honor, and the fact that Jasryn wore the white robes of Solinari, the silver moon.
I do know how to dispel magic, Sunder. But I only memorized the spell once, and I cast
it twenty minutes ago to close a magical portal Joman was using to summon undead creatures to
do his bidding
Then memorize it again, Sunder hissed. Or cast the spell directly from your magic
tome. Ive seen you do that, too!
Jasryn nodded again, slowly, carefully, not taking his eyes off the assassin. That
statement was the truth. Instead of memorizing his spells, a mage could read the incantation
directly from his personal spellbook. There was less of a chance of miscasting the arcane magic
that way, but the process took much longer than if hed already had the words to unleash the
magic burning in his mind. There was also a chance he could be distracted and lose the energy
built up, tiring himself out. Or even worse, there was even a slight chance that the incantation
could be erased from his permanent spellbook, like the words disappeared from a scroll when

read. It was not something a trained war wizard wanted to do, particularly with an enemy
standing within easy striking distance, ready to attack at a moments notice.
I could, but
But what? Sunder asked, his voice insistent.
But, a dispel incantation might actually damage the Dragonlance. Thats an enchanted
artifact youre holding, not just a shrunken down stick that knights normally joust with!
His last statement gave the assassin pause. Sunder stopped his forward movement, and
closed his deadly, taloned fingers around the tiny weapon. He thought for a moment,
considering.
Youre the apprentice of Palin Majere, Sunder countered. Head of your Order of
magic. He has access to countless spellbooks, tomes of magic that doubtless could restore the
lance safely
Thats precisely what Id planned to do, once wed returned to Solace
NO! Sunder suddenly shouted. He gripped the lance so tightly, Jasryn was afraid he
might snap it in half. Youre trying to deceive me
Fafnir picked that moment to leap forward, a dark red blur of action. With one hand
resting on the staff, and the other clutching the small talon from a fire breathing red dragon,
Jasryn couldnt stop him. With lightning swiftness, the small dragons leathery wings propelled
it toward the hulking monster. The brave little pseudodragon darted about, moving far too
swiftly for even this deadly spawn to draw a bead on him. Jasryns heart caught for fear of his
familiar being harmed, but he quickly realized that Fafnirs action was giving him his chance.

Ast kiranann kair ith moipiar tobaniskar! Jasryn cried, gesturing with his staff. The
air before him began to glow reddish-orange, his spell aborning as a massive flaming globe
blazed into existence, summoned from the elemental plane of fire.
Two surprising things happened in that moment. Fafnir opened his mouth and breathed a
frigid blast of ice directly into Sunders face, covering the assassins eyes with a crust of solid
white ice. Roaring in pain and anger, Sunder flailed about blindly, vainly trying to snatch the
brave little dragon in mid-air.
Then the air crackled and howled with the sudden appearance of an eight-foot tall sphere
of magical flames, orange-yellow with sparks of red, which began to roll forward at Jasryns
mental command. Even as he directed his attack, Jasryns mind reeled.
Pseudodragons a misnomer. Pseudodragons dont breathe fireor ice, for that matter.
So howOf course! Familiars share their innate traits and powers. Fafnir just happens to be
bonded to a silver dragon trapped in human form. Hes using my own breath-weapon against
Sunder!
The giant flaming globe rolled across the flagstones and made contact with Sunder. The
blue spawn might well be immune to lightning attacks, but fire was another matter entirely.
Sunder screamed obscenities and writhed in agony as Jasryn pursued him with his rolling fire
spell. This was only the third time hed cast this particular incantation, and the first time since
hed obtained the talon of the red dragon. The tactic seemed to work quite well, chasing the
assassin from the chamber.
Satisfied, Jasryn directed the ball of flames down the corridor after the assassin. It would
continue until it was out of range, and then fizzle out. By that time, Jasryn hoped to be long
gone. Fafnir was sitting on the broken flagstones, peeping at the unconscious kender. The

young mage knelt beside his friend, felt for a pulse, and sighed with relief. For all the magic
powers the moons granted to their servants, healing was not one of them. Still, having spent his
early years raised by Serannon on a farm with animals, Jasryn had learned something of basic
first aid. He removed his forest green elven cloak, wrapped the small kender up in it, and then
lifted the small bundled form in his arms.
Come on, Fafnir. Lets see if we can find the others.
CHAPTER TWENTY
mislike the feel of this, Dorian Barrett muttered, looking carefully all
around them while brandishing his enchanted rapier.

The corridor was littered with the bodies of dead goblins, rusted weapons, and their own
spent arrows. He didnt dare to ask, but he saw that Timberwolfs quiver was getting lighter; it
was only half-full now. The others looked tired, but determined. Only the crusty old dwarf,
veteran of gods-only-knew how many battles, was eager for more.
Now you sense somethings wrong, half-elf? Garnet growled, his beard flying as he
talked. The diminutive fighter stalked toward him, his powerful ancient battle-axe dripping with
black goblin blood. Half our partys either dead or missing, and you finally
Garnet, enough, Timberwolf snapped. Bickering among ourselves wont solve
anything.
True enough, Markham countered. We have to find Jasryn and Shyla and leave this
cursed place.
I know. Were down two wizards in the catacombs of a wizards tower. Any ideas as to
which direction we should take?
Markham stared at the Rangerlord in disbelief. He slightly lowered his glowing
greatsword, and cleared his throat. My lord, I would appreciate it if youd cease jesting at a
time like this.
Whos jesting? the half-elf asked earnestly. Were we deep in a wooded forest, Id
know exactly which way to go
This way, Garnet grumbled. The dwarf started trudging off down the corridor. Tis
as good a direction as any, and were bound to run into him sooner or later.
Were also likely to run into that treasonous black robed elf, or that hulking assassin
bodyguard of Jasryns Dallyn complained, then stopped, staring at his dagger. The magical
light it gave off was beginning to fade. Uh, oh. The hour must be just about up.

Hold, ah have a torch, Steven said, and dug the item out of his backpack. The squire
fumbled about for a minute, then sparks flew from flint and tinder. In another moment, cheery
orange flames rose from the thick stick of wood, and the teenager held it aloft.
Markham nodded at the boy. Hed almost completely forgotten Tiara had brought her
squire along; hed been so silent. He couldnt remember being half that quiet as a kid. Always
asking questions, a trait hed picked up from his roommate, the aspiring mage. So thirsty for
knowledge, eager for adventure. The two boys had spent countless nights lying awake, making
their plans for the future.
Well, Jasryn, you finally got your wish. Were all lost down here in a wizards tomb,
with gods only know how many enemies waiting for us whenifwe finally find the way out!
Up ahead, Markham could just make out the short shadowy silhouette of their resident
dwarf. He was standing stock-still, battle-axe in hand, as if he were a statue. The young knight
stopped walking, a chill rushing up his spine.
Garn? Markham dared to ask, just above a whisper.
Somethin comin, Garnet grumbled, and raised his axe. From up ahead. Dunno what
it could be, yet.
How many arrows you got left? Dorian whispered to Timberwolf. He readied his own
yew bow, nocking an arrow.
Not many, Timberwolf admitted. I didnt expect to run into an army of the undead,
you know.
Neither did I, Dorian admitted. Still, all we can do is make the best of it.

Gentlemen, you disgust me, Lady Tiara hissed, and rushed past them, sword in hand.
Swordhawk, Forestrunner, follow me. Between the four of us, we should be able to lead these
tworangersout of here.
Hey! Dorian cried, but saw it was useless. He knew the stuck-up, highborn lady
Solamnic Knight resented his leadership on this mission, but this was the first time she had
challenged his authority. Dorian knew from experience that a party could only have one leader,
just as a ship could only have one captain; two people vying for the position only caused disaster.
Her attitude only going to get them all killed.
Hey, yourself, Tiara muttered, and ignored him the rest of the way forward. Your
Royal Highness and Master Timberwolf, please prepare to frighten away the undead. Should
that fail, well just have to fight them the traditional way.
Youre a Knight of the Sword, Timberwolf began. You have the power to turn
undead as well. Unless, of course, your faith isnt as strong as you
My faith is as strong as yours, plainsman, Tiara snapped, her blond hair flying as she
spun her head in his direction. But Im no cleric. Youre simply better at it than I am.
Dorian chewed his lower lip in frustration. Those were the precise orders he was about to
issue, but it galled him that this lady knight simply stepped up and took over his command
without so much as a may I? With yet another skirmish waiting for them just around the next
corner, and approaching rapidly, from the sound of skittering feet and shuffling boots, the
Rangerlord knew this was no time to challenge her. Still, he stepped up, longbow prepared, and
stood next to the knight.

Well discuss this later, my ladyshould we live that long, Dorian whispered to her,
and then raised his voice. Master Dwarf, please prepare your crossbow. Save your battle-axe
for when they come within range.
Tiara cast the half-elf a sideways glance, but said no more. The orders were sound.
Gods of lost Istar, Markham breathed. He tightened his grip on the hilt of his doublehanded greatsword, felt the sweat dotting his forehead.
Twenty feet ahead of them, in the bizarre light of magical smokeless torches, a line of
skeletons marched forward, their bones bleached white, clutching rusted swords and shields.
Behind them was a line of goblins, and behind them was a line of orcs. Worst of all, serving as
Jomans lieutenant was an undead knight; a cursed, reanimated corpse of a Solamnic lord who
had lost his honor. Commanding them all was the lich, Joman Noothschoan, torn and rotting
black robes flowing about his still-decomposing body.
Yeesh! The smell alone is enough to knock me over, Garnet grumbled.
Garn, a little less complaining and a little more fighting, Markham quipped.
Ready bows, Dorian ordered. And fire!
Dorians arrow and Steven and Garnets crossbow quarrels hit their marks. Three
skeletons were hit and they immediately exploded into hundreds of individual bones; but there
were a dozen more skeletons, not to mention the goblins, orcs, and the undead.
Princess Mercidith and Timberwolf held aloft their holy amulets, a platinum owl and a
mystic silver arrowhead, and chanted prayers. The remaining skeletons shattered, littering the
ancient flagstones with their bones. The hobnailed boots of the orcs crunched over these, swords
and battle-axes gleaming in the firelight, yellow eyes glowing, fangs drooling.
Swords! Dorian cried, dropped his yew bow, and unsheathed his enchanted rapier.

Princess Mercidith suddenly heard the sound of stone sliding against stone, and turned.
A hidden door was opening into a secret passageway. She was about to shout the alarm that they
were about to be attacked from the rear, when she recognized the young man in the flowing silk
robes of a white wizard.
Jasryn! Mercidith cried, and saw the small figure he carried. What happened to
Shyla?
Tell you later. Here, take her, Jasryn said quickly, and handed the small kender over.
The young wizard then held his new staff aloft, turned to the attacking fray, and rushed forward
several steps.
Shirak!
The amethyst responded to his cry, bursting into brilliant purple-white starlight. The
magical light illuminated the whole area, and something amazing happened.
Most of their enemies disappeared, winked out of existence as quickly as shadows in the
bright light from the staff. Only a few orcs, the skeletons, and the undead lich were left.
Jasryn, whatever that spell you just cast was fantas Markham began.
Light, the teenaged wizard swiftly explained. Minor Light of Truth, to be precise.
The amethyst ball set in my staff is a Gem of True Seeing, with a standard light spell, so the light
it gives off banishes all illusion.
You mean weve been fighting illusions the whole time? Garnet yelled, his dwarvish
accent very thick.
The boy nodded, suddenly afraid, even though he wasnt the object of Garnets ire.
Umyes. I shouldve realized it when that first bolt of lightning hurled Eclipse back, and he
turned into a black shadowdragon for a moment. I tested my theory a few corridors back, looked

through the amethyst at what appeared to be Nefariant challenging me. The vampire wasnt
visible, wasnt realbut a secret door right next to me was.
Dorian slapped the young mage on the back. Glad to see you, kid. Now, do you mind
showing us the quickest way out?
Do you mortals believe it will be that easy to escape me? Joman the Darks voice
carried toward them across the corridor. He began to moan and wail, his sonorous voice echoing
an ancient spell, which Jasryn recognized as vile indeed. The young wizard prepared to knock
his nemesis backward with a hurricane wind when a small figure darted past him.
The colorful diminutive figure rushed forward, holding a small device in his hands. A
high-pitched wail ensued. The sound quickly rose to a painful level, as Gnebbich aimed his
contraption at the lich.
Gnebbich Dorian began. He never had the chance to complete his warning.
SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
In one ear-splitting second, a pulse of high-frequency sound filled the chamber they were
in. The entire party grabbed their ears and bent over from the pain. The lich, at whom the sonic
assault was directed, was thrown backward as if a tidal wave hit him full force. The stone walls
behind and around him began to crack, then to break apart. The shriek from the gnomes device
seemed to go on for an eternity. Finally, Gnebbich shut it off.
Most of the party was on their knees, shaking their heads. Dazed, Jasryn looked around
him. He saw Dorians mouth moving, barking out orders, but he couldnt hear a word. Jasryns
hands came away from the sides of his head, wet with red liquidblood.

My ears are bleeding. Perfect. A wizard whos deaf. I cant hear myself pronounce the
words to my spells anymore. Ill probably miscast everything! What am I thinking? Well never
find our way out of this tomb now!
The teenager shook his head once more. Fafnir was moaning something, he just couldnt
hear what. The small dragon was deafened, too. Jasryn reached out and pulled the
pseudodragon into his lap. Sorry, Faf. I didnt see it coming.
Fafnir glared at Jasryn with his liquid ruby eyes. Images filled his mind of Gnebbich
tinkering with some outlandish device; the device exploded and killed the entire party. Jasryn
smiled.
Youre right, Fafnir. It was foolish to include a gnome in our party. Our enemies dont
have to kill us. They can just wait for Gnebbich to do us in. Not like we had much of a choice,
though. The map that led us here belonged to him
In a moment, Jasryn felt a womans soft hands touch the sides of his head, and suddenly,
the familiar griping of a certain dwarf filled his ears again. The sound of that voice was most
welcome.
dont you ever use one of those contraptions around me again, you doorknob from the
Abyss!
Garnet was advancing on the hapless gnome inventor, battle-axe in hand. He had a
wicked glint in his eye, and for one awful moment, Jasryn thought the dwarf was going to split
Gnebbichs skull in two.
Garn! No!
If the dwarf even heard him, it didnt matter. Garnet Irondelve, frustrated beyond all
measure, was just beginning his forward swing. There was absolutely nothing Jasryn could do

about it, either. No spell he knew would have any effect whatsoever on that axe-head, a magic
sink that absorbed all spells cast at it, and dispelled all permanent dweomers on enchanted
artifacts. The axe could probably cut Jasryns new staff in twain, and the magical ashwood was
as hard and solid as an iron rod.
The axe blade came down upon Gnebbichs small invention, slashing the six-inch steel
box in half. The dwarf swung again and again, six times in all. When Garnet was finished,
breathing hard, the box had peeped its last peep. Steam from a hose, attached to the miniature
furnace strapped on Gnebbichs back, hissed and writhed like a snake.
My allpurposeultrasonic the poor little gnome squeaked.
Next time, Gnebbich, itll be something a lot dearer to you than one of your
contraptions, Garnet threatened, his grayish red beard flying in all directions.
A tall figure, sheathed in full plate armor that glinted orange in the torchlight, stepped out
of the shadows just beyond the two, holding his greatsword with one hand. Markham thumbed
behind him with a thickly gloved hand. Take a look, fellows. Gnebbichs noisebox blew open
another hidden passageway just ahead of us.
What about the lich? Dallyn asked, sitting up. Mercidith had just finished healing him.
Being so close to Gnebbich when the device went off, there were two trails of elvish blood
running down from his ears and all over his shining Solamnic armor.
I think he fled down the passageway, Markham said with some degree of confidence.
At least the gnomes box did some good, Timberwolf commented.
Harrumph! Garnet grunted. Our mages spell probably did that!
Whatever the reason, Dorian told him, waving the rest of Garnets comment away,
Lets not look a gift unicorn in the mouth. Jasryn, which way out?

Ive been thinking about that, the teenager said, still sitting on the stone floor, petting
Fafnir. Mercidith had healed the small dragon right after she took care of Jasryn. Not only do
we have a powerful lich after us, but both Eclipse and now Sunder have betrayed us
Say that again? Tiara snapped, turning abruptly in the boys direction.
Quickly, Jasryn told them what had transpired in the other corridor. Everyone moaned,
some shooting their young mage dirty looks. Jase couldnt dispute that; it was on his
recommendationand Palinsthat the evil pair were included in their party in the first place.
Quickly, Jasryn cleared his throat, and went on.
Not only that, but Frosts Thanoi walrus men are waiting for us, and so are Felcraft and
his knights. I think it would be foolhardy to walk out the same way we came in.
Dorian nodded his agreement. What alternatives do we have? His gaze turned to the
young White Robe, obviously expecting an answer.
Jasryn thought for a moment, absently stroking his familiar. Fafnir peeped softly.
The underground stream. It runs under the old towers foundations, and I think it flows
out from a cavern somewhere, Jasryn told him earnestly. Thats probably our best bet.
That makes sense, Garnet added. He lowered his enchanted axe to the stone floor and
leaned on it. He wiped his sweaty brow with the back of his sleeve and sighed. Mages or not,
the dwarves who built this place used standard engineering practices. They built on top of a
natural water source, and since its flowing, it has to empty out somewhere.
All right, where do we find this other exit? Dorian asked, staring at the wizard and the
dwarf in turns.
It was Markham who answered, thumbing behind them. Theres a stairway back there,
leading down. Looks like a promising start.

Jasryn nodded in agreement. Yes. The cycles of the three moons indicate that the
secondary exits that way.
Lets stop wasting time, then, Tiara insisted, her tone brooking no argument. Lets
go. Garnet, Markham, you two take point
A moment, my lady, Dorian said gently but firmly, touching her elbow and turning her
around. The rest of you, go on ahead. Well be there momentarily.
The rest of the party stared at them, the Rangerlord and the high-ranking knight, then
turned and entered the darkened passageway. Steven held his torch high, and Jasryn reignited
his staff, providing plenty of light for the whole group.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
hose bright idea was this again? Dallyn asked, peering into the
darkness with his enchanted sight. The elfin knight held his blessed longsword in his right hand,
and his bejeweled dagger in his left. Both gave off magical light. The dagger, awarded to him as
a famed Pegasus rider in the knighthoods Combat Air Corps, had just had the magical light spell
renewed by Jasryn. The longsword also glowed a brilliant blue because it sensed evil nearby.
Gods, its everywhere down here. Dont need my fathers sword to tell me that. I can feel the
chill running up my spine.
Dallyn, please leave the grumbling to our resident dwarf. Dwarves are better at it than
elves, anyway, Timberwolf told him with a wink.
Hardy-har-har, Garnet replied. The dwarf held his battleaxe with both hands, ready for
anything foolish enough to jump out at them. You must be a load of laughs at yer local inn,
Timberwolf.
I do try, friend Garnet, the shaman said in reply. Garnet had taken point, not just
because that axe of his was their most potent weapon, but also because every last one of them,
with the sole exception of the young squire, Steven, was carrying at least one enchanted item on
their persons. Garnet also insisted on the others hanging back a bit, so the light from their
torches and magical items didnt mess up his special darkvision. While from the Klar tribe,
Garnets mother had some Daegar blood in her; dwarves from the Daegar tribe could see in total
darkness, something that came in quite handy in their current circumstances.

The elfin knight saw the glow on both of his weapons begin to dim again, and he realized
that it wasnt that evil creatures were leaving the vicinity. The knight held back a little further
away from Garnet and his magic-suppressing axe. Jasryn had said the axes range was about ten
feet, but he couldnt help but notice that their young mage kept back a good twenty feet, for good
measure. Probably a good idea to leave a safety margin. Wouldnt want that thing draining my
sword dry of its enchanted blessingnot down here. Especially not down here!
The ancient stairway Gnebbichs invention had uncovered led the companions down a
good hundred feet or more, into another spider-webbed passageway, this one apparently
naturally formed. Water dripped from stalactites on the roof high above, and collected into pools
of clear water on the cavern floor. They had no way of knowing if the lich, Joman Noothschoan,
had preceded them, but it certainly looked like nobody had been down here in untold centuries.
Aside from the screech and flutter of small bats, and the occasional splashing of still
pools of water by blind fish, they hadnt seen anyone or anything in the past hour. That, at least,
was a good sign. What worried Timberwolf was the fact that the concealed door, which led to
the circular stone stairway they took, was permanently blasted to smithereens by the gnomes
sound machine. Sooner or later, Joman or one of his minions was bound to discover the hole in
the wall they escaped through. By that time; however, they hoped to be long gone.
The spiral staircase led them down to a narrow natural passage, which was almost too
small for Markham and the other armored knights to squeeze through at points. Grumbling, the
Knights of Solamnia removed their bulky armor and carried it through these small tunnels, then
strapped them back on when they could. This tunnel eventually led to a huge open cavern where
water collected into a great running stream. Torchlight was reflected in the ceiling and walls;
gems and veins of silver that glinted at them in the dark. Garnet was tempted to lay claim to all

of it; this fortune would make him a very wealthy dwarf, were it not for the mines location, and
the monsters that guarded it.
Just up ahead, their point man came to a sudden halt. The rest of the party followed suit,
cautiously looking back behind and all around them, expecting an attack from anywhere.
There, Garnet said, pointing a leather-gloved hand at the far wall. Thats where the
stream from that water room we found must be emptying out into. You were right, Jasryn. This
underground river must lead out somewhere; it probably empties into the sea further
downstream.
Behind them, their young mage paused. He leaned on his new staff, the artifact they had
gone to all this trouble to retrieve. The boy looked exhausted, which was not surprising. Hed
learned how to access some basic functions inherent in the staff faster than any of them expected,
but that miracle was not without price. The effort had obviously weakened him. They needed to
rest, and soon.
Timberwolf fell back, walked up to the boy, and laid his hand on Jasryns shoulder.
How are you holding up?
Jasryn looked up at the cleric with those remarkable hazel eyes of his, and forced a smile.
Not too bad. I think I can make it another mile or two, if you can.
No need. Dorian, I think we should rest here for a bit, Timberwolf called, and the
Rangerlord turned in his direction, nodding.
Dorian pulled the hood of his elven cloak down, and he reappeared. In this subterranean
chamber, by the dim light of torch and Jasryns staff, his cloaks enchantment made him almost
completely invisible, and Dorian thought it was a good idea if at least one of them stayed out of
sight. It would make a nasty surprise should anyone chase after them again.

Verily. Well rest here briefly. Garnet, Markham. You two stand watch. Steven, you
help me break out some rations. We havent eaten in hours, Dorian said. Tiara strode right up
to him, her armor clanking softly, the noise echoing throughout the cavern.
Do not presume to give my squire orders, Dorian, Tiara snapped at him. She dropped
her voice an octave, but all still heard what shed said. The pair continued their conversation in
Elvish, which few of their party understood.
Jasryn sat down on a large boulder, laid the great ash staff by his side, and sighed. The
image of a roast lamb, spit whole over a roaring fire in the Inn of the Last Home, filled his mind.
He petted Fafnir and smiled. Okay, okay! Ill feed you.
The boy reached under his robes, and pulled out the magical bag that he kept folded close
to his heart. Quickly undoing the leather thong that cinched it closed, Jasryn reached in, felt
around a bit, and pulled out the bag with their iron rations. He selected two pieces of dried beef
jerky, and a small glass jar containing dried apricots and apple slices. Garnet had bragged on
subsisting on this fare, called trail or iron rations, for weeks in the wilderness. When pressed, the
dwarf then admitted that veteran adventuring parties always sought out the first respectable inn
they could find.
Princess Mercidith had volunteered to carry the unconscious kender until she awakened
from whatever Sunder had done to her. Communing with the goddess, the princess quickly
ascertained that the assassin had poisoned her; while the laying on of hands had expelled all
traces of the toxin, Merci was still too exhausted from healing the whole party to restore Shyla to
consciousness. Outside of a small bejeweled dagger, a quarterstaff, and her faith, Mercidith was
completely unarmed, so she was the one to carry the small form. The princess lay her small
burden down beside the underground stream, and bent to fill her leather bota with fresh water.

Is she going to be okay? Dorian asked, kneeling next to her. Loose gravel crunched
under his worn leather boots. Mercidith looked up and saw Sir Markham looking on, concern
written on his face. The young knight had removed his great helm, crafted with horns to
resemble a silver dragons head. Markhams face was covered with grime, which he wiped away
with a leather glove. The princess quickly averted her gaze, lest the rest of the party suspect
there was something between them.
Aye, my lord, Mercidith quickly answered, wetting a pocket-handkerchief,
embroidered with the great seal of the Imperial family of Ergoth, and wiped the kenders face.
Shyla sighed and stirred, but did not awaken. The poison has weakened her sorely, but she will
live.
Dorian stared at the unconscious kender for a moment, nodded once. Markham stepped
up next to him, stared down at Shyla, concern and anger mixed in his features. The knights
right hand rested on the hilt of his greatsword, the point resting in the loose gravel at his armored
feet.
When I get my hands on the traitorous assassin who did this to her
Easy, my young friend, Dorian told him softly. His voice was confident and
reassuring. We will meet again. From what the mage told us, Sunder needs a wizard to restore
the lance to its true size. He is undoubtedly hunting for us, along with many others. When we
next meet, we will deal justly.
Aye, by my troth, I swear it, Markham said firmly.
Dorian knew the knights would never seek revenge; it went against their code of honor.
Both this young knight and the mage had grown up with the kender, and would be sorely angered

at what Sunder had done. The half-elfin Rangerlord pitied the poor creature that would face the
combined wrath of a Crown Knight and a Wizard of High Sorcery
Dorians gaze drifted to the young magician, sitting on a nearby boulder feeding his pet
dragon, and frowned at him. The teenager seemed completely unconcerned with the kenders
fate. True, the mage was tiredexhausted even, from spellcasting and handling an ancient
magical artifact; but Dorian thought he knew the boy better than this. The Jasryn Storm he knew
would be by Shylas side, were he poisoned himself and half-dead. Yet, the boy hadnt even
glanced in her direction, or tried to overhear their conversation.
Excuse me a moment Highness, Dorian told the princess, and walked over to the mage.
At first glance, the boy seemed paler than his own samite robes, but that could just be the light.
Jasryns small familiar glanced up at his approach, saw he was a friend, and returned to his
meager meal of dried beef jerky. A moment later, Jasryn himself deigned to look up at him.
What can I do for you, my lord? Jasryn asked. His eyes were a peculiar shade of blue;
but again, that could simply be the light. Dorians gaze took in the staff lying by his side, within
easy reach. It was the whole point of this quest. The amethyst set in the shining metal head
continued to glow with a pale purplish light. Dorian Barrett got the distinct impression that the
staff was watching him, but that thought was insane, even for a magical object.
Are you capable of casting a few more spells? Dorian inquired, watching the boys
reactions closely.
Aye, Jasryn returned, and his hand went for the staff, caressed the white wood. Arion
grants me strength.
The half-elven rangers eyebrows shot up at that remark. The artifact refreshed him,
after casting so many spells? Vividly, he recalled how weakened Jasryn was after the battle with

Eclipse. Markham and Tiara had to literally carry him, unconscious, through the corridors for a
time.
Im learning how to use it properly, Jasryn explained, seeing their leaders
discomfiture. When we return to Solace, Palin has three librems on ancient artifacts in his
private library. Ill learn more, then.
Dorian continued to stare at the staff. There was something peculiar about it, which he
couldnt quite put his finger on. Also, there was something definitely wrong with Jasryn. Hed
known the young mage nearly six months now, since that fateful day when the Dark Knights
attacked the town of Solace, and Danvil Felcraft transported them hundreds of miles to a forest
in Neraka. Jasryn was a warm-hearted, compassionate young man; especially attached to Sir
Markham, Garnet Irondelve, and Shyla Pouchfinder. Now, however, the kenders condition
hardly seemed to draw his attention. Oh, Jasryn had obviously saved her from certain death at
the hands of Sunder, and hed carried her through a hundred or more yards of secret
passageways. But, once hed handed the kender over to their healer, the mage had completely
forgotten about her. His duty discharged, the young magician kept to himself, and only seemed
concerned about his small familiar and that blasted wooden staff.
Get some rest anyway, Dorian told him. He smiled amicably, turned, and strode off
into the darkness. He didnt go far.
Somethings eating Jasryn? the knight asked.
The Rangerlord nodded to Markham Swordhawk, gently took the young knights arm,
and led him over to a shadowed area. He spoke in low tones.
Markham, do you notice anythingdifferent about Jasryn?

The knights features hardened. He nodded once. Aye, milord, now that you mention it.
He seems morealoof than is usual for him. More confident, too.
All wizards were a bit aloof, but this went far beyond what he knew of the boy. The
ranger stroked his Van Dyke beard and went on. Almostoverconfident, would you say?
Dorian asked.
Aye. What? Do you suspect that evil mage may have cast a spell on him?
Mayhap. Stay close to him. Watch him for me, and let me know if he does anything
else out of the ordinary.
The knight smiled at that. Jasryns a mage, Dorian. He always does weird things, but I
catch your meaning.
Good man. I have to see to the others, Dorian said with a parting pat on the knights
armored shoulder. That brought a thought to the Rangerlord he had not considered until now.
Theyd been fighting skirmishes for long hours. This was the first chance any of them had a
chance to rest in a long while. Markham and the others had been wearing their armor since just
before sunrise, and he knew they must be exhausted, even though none of the knights would ever
admit to it.
Everyone was breaking out rations for a meager meal, weapons unsheathed and close at
hand. Dorian knew they couldnt stay here for very long, but they needed serious rest. He came
to a quick decision, hoped he wouldnt regret it, and went over to the dwarf to confirm their
position.
Master Garnet, Dorian began, crouching down next to the boulder the dwarf was seated
on. In typical dwarf fashion, Garnet Irondelve was munching on mushrooms that grew in caves

or on forest floors, and sipped liquid from a tin flask, which had a strong alcoholic smell. Few
were the men who could tolerate distilled grain spirits the dwarves were famous for.
Elf, Garnet returned with a grunt. Care for a sip?
Dorian stared at the offered flask and forced a smile. To refuse would be a grave insult,
and as leader, Dorian didnt dare risk to alienate any member of their party. All their lives
depended on each other. Every one of them bore enchanted weapons now. Even the young
squires dagger was magical, he guessed. But none were as powerful as Markhams greatsword,
Jasryns staff, and Garnets battle-axe. Carefully, the half-elven ranger took the tin flask and
swallowed a small sip.
The liquid burned going down, tasting much like liquid fire. Dorians violet elven eyes
bulged, his face flushed, and he coughed hoarsely.
Good, eh? Garnet asked, taking the flask back. I brewed it meself, in a still behind
my masters smithy. I occasionally bring a case to the Majeres inn, in exchange for a weeks
worth of meals.
Youveahem!definitely gotten the better part of the bargain, Dorian told him
earnestly. He glanced around them. How far from the exit do you think we are?
Garnet Irondelve looked thoughtful for a moment, rubbing his long, curly beard with a
grizzled hand. Cant be more than a few hours travel by foot. Course, thats just a guess, based
on the size of the catacombs we were in, the crystals in the walls down here, an the breeze
blowin through here. Ye can smell fresh air, comin from that direction.
Dorian looked where Garnet was pointing. He peered into the darkness, saw the
shadowed outlines of stalactites, and felt completely lost. Elves were never meant to be this far
underground. Dwarves, however, were as at home here as he was in the woodlands.

A few hours, Dorian repeated. With a dozen or more enemies waiting for us when we
emerge, misdoubt me.
Aye, thats about the size of it, Garnet agreed.
Right, Dorian said, and rose to his feet. He raised his hands for attention. Gentlefolk,
this location seems safe enough for the nonce. I propose we all get some much-needed sleep.
Timberwolf and Steven, you two take first watch. Rouse me in two hours.
Tiara eyed him critically, and placed a hand on her hip. How long do you propose we
linger here, half-elf? We certainly cant dawdle, not with that undead mage and that turncoat
monster assassin on our trail!
Not to mention the elven black wizard, or dragon, whatever he is, Dallyn readily
agreed. The flickering orange torchlight reflected brilliantly off of their well-polished and
maintained Solamnic armor and lent both knights an air of authority, which Dorian in his brandnew, green-dyed leathers, couldnt match.
Theyve a point, milord, Timberwolf said cautiously. You know it wont be long
before one or the other finds us.
Aye, an I know it well, my friends. But were all exhaustedand please, dont argue
the point. Well have a major fight on our hands the very moment we exit these caverns. This is
as good a place as any to get some much-needed rest. Light no fire, and forget the bedrolls. We
may have to leave at a moments notice. Just wrap yourselves in your cloaks for warmth, and get
as comfortable as possible.
Slowly, the knights nodded in agreement to this wisdom. Markham and Tiara both
wriggled out of their breastplates and shoulder gear, but left the greaves on their legs. In case of
an alarm, it wouldnt take more than a minute or two to put those pieces back on, less if Steven

helped. Using his backpack as a pillow and his blue wool cloak as a blanket, Markham lay down
on the ground to sleep. The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes was Jasryn, pulling out a
leather-bound tome of magic to study his spells. Nothing unusual about that; the young mage
was in the habit of learning the next days incantations about an hour before laying down to
sleep. The small pseudodragon was also very helpful, as hed learned. Should anything get too
close, Fafnir could be trusted to rouse them all.
Dorian checked in on Shyla once more, before turning in himself. To his surprise, the
kender was awake. Mercidith was giving her sip of water from her leather bota.
Hey, Dorian, Shyla greeted weakly.
Hey, yourself, Dorian returned. Glad to see youre awake. Howre you feeling?
Okay. A little tired, though, Shyla told him earnestly. Sunder nicked me with one of
his daggers, and I fell asleep. Princess Mercidith said Jasryn saved me.
Aye, he did, Dorian admitted, stealing a glance at the young mage, who was quietly
reading his spellbook, presumably preparing for tomorrow.
Dorian, Shyla admitted, guilt reflected in her large, brown eyes. Sunder took the
Dragonlance. I couldnt stop him.
We know, Kenderkin, Dorian told her, patting the small shoulder. But he cant use it
in its present condition. Too small for his purposes.
Shyla nodded gravely. You mean he needs Jasryn to return it to normal.
The Rangerlord nodded once. Him, or another wizard.
Dorian considered a moment. Would Lundar Eclipse restore the lance to its true size, in
exchange for the assassins help against them? Possibly, but no. The evil magician was too
fanatical, and Sunder was a proven traitor. The two would never work well together. Each

pursued his own selfish needs, and each one had only followed along with their group until they
either got what they wanted, or it was clear they never would obtain it. Sunder must have been
biding his time, carefully considering how best to convince Jasryn or Lundar to restore the
Dragonlance. That chance came when they were separated, most likely due to the assassins
scheming. The monster left their group on his own and shadowed them, waiting for his chance
to snatch the kender. He dragged her off, took the Dragonlance, and waited to confront Jasryn
alone.
Which meant hed probably already made his request of Lundar Eclipse, whod already
turned him down, knowing what he did of the dark-souled wizard. Or, maybe hed lost the Black
Robe in the catacombs, and Jasryn was simply the first one hed stumbled across?
This line of thought was making his head spin.
Dorian, Mercidith whispered, gently touching him on the arm. She was smiling at him.
Youd better get some rest, yourself.
Aye, the Rangerlord told her. He scooted over against the bounder, put his pack behind
his head as a pillow, and closed his eyes.
Steven was circling around the north end of the underground lake, long sword in one
hand and torch in the other. Garnet had warned him not to wander off, and he hadnt really. He
could still see the light of the dwarfs torch, as he stood guard over their sleeping companions,
maybe a hundred feet away. His experience in the knighthood taught him many things, not least
of which was to thoroughly scout out a campsite prior to bedding down for the night. Far too

much on this mission had made his skin crawl. The boy refused to admit his fear to anyone, least
of all Lady Tiara. Steven had become a squire at fourteen, when he was small for his age and
could barely handle a sword. He was nearly seventeen, now, still lanky, waiting for his muscles
to fill in and to gain experience and training. It was four more long years until he too would
wear the armor and tabard of a knight.
Steven wrapped his woolen cloak, a gift from his mother, tighter around him; but his
shivering had nothing to do with the damp chill of these caverns. The flickering torchlight cast
dancing shadows on the stone walls, and his imagination conjured ghosts, skeletons, orcs, and
worse. That black robed wizard and his pet monster, the blue-scaled assassin, would just as
quickly cut his heart out of his chest as look at him. Whyever did Sir Markham and Lord Dorian
allow such rabble into their party in the first place?
Jasryn, the white wizard, had patiently explained that Lundar Eclipse had only
accompanied them on their quest at the behest of his master, the head of his Order. Steven
frowned at the memory. He hadnt much trusted the good magician either. Mages didnt fight
honorably, and cast magic spells which no man had any defense against. Now, the black wizard
was gone, hiding somewhere in the shadows
Something skittered in the darkness, and Steven started. He waved the torch, which
flared with the sudden movement, and held his sword with a trembling hand.
Who goes there? Here, now! Im armed! Steven cried.
No answer. Maybe it was just his imagination again?
Steven! Garnet called from a distance. Steven turned, could see the torch the dwarf
held, and its orange reflection in the black lake water. What is it, lad?
Dunno! I thought I heard something

A thin wisp of cord suddenly whipped out of the darkness, snared his legs, pulled them
together, and yanked him off his feet. Steven cried out, lost his grip on the torch, and looked into
the dark. Help me! Help!
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
arkham Swordhawk woke with a start. Something yanked at his legs, and
pulled him across the cold hard stone floor of the cavern. People were screaming. Even halfawake, the young knight fumbled for the sword by his side, and grabbed only pebbles. He was
being dragged across the ground at an incredible rate by something with a roundish, pale-white
body, eight legs, and two pincers. A clear cord, strong as silken rope, bound his ankles together
and dragged him along.
Panicked, Markham looked behind him, where hed been, and his sword and pack lay.
His hand reached out for the sword, which was fifteen feet away and receding fast. He wanted

that sword, he desperately needed it. A prayer to Paladine was on his lips, momentarily
forgetting that the god was now a mortal, an elf named Valthonis.
Suddenly, Mark didnt know how, but the solid gold hilt of his sword was in his hand.
He didnt question his good fortune, he just used it. In one fluid motion, hed swung the sword
one-handed, and easily sliced through the sticky cord binding his legs. In another moment or
two, he was on his feet.
The creature, a giant bug, was turning to face him, pincers snapping with a hideous
clacking sound. It circled him, coming closer with each second.
Markham didnt think. He grasped his greatsword with both hands and swung, missing
on the first swing. The monster was too slow for his second swing, however, and he neatly
cleaved one of those clacking, sharp-looking pincers off. He saw sparks, of the kind produced
when two good steel swords crash together in combat. The creature screamed, and backed up a
step. Mark moved in two steps, cut off another leg. The giant bug was wobbling around now.
Once more he struck, stabbing deeply into the center of its white body. White, clear liquid
spurted out. The creature screamed and died.
Heaving air, Markham looked up and took in the scene around him. Lady Tiara, Dallyn,
Dorian, and a few others, roused by the alarm of attack, were running to help. They hadnt even
bothered to don their upper armor or helmets. Garnet, bless him, was running to the aid of a
screaming youngster, which sounded like Steven. Hefting his sword, Markham started running
toward the commotion.
The sound of running water filled Markhams ears as he ran. Stevens cry sounded
desperate, then abruptly cut off. Heart pounding, the young knight increased his pace. The
dwarf was standing just ahead of him, swinging his battle-axe. The weapons head was dark

steel, unlike Shadowsong; the rune letters etched along its blade glowed a dull orange, a hint of
the forge fires which birthed it.
Steven! Steven! Mark cried, then stopped. He didnt have the breath for this. He had
to cover over a hundred feet in under a minute or two. A second giant insect was dropping to the
ground, just behind the dwarf. Garnet had his back to the monster, and didnt see it.
Garn! Behindyou! Markham cried, desperately. There was no way hed manage
to reach Garnet in time to help him, if that thing got its pincers onto him!
Two arrows, glowing with silver fire akin to moonlight from Solinari, shot through the
darkness of the cavern, and struck the insect. Both shafts embedded themselves into the thick
natural armor, having apparently little effect. The insect dropped the remaining ten feet to the
stone cavern floor, and skittered about a bit, clicking its pincers and mandibles. A moment later,
something red flew past him, accompanied by the sound of small leathery wings beating air
swiftly.
Jasryns pseudodragon, Markham realized. The plucky little dragon started stinging the
monster, which was three times its size at seven feet long. Markham knew the small dragons
poison-equipped sting could paralyze a man for several hours, even days, depending on how
many times hed been stung. However, the barbed tail couldnt seem to penetrate the insects
natural armor plating.
Ten feet now, six, and Markham was on top of the thing, swinging his greatsword with
all of his might. He connected, once more severing a limb, the one with the pincer. However, in
the same moment, the second pincer snapped shut on his leg, the horrible, sharp teeth crushing
the metal armor still on his legs. A moment later, and the creature screamed, then let go of its
hold on him.

Something flew past him, a blur of white, man-sized, accompanied by a powerful gust of
wind, as if from a hurricane. For a moment, Markham thought it was another one of those white
insect creatures, but then realized that it looked human. Jasryn was using the power of the staff
to fly!
The young mage landed gently, glowing staff held high, winds blowing all about him. A
gesture with the staff, and the howling wind grew to hurricane force, blowing two of the
monsters away, and nearly taking Garnet with them. The dwarf fell down, and slid across the
smooth stone floor for ten feet before Jasryn ceased his spell.
You doorknob! You got me! Garnet shouted above the dying wind.
Sorry, the mage called back, his blue eyes wide.
Dont apologize, Tiara cried. She pointed up, toward the darkened ceiling. One of
those things pulled poor Steven up there! Can you get him down?
I can try, Jasryn replied. After this latest slip-up, the teenager was hesitant to try
another spell from the staff, but he didnt see much choice in the matter. Outside of Fafnir, he
was the only member of the party who could fly. A moments thought, and he was seeing
through his familiars eyes.
Fafnir can see Steven, Jasryn began. Hes cocooned in some sort of webbing, hanging
upside down. I could probably burn through it with lightning or fire, but Im afraid Id just hurt
Steven.
By this time, most of the party had caught up with them. Dorian took in the situation in a
moment, and then made a quick decision. Youve got to try, Jasryn. Youre the only one who
can get up that high.

Jasryn nodded once. He thrust the staff upward, the amethyst glowed brighter, and the
winds picked up once more. The boy swiftly rose into the darkness, careful to avoid the webbing
he knew was hanging all around him, strung up to catch the unwary. Small balls of silk were
lying all about in the strands, the remains of previous meals. Bats, for the most part.
Jasryn was suddenly glad he didnt allow Fafnir to go hunting about in this dark and
unknown cavern earlier. When the small dragon had smelled the bats, hed wanted to snag a
small meal for himself. Instead, the mage had fed him beef jerky from his own pack.
In a few moments, Jasryn had spotted the young squire. As he saw in the vision, Steven
was cocooned in silken thread, hanging upside-down and unmoving. He could be merely
unconscious, or dead. Jasryn experimented by touching the glowing crystal of his staff to one of
the thinner threads, and was unpleasantly surprised. The staff was stuck to the webbing for a
heart-stopping moment, before electricity crackled, and burned through enough to free the staff
again.
The teenaged magician was not about to try that again. Theyd gone through far too
much to risk losing the staff now. Lightning bolts would destroy this webbing easily, but it
might be conductive, and that would fry the poor hapless squire. Hed have to try something else
to free the boy. Jasryn reached into a hidden pocket of his robes, and removed the small silver
wand hed found in Nefariants castle in Neraka. The fireballs would consume the webbing on a
massive scale, but if he were very careful, he might be able to burn through most of the webbing
between him and Steven, and then free the boy with small, controlled jolts of electricity from the
staff.
Fool, said a voice, echoing inside Jasryns head, even as he raised the small, silver
wand and prepared to fire. He had not cast the mind-reading spell this night, so the young mage

knew it must have been coming from the staff. Either that, or he was starting to become
unhinged. You shoot so much as a single fireball, and youll set the whole webby mess
aflame. Your friend will be burned alive!
Jasryn hesitated. Hed already suspected as much, but hed been hoping just to burn
away a section of the web at a time. He twirled the thin silver wand between his fingers.
All right, what do you suggest? Jasryn asked, feeling a bit silly. Up here, the only one
to hear him talking to himself was Fafnir, and even the small dragon seemed to be giving the boy
a dubious look. Not a word from you, Faf. Im talking to the staff.
Fafnir, fluttering nearby, blinked at the boys remark.
You do not know the full powers the staff imparts upon you yet. You must open
yourself to me, fully.
Jasryn shuddered, hovering in mid-air. With that last remark, he nearly dropped the
ashwood staff. Arion, the spirit of the long-dead mage that inhabited the artifact, was asking him
to surrender his will to the intelligence contained within.
This, Jasryn realized, was the final part of his Test of High Sorcery. Hed already been
examined on his knowledge of the arcane, his ability to cast spells so swiftly in combat he could
hardly think of the words to the incantations and the gestures which summoned the awesome
energies he hurled, his instincts to instantly choose just the right spell from the variety hed
prepared, his ability to recognize and utilize an unfamiliar magical artifact, and his determination
to use his magical gifts to protect the innocent, an act that thereby affirmed his right to wear the
white robes of a good magician.
Now, the staff itself was asking of him the final Test.
Was Jasryn willing to sacrifice his will, and possibly his life, to master the magic?

Jasryn Storm had entered the catacombs an apprentice. If he passed this final test of his
character, he would emerge as an archmage, possessed of the full knowledge and experience of
one of the most powerful wizards in the history of the worldthe Stormlord.
Carefully, Jasryn slipped the silver wand back into a small, slim pocket concealed in his
robes, held the staff with both hands, and stared into the glowing amethyst crystal ball. He took
a deep breath, and nodded his assent. Very well. Tell me what I have to do.
Laughter answered him. I will show you, young one. The spell you need is called
Wraithform. It hasnt been used in centuries. Repeat after me.
As with most of the staffs functions, the trigger command was but a single word.
Spek-tilk!
Instantly, the gem held within the platinum dragons claws flared, wind whistled and
howled. There was a sound like ice crackling, and a preternatural chill filled Jasryns whole
being. Suddenly, Jasryn could see right through the staff, his arm, and his entire body. He was
as translucent as glass.
What? Jasryn asked in surprise.
The teenager felt another presence, that of a very wise and ancient archmage, slip into his
body, right next to his own soul. It was an eerie experience, worse than someone walking over
his grave. The old man used Jasryns own facial muscles to smile. This is a very powerful
body you possess, the archmages thoughts echoed in his own head. I will have to show you how
to break the curse that traps you in human form later. Now, onto business.
Jasryns hand gestured, and he drifted forward at a rather slow rate compared to his usual
flying speed, sort of like a cloud on a summers day. When his arm reached the first strand of

webbing, it wasnt stuck, but passed right through the silken cord. Jasryn smiled again. He was
as insubstantial as air!
The young mage drifted forward at a rate of ten feet every five seconds, the maximum he
could fly while this spell was active. Jasryn passed harmlessly through the vast web until he
reached the hapless squire, cocooned in the silken threads.
Now, the mage had absolutely no idea what to do. Hed reached Steven, all right, but he
hadnt a clue how to free him. What was worse, one of the giant insectsa cavern dweller
spider, a part of Jasryns mind furnishedlurked quite nearby. The creature had apparently
spotted him, and spat a line of webbing in his direction. This, too, passed harmlessly through his
body. Jasryn returned his attention to the captured squire.
How do I? Jasryn began. His own voice sounded weird in his ears, much like a
moaning ghost, or the wind as it howled through an empty stone corridor of a castle.
Touch the amethyst to the boy, and repeat the command, the voice instructed. This
will include him in the active spell.
The magical instructions were simple, straightforward, and elegant. He passed the
glowing crystal through the silken cocoon until he was sure it was touching Steven. Then, he
whispered the command word again. Spek-tilk!
In a moment, Stevens unconscious form drifted out of his web prison. Jasryn reached
out and found he could touch him. He grabbed the squires arm and pulled him down, away
from the spiders and out of the giant web. The insects skittered and clacked their pincers, but
they could do nothing to stop him.

Jasryn drifted down, out of the shadows of the caverns roof. The rest of their party was
standing about, torches held high, looking for any sign of him. Several of them gasped, the
blood visibly draining from their faces. Tiara lowered her sword, and very nearly dropped it.
If you could only see the look on your faces, Jasryn told them.
Ye gods, boy! What kind o magic
One of the powers of the staff, Jasryn explained in a very serious, aloof tone as he
lightly touched down. He ended the spell with a thought, and he and Steven were returned to
normal. Cleric, this patient needs the healing of your god.
Princess Mercidith rushed forward, her cloak swirling with the movement. She
immediately passed her platinum owl pendant over the unconscious squire, chanting a prayer to
her goddess. Markham, Dorian, and Garnet, however, exchanged looks.
Cleric? Jasryn, whats gotten into you? Markham asked, stepping forward, hand out.
Nothing, good knight, Jasryn replied in that same, unusual tone of voice. He turned,
casting his gaze all about the cavern, using the light of the staff to illuminate dark corners.
Satisfied, he turned to Markham. I see nothing else amiss. The cavern dweller spiders are
cowardly creatures, and will trouble us no more. Lord Dorian, I recommend we tarry here no
more than a few more hours, at most.
The knights exchanged a look. Even Jasryns familiar seemed to be watching them with
a baleful look in its tiny red eyes, looking more strongly than ever like one of its larger cousins.
If a familiars powers and abilities were linked directly to its master, and Jasryns powers had
supposedly been increased to that of a high-ranking archwizard, then this small creature was
puissant indeed. To Dorians skilled eye, it looked like Fafnir was capable of breathing fire now;
which, from what he knew of pseudodragons, was impossible.

Is that your expert opinion, wizard? Dallyn Forestrunner asked. The young elfin
knight was fingering his sword, looking uncertain and jittery. Me, Id rather leave this place of
vile darkness while the gettings good.
And who do you propose should carry the kender and the unconscious boy, Sir Dallyn?
Jasryn responded. Everyone was staring now. Even Jasryns accent had changed, from
Abanasinian with a hint of Nerakan, to that of a highborn Palanthian nobleman. The look he
gave the elf couldve wilted lettuce. The expression on his young face was self-assured and
utterly arrogant. Those who knew the young mage didnt recognize him.
Jasryn Storm Markham began. Immediately, Dorians hand shot out, touched the
knights chestplate to silence him.
Thank you, Jasryn, Dorian interrupted. Well stay here for another two hours, no
more. Why dont you catch some more sleep? Well need you rested if youre to spellcast.
Thank you, Dorian. Please see to it that my rest is not disturbed again, Jasryn told him,
then added off-handedly, Unless you need my assistance again, that is.
Nine heads followed the teenager to his spot by the boulder. Fafnir fluttered down and
landed, curling himself up on Jasryns legs while he slept, as usual. He kept the staff next to
him, hand resting on its polished wood surface. Running water from the underground stream
was the loudest sound in the cavern, and covered their muted conversation.
All right, Dorian, what in the blue Abyss is wrong with him? Markham demanded. He
held his greatsword out in front of him, point resting on the stone cavern floor, lightly touching
the pommel set into the golden hilt.
That staff, more likely than not, Dorian told them all, rubbing his bearded chin. Im
no expert, but it looks very much like hes possessed.

Timberwolf nodded solemnly. Aye, milord. I was thinking that myself, but the staff is
an artifact of goodness.
Whose word do we have on that? Jasryns? Garnet demanded, staring up at all of
them. The heavy axe-head was also resting on the stone floor, same as Markhams sword. The
dwarf noticed that none of them felt comfortable about sheathing their weapons just yet.
Friend dwarf, you saw how the staff reacted to the black wizard, Eclipse? Timberwolf
responded. That lightning bolt knocked him halfway across the room.
Mayhap, Markham agreed, cautiously. His tone was filled with doubt. Timberwolf, if
Jasryn were possessed, could you do anything?
Oh, aye! If both her Highness and I were to attempt an exorcism together, I doubt any
evil spirit would be able to hold onto him.
Then we wait for an opportune moment, Dorian agreed. And be sure, before you
attempt anything like that. We dont know how separation from the staff will affect the boy. It
may well kill him.
That last comment caused both Markham and Garnet to freeze. Both men stared at their
leader in stunned silence.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
hat do you mean, the squires dead? Jasryn asked in stunned disbelief
the following morning. Princess Mercidith sat on the boulder next to him, patiently explaining
what had happened during the night while he slept. Jasryn was sitting up, a little stiff from
having slept on his wool cloak on solid rock, instead of a fairly comfortable bedroll. He
swallowed water from his bota, and hand-fed Fafnir a little more of his beef jerky, taking a few
strips from himself. That was his breakfast. Hed save the hard rolls, cheese, and dried fruit for
lunch.
Twenty feet away, the others were busy piling stones upon a cairn, close to the water.
Garnet supervised the operation; making certain the burial vault was watertight, and that no
scavengers or vile monsters could get anywhere near the body. The three knights gave Steven a
grim honor guard, swords crossed, while Timberwolf performed the service. Dorian stood at the
head of the group, looking official.
Off to the side, Shyla was up and around, making herself useful by packing up some of
their gear. The kender looked a little pale, but unaffected by wear for her little mishap. Jasryn
rubbed the crumbs from the palms of his hands, rose to his feet, shook out his forest green cloak,
and threw it about his shoulders. Picking up his staff, Jasryn went over to fill his bota with fresh
water from the stream, and called to Mercidith over his shoulder.
A shame, my lady, but we were bound to lose someone in such a vile and dangerous
place as this, Jasryn began, as bubbles of air floated up to the surface from the open nozzle of

his leather waterskin. Once it was filled, he capped it, and stuck it on his belt. Were lucky our
loses were so light, in fact. We still have nine of the ten people we started with.
Baron, how dare you? Mercidith asked in a scandalized tone. Her features were
pinched, her face red. That boy just sacrificed his life so we could obtain that staff you carry,
and the only think you can say is its a shame?
Jasryn straightened. Your Highness, what did you want me to say? After all the hard
work we went through to save him last night, he up and died anyway. I realize youre upset, but
there are just some cases even your healing powers cannot prevent.
Mercidith rose, leather armor squeaking and wool cloak rustling with the movement, and
stared in abject silence at the young magician. She turned on one heel and strode off in silence,
towards the little group.
Women, Jasryn thought, and walked off in the opposite direction. He chose a fairly large
stalactite and hid to relieve himself. Still, she did have a point. The boy was a squire of
Solamnia, who sacrificed himself for this staff. Id best get to work and try to figure out how to
use it properly, so we can rid this land of that bloated white dragon.
Jasryn dropped the front of his robes back into place, bent by the water to clean his
hands, then sat down next to his familiar to read over his spells again. Solinari only knew, he
probably should memorize the Knock spell again, just in case they came across a magically
sealed door at the mouth of this cavern. He pointedly ignored the obvious stares from the nearby
cairn.
*

My lord ranger, I dont know who that young man is, but it is most definitely not Jasryn
Storm, Mercidith confided in as soft a tone as she could manage, shaking with rage. I dropped
a hint that he should join us for the service, but
But, hes acting like he hardly knew him, Dorian completed.
In point of fact, my lord, Jasryn did hardly know the boy. He was Lady Tiaras squire,
but wed only just met him a few weeks ago, Markham completed. What I find odd is that
hes not made the slightest inquiry about Shyla. We all grew up together in Solace. Were close
friends
Which is my point, Mark, Mercidith said, stabbing her forefinger to drive her point
home. The young mage over there is not the boy we all know.
Timberwolf, Dorian began quietly. Have you had a chance to perform that ritual you
mentioned last night, while Jasryn slept?
The shaman nodded slowly, dyed feathers and headdress swaying with the movement.
He reached into one of his leather pouches, pulled out a handful of sand, and dropped it to the
cavern floor. All could see the color was stained red as blood.
If the lad were himself, the sand would still be white, Timberwolf explained for them
all. He looked grim. Theres something else in there with him.
The staff? Dorian asked.
Unquestionably.
Weve got to try to get it away from him, somehow, Markham stated flatly.
The kender? Garnet offered, nodding in Shylas direction. She could swipe the
mages underwear while hes in it, and hed not even notice.

Absolutely not, Markham shot back defensively. Not in her condition. Jasryn could
jolt her with a thunderbolt or summon a wind to blow her away with a flick of his little finger
now.
And Fafnir doesnt look himself, either, Merci added. See the look in his eyes? I
could swear the small beast could spit fire at us now!
Ill do it, Dorian offered. Im party leader. The risk should be mine.
No, my lord, Markham countered, laying his hand on Dorians arm. Jasryns like a
brother to me. He might
Then again, he might well kill you as soon as look at you, Dorian countered. Vividly,
he remembered what happened when Markham tried to steal the staff away while Jasryn slept.
First, Fafnir had hissed at him. Then, a cold wind, smelling of the arctic, blew him ten feet away
from the sleeping mage before it stopped. The staff apparently had built-in defensive spells to
prevent such an action. Dorian shuddered to think what wouldve happened had Markham been
a Dark Knight, or a black robe magician like Lundar Eclipse had tried it.
Hes right, Mark, Garnet added, reaching up to snatch the young knights arm. Dorian
has the authority, both as our leader, and as a nobleman. Jasryn should respect his orders.
You hope, Markham responded.
Aye.
Dorian rounded his shoulders. Timberwolf, Mercidith, you two prepare to back me up
with your most powerful prayers. Markham, if that should fail
Ill not kill my best friend, the knight responded, stiffening.
Perish the thought, Dorian returned with a smile. I was about to suggest you wallop
him with the flat of your blade.

Markham stared. Oh. I dont much like the thought of that either, but
But, Jasryn Stormor whomevers inhabiting his bodyhas left us with little choice,
Dorian answered. So saying, before he could lose his nerve, the Rangerlord strode off at a
deliberate pace, toward the young mage, before anyone could stop him or talk him out of itor
before he lost his nerve.
Dorian Barrett knew something of wizards. The red robed enchanter, Esgarth, had been a
close friend when he grew up in the great city of Palanthas. Dorian was just learning to be a
ranger back then, how to shoot a bow and track men through the woods. Nothing hed seen in
his young life prepared him for the sheer violence Esgarth released with his spells. A gesture
and a few nonsensical words, and Esgarths enemies were reduced to a pile of smoldering ashes.
Esgarth the Red had been an archmage, granted. Jasryn was just an apprentice, albeit
apprenticed to the most powerful White Wizard in the entire known world. Since obtaining the
artifact, Jasryn had done things the half-elf hadnt seen in forty years. Walls of solid ice
materialized out of thin air; howling whirlwinds summoned to serve at Jasryns whim; bolts of
lightning that struck a target, then went on to strike another, and another, until the bolt finally
fizzled out of existence.
They had to get the blasted thing away from him, before Jasryn lost his soul irrevocably.
Hi, Jase, Dorian began amicably, then caught himself. Markham, Garnet, and Shyla
called the mage by that diminutive of his name; this was the very first time Dorian had ever used
it. Can I speak with you for a moment?
Jasryn looked up, mildly annoyed. The Rangerlord could clearly see him studying his
spells, and this mortal knew better than to interrupt a wizards studies. The boy tossed his head
to flick a stray lock of long, dark hair from his eyes. Whatever it is, this had better be important.

What can I do for you, my lord? Jasryn asked, visibly annoyed. Fafnir was fortunately
fast asleep on a nearby boulder, his small form rising and falling with deep breaths.
The artifact, Dorian began, regarding the white ashwood staff by Jasryns side. May I
see it?
Jasryn smiled patronizingly. It was as if a small boy were asking to see his spellbook, or
one of his spell components, not understanding how truly dangerous magic could be. My staff
is not a toy for your amusement, my lord. If you have some question as to its function
No, I just would like to have a close look at it, Dorian countered, smiling as naturally
as he could.
Jasryn closed his leather-bound spellbook with a thunk. He carefully placed the book on
the boulder beside him. The mage rose to his feet, cradling his staff, not daring to take his eyes
off the Rangerlord. Jasryn was hardly stupid. A glance revealed the rest of the party was
intently watching this interaction. Something was up.
That is not advisable, Jasryn told him, as solemnly as he could manage. Dorian
Barrett Silvershield, you, of all men, should know better than to touch a wizards staff.
I do, Dorian began, after swallowing in a very dry throat. This was the closest hed
been to the fabled Staff of Air since this adventure began. It was beautiful, really. The shaft was
simply sanded and polished, left unstained; white with five twists in it, where some vine had
coiled around the young tree it was taken from. The platinum dragon that crowned the staff was
a work of art, looking like a living breathing version of Fafnir. The amethyst crystal ball set
between the dragons wings was as large as his fist, and looked to be priceless, and obviously
enchanted. Twin sapphires that composed the metal dragons eyes seemed to wink at him,
daring this half-elf to take a step closer.

Jasryn, there may be something wrong, Dorian continued. I am ordering you to
Touch Arion at your utter regret, Jasryn snapped. That tone of voice, the accent, was
definitely not coming from the boy hed met in the woods outside Solace months ago. The
accent was Palanthian, from a noble used to life at Court; it was an accent and tone of voice
Dorian recognized well.
Im sorry, Dorian said by way of apology, and made a quick move to grab the staff.
Instantly, electricity flowed from the ashwood staff and up his arm, making him release his hold.
Dorian recognized it for the Shocking Grasp hex hed sometimes seen Jasryn use. The
Rangerlord cradled his stinging arm to his chest, even as Jasryns free hand shot out and grabbed
him by the throat.
Jasryn had always been deceptively strong. In fact, had he had absolutely no aptitude for
the sword, and instead inclined toward magic, the boy might well have been a Knight of
Solamnia, and Markham Swordhawks brother in arms. Spending long hours indoors, poring
over musty old tomes, or digging for roots in the forest, Jasryn had very limited exercise. He
was short, and thin. It was remarkable how strong he was, able to beat strapping young friends
at arm wrestling, evenings at the inn.
Dorian Barrett had never been warned of the boys supernatural strength. Neither
Markham nor Garnet had ever mentioned it, although since theyd learned of Jasryns true
nature, he shouldve suspected this. Jasryn held Dorian by the throat with his left hand, and
slowly lifted the struggling ranger two feet above the ground.
Mortal, you dare touch me Jasryn began.
Jasryn! Markham cried from twenty feet away. Put him down! Dammit, man!
Youre killing him!

The young mages blue eyes flashed as Markham Swordhawks voice touched something
inside that was still Jasryn Storm. Horrified at what he was doing, he relaxed his hold on
Dorians throat, and let the hapless ranger fall like a rag doll to the cold, hard stone cavern floor.
Jasryn backed away a few steps, as the half-elf rolled on the ground, gasping air like a landed
fish. The rest of the party advanced a few steps toward them, and the visage of the aloof wizard
from long ago took control once more. He raised the staff in a warning gesture, and the magic
gem pulsed with light.
Be warned, all of you. I will not allow you to divert me from my mission, the mage
said in a very thick Palanthian accent.
What mission is that? Markham Swordhawk asked. His greatsword was still held
point-down, but he was prepared to flip it up to battle-ready position at a moments notice. The
young knight didnt know if his enchanted weapon was a match for Jasryns new staff, but it was
all he had.
Why, fighting the forces of darkness, of course, Jasryn answered in a matter-of-fact
tone, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world for them to grasp. His left hand was
extended toward them, palm open and up, to illustrate that he didnt want to fight them, but
would if necessary. Three knights of Solamnia dont know this?
Markham, Tiara, and Dallyn all exchanged glances. Thats not the boy, Tiara
announced with utter certainty, raising her sword.
Hold, my lady, Markham cautioned, waving his gauntleted hand. Thats still Jasryn
Storms body, whatevers possessing him. What do you propose to do with your sword?
The lady knight ran her tongue over her dry lips, thinking. We cant just let it do this to
him, Markham. What do you suggest?

Let the clerics try, first, Markham answered, in a low tone that he hoped Jasryn
couldnt overhear. Now that he knew his childhood friends true nature as a dragon, he wasnt at
all sure of anything anymore. Everything made sense, now. Jasryn was always thin and small
for his age, and hardly seemed to age at all. Jasryn could wrestle and pin him, and was unusually
nimble and quick. Few experienced knights could draw and throw a dagger with the accuracy
Jasryn possessed. Markham always suspected that Jase could become a knight, if hed really
wanted to; but for some reason he had no interest in the sword, explaining that hed witnessed his
old master, the gentle old elf Serannon, cut down with such a blade.
Jasryn was advanced in magic for an apprentice his age, Markham knew. Palin Majere
used to brag about it at the dinner table, how swiftly his pupil took to all things arcane, and
planned to have the boy take his Test in the Wizards Tower as soon as he was ready.
The mere thought that some evil spirit, lying in a dusty tomb for centuries, might take
possession of his friends powerful body made Markham Swordhawk inwardly cringe with
horror. Teeth clenched hard, he was so angry.
Well have to distract him, Dallyn said firmly, raising his longbow. It was crafted of
yew wood, carved in an elegant and preternatural shape, strung with tanned deer gut, the wood
polished lovingly to a fine sheen. No other knight in the Order had such a bow, for no other
knight was an elf, with such sylvan craftsmanship. Dallyn could strike a three-inch target at one
hundred paces with that weapon.
Dallyn Markham hissed, afraid for his friends life.
Relax, my friend. The arrow will never reach its mark, if I know that wizard, Dallyn
said in a reassuring tone, and fired his shaft. The arrow flew with unerring accuracy through the
darkness of the cavern, until suddenly it was blown aside by a powerful wind ten feet from its

intended target. Dallyn swiftly reloaded his bow with a fresh arrow. Behind him, the dwarf took
the hint, and loaded a dart into his crossbow.
Markham stared. Jasryn hadnt uttered a single word of magic, not one syllable; hed
made the slightest motion with that blasted staff, and silently called forth that gust of wind.
Unlessit was the intelligence contained within the staff that did it; the young knight couldnt
be certain.
Two more shafts flew through the moist air of the cavern toward the thin young wizard.
Once more, they both were blown out of the way with hardly a motion from Jasryn. Behind
them, Markham could hear Princess Mercidith and Timberwolf chanting, their prayer rising
softly, just above a whisper. He could see light now, the source coming from behind him, and it
wasnt coming from the torches. The light was warm and golden, and his shadow grew dark and
extended toward Jasryn.
The young wizard eyed these people who were supposed to be his friends, trying to
determine what was the matter with them. Hed done what he was supposed to; defeated the
lich, retrieved his staff, and was now learning how to use it properly, so they could destroy the
great, bloated white dragon that held this good land in thrall. Ice and snow entirely covered the
eastern half of the island, summoned by the fell magicks of Blizzard. The dragons armies
Thanoi walrus men, human knights transformed into deadly dragonspawn, and smaller wyrms
all stamped the inhabitants under their scaly, taloned claws.
This staff he held in his hand was the one hope these good people had of returning their
island to normal and slaying the great beast, or at least of driving him off.
So, what in the Five Rings of Enteri were these people doing? Three knights, a dwarf
from Thorbardin, two good clerics

Hold, the teenager thought, just now seeing what the clerics were up to. Are they
actually asking gods of goodness and light to attack me?
Now, see here Jasryn began. The words caught in his throat as brilliant white light,
like that of the sun suddenly brought to this deep to the underground cavern, and had enveloped
him. Jasryn shut his eyes against the glare and swore. By the full silver moon Solinari!
The assault lasted a good three minutes, but seemed to go on for an eternity. Jasryn
pronounced a single word and summoned a wall of air to swirl around him, preventing them
from making physical contact with his helpless form. The winds caught at his robes, whipping
them all about him. Fafnir hissed his disapproval, but Jasryn silenced his small familiar with a
thought. In a moment, it was over. The brilliant, sunlike light dimmed, leaving the teenaged boy
to blink the afterimage away.
What were they trying to accomplish with that ridiculous maneuver? Jasryn thought to
himself. He never expected another voice inside his skull to answer him, however.
The clerics were actually trying to dislodge my spirit from you, the voice of the longdead magician responded. Suddenly, Jasryn didnt know why, but the voice started laughing.
The laughter filled the entire cavern.
Fools! Jasryn pronounced, once hed gotten his laughter under control long enough to
get the words out. Did you actually think that clerics in the service of the gods of light could
exercise the spirit of a good magician from the body of a White Robe Wizard, who serves the
cause of goodness?
The young mage still couldnt see his targets all that well. There was a big, blue
afterimage dominating his field of vision. He could, however, make out where they were
standing by the light of the two torches. All youve done is further cement my hold on this

body, and what a powerful body the gods have sent me to continue the battle against evil! A
young silver dragon transformed into human shape, trained in the Magic Arts! I couldnt have
asked for a better candidate, after centuries down here held in thrall by that disgusting, blackrobed lich!
It didnt work, Mercidith told them all, dumbfounded. Thats never happened to me
before! The exorcism always worked before!
Yes, but as Jasryn said, we are attempting to dislodge the spirit of a good wizard from
the boy, who has pledged his life to use magic in the cause against darkness, Timberwolf
explained.
You mean, it mightve worked, if Jasryn were evil, or if either of you served a dark
god? Garnet asked, incredulous. Thats the most preposterous thing Ive ever heard in my
two-hundred-year life!
As Jasryn would say, I think were in very deep trouble, Markham Swordhawk
announced flatly. Belatedly, reluctantly, the young knight raised his greatsword into a classic
attack position.
How do we fight a good wizard gone mad? Timberwolf asked.
I am open to suggestions, Dallyn asked. The elfin knight had put aside his bow, and
drew his blessed longsword. He didnt fail to notice that the blade wasnt glowing, and neither
were the runes on Markhams sword. Uh oh. Jasryns not evil, the spirit possessing him isnt
evil
We said that already, Markham countered.
and our weapons arent glowing. They always glow Dallyn went on.
in the presence of evil, Markham completed.

Which means, what? That all of our enchanted weapons are useless against him? Lady
Tiara asked, and blew through her teeth. Damn it to the Ninth Level of the Abyss!
Mine isnt, Garnet offered, and stepped forward, hefting his battle-axe. What did Jase
and Lundar call this thing? A magic sink?
They did, Tiara acknowledged. She nodded once to the dwarf. Go for it. Weve got
nothing to lose
Except Jasryns life! Markham countered. His shining Solamnic armor clinked as he
moved. Garn
Relax, kid, Garnet Irondelve said, his brown eyes shifting in the knights direction.
Remember how Lundar panicked when I walked up to him? If I understand this correctly, all I
have to do is get within ten feet of Jasryn, and all his magic powers will disappear like a blown
candle!
As the lady said, go for it, Timberwolf urged.
The dwarf nodded once, and advanced on the young mage with determination on his face.
He held the massive battle-axe with two hands, and felt it begin to hum in his grip. Am I seein
things, or is this axe-head getting darker? Garnet wondered.
Winds still whipping his white clothing all around his thin form, vision still slowly
returning in the darkness of the underground cavern, Jasryn didnt even see the short, stocky
dwarf approach him until it was too late. Suddenly, the wind ceased, and the brilliantly glowing
amethyst set in the staffs dragon dimmed to a dull, almost imperceptible purplish glow. Jasryn
stumbled forward, reaching out blindly with one hand.

What? They couldnt have possibly dispelled my magic! None of them are mages!
Jasryn stated flatly, wondering what had happened. Quickly, Jasryn began the words to a simple
but powerful incantation.
Janquith/Tolin kiri Shirak pektra prism. To his surprise, nothing happened.
Absolutely nothing! Impossible! That spell shouldve worked, blinding my enemies and
stunning them with magical rainbowsAndwhy do I feel so cold all of a sudden?
Put a sock in it, Jase, a familiar voice said to him. Your powers are useless against
this baby you gave me, remember?
A magic sink, Jasryn said, his voice falling. That axs dweomer puts out an Antimagic field. Suppressing all magic within ten feet of
While he was talking, the heavy axe fell upon the wooden staff, blunt-side. The
enchanted weapon remained unmarred, but it was knocked from Jasryns hand. It strung. The
impact felt as if Garnet had torn part of his arm away with that blow! His entire right arm had
fallen asleep, felt as if countless pins and needles were stabbing through his flesh, clear down to
the bone.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! The young mage heard, echoing inside his head.
He couldnt be certain, but was that voice also echoing throughout the cavern, as well?
The small pseudodragon, dazed by the power of abjurment resting in the enchanted axe,
was angry. Fafnir rushed forward, slower than usual, and tried to sting the dwarf through his
armor. He failed the first three times, then shifted position, and stabbed the exposed flesh of the
dwarf warriors cheek.
Jase! Get this dragon o yours off o me beforeARRRGGH! Garnet cried in
anguish, then fell to the stone floor, unconscious.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
hat happened? Jasryn asked in a daze. His head swam, his right arm
pulsed with pain, and his small familiar hissed like a giant dragon twenty times his size.
Markham Swordhawk bent over the prone form of the young wizard, the expression on
his face hardly sympathetic. He had removed his great dragonhelm, which lay on the cavern
floor, right next to Shadowsong. Jasryn noticed the greatsword was within easy reach.
What happened, O All-Wise, O-Brave-And-Stupid friend of mine, is that you let
yourself get possessed by the ghost of whatever was inside that staff youve been lugging around
since yesterday, Mark answered him.
Mark? Jasryn asked. He was sitting down on the ground, the cold seeping through his
silken, white robes. What didwhy did you guys attack me? Garn! Is Garn okay?
Hell live, which is more than I can say if he gets his mitts on you, Markham told him.
Jasryn could see his friend clearly now. Torchlight illuminated the whole area, and reflected
brilliantly off of his polished steel armor.
My staff Jasryn began again, looking around the uneven, debris strewn cavern floor.
He noticed loose gravel, places where the ground tilted and rose to uneven levels, but no magical
artifacts. Fafnir walked up to him, curled up in his lap, and Jasryn pet him unconsciously.
Back there, Markham answered, pointing his thumb over his left shoulder. Jasryn
looked where the knight indicated, and finally saw the fabled Staff of Air. It was floating about

three feet above and behind him, the amethyst lit with a soft, purplish glow. The staff appeared
unharmed, waiting for his touch.
Dont even think about it, Markham warned. We nearly got ourselves killed, taking it
away from you
Mark, you dont understand Jasryn began, but the young knight was hearing none of
it. He grabbed the mages slender wrist with a gloved hand, and held it in his firm grip.
I understand better than you think, Markham told him. That thing possessed you,
tried to take you over. We almost lost you!
Cradling Fafnir, Jasryn got to his feet, eyes never leaving the floating staff. Mark, the
whole point of this adventure is to obtain that staff, and Im the only one of us who can possibly
use it.
Werent you listening? It used you!
I wasnt prepared for such an overbearing intelligence, Jasryn explained, his voice, his
eyes, filled with determination. Now, I am.
Jasryn Storm, Dorian said by way of greeting. He placed his hand on the young
mages shoulder, and smiled at him. How are you feeling?
Better, the boy answered. Fafnir purred and crawled up onto his customary place,
about his masters shoulders. Jasryns fingers flexed, aching for something to do, something to
hold. He ran his tongue over his lips, still staring at the staff, and then he frowned deeply. My
spells! Theyre all gone! By the three moons! What did you do to me?
Dorian frowned. The clerics tried to exercise you, and when that didnt work, Garnet
used his axe to knock it from your grasp.

Jasryns widened, and then he nodded with understanding. That axe is a magic sink. It
mustve wiped my mind of all my prepared spells.
Meaning? Dorian asked, a little frightened. Theyd broken the bond between Jasryn
and the staff, and were more than a little frightened for his life. What if theyd somehow robbed
him of his powers? A mage who could not cast magic spells was less than useless.
Meaning, I cant cast any magic until I study the incantations again, Jasryn told him.
Dorian breathed a sigh of relief. He pointed to the staff, floating silently nearby. All
right. Just dont touch that thing again until youre sure you can handle it.
The boys blue eyes flashed in the dark, and he looked the ranger directly in the eye.
Dorian, we cant just leave it behind!
I didnt say that, Dorian said slowly.
Mark did.
The ranger and the knight shared a look. We cant leave it, Dorian agreed. But I want
you absolutely certain you can handle that thing before you even try touching it again. Am I
clear?
Jasryn nodded. Crystal. But Dorian, Im going to have to learn to use it, eventually.
The staff can destroy Blizzard, and Danvil Felcraft into the bargain.
Jasryn, you were a wizard before you found that staff, Dorian Barrett told him
solemnly. You have all the power you need, if you only dare to look for it, deep within
yourself.
Jasryn looked directly into the half-elf lords eyes, and slowly nodded. This man was far
older and wiser than he appeared. Aye, my lord.

Good. Now, go and study your spells. Something tells me were going to need your
abilities soon, young mage.
The boy nodded. He wandered over to a boulder, removed his white leather-bound tome
of magic, and began to read. Dorian and Markham noticed that after a few moments, the staff
began to float over toward Jasryn again. Heart in his throat, the knight was about to cry out a
warning. Dorian grabbed his arm.
Wait, Dorian said cautiously. The staff stopped moving, continuing to float nearby.
Apparently, it remains within a certain distance of Jasryn. This could work to our advantage.
How? Its stalking him, like a wolf, Markham noticed. He set his jaw. I dont like
it.
No, I dont think so, Dorian answered, trying to calm his friend. In any case, it solves
one problem: how to carry the staff out of here without touching it.
Markham saw the wisdom in this, and nodded in agreement. He drew his cape about
him, feeling a sudden chill. Good. Id better see to the perimeter. Weve lingered here too
long already. Im surprised the lich and his cronies havent found us by now
A low keening moan, much like the wind, began to fill the cavern. The stirring air blew
his hair and cape. Markham looked about, nervously. The torches fluttered in the passing wind.
The sound of small leathery wings fluttered near the ceiling. His hand drifted for his sword hilt.
What Markham began.
I think you spoke too soon, Dorian began. Bats. Somethings spooked them. Look.
Markhams gaze followed the direction the half-elf indicated. Fafnir appeared skittish,
hissing. Jasryn was forced to stop reading, to comfort the small dragon. The mage put the book
away, and slowly got to his feet, eyes scanning the ceiling.

Dorian, Jasryn began, his voice tense.
I see it, mage. Were out of time, Dorian told him, and called a warning to the whole
group. Swords out! Somethings coming!
Humph! Garnet grumbled. A fine time for an attack. My head feels like a storm giant
walloped me with a club the size of an oak tree.
Tiara, Dallyn began, drawing his longsword with a distinctive Shing! of steel being
unsheathed from a metal scabbard. Somethings coming.
The lady knight nodded. She began making motions with her hand, and then realized that
Sir Dallyn wasnt from her regiment, and didnt know the hand-signals. Circle around. Cry out
at the first sign of trouble.
Sound advice, my lady, Dallyn returned, and began his circuit. The blade began to
glow a dull blue, increasing in intensity with each passing moment. Dallyn swallowed. Like all
elves, he disliked being this far underground. It wasnt natural, and he didnt want to be torn
apart by anything unnatural.
Now, Dorian and Timberwolf had their bows out, pointed toward the ceiling. Spread
out. Look for more of those things.
Dorian, I really dont think its the cavern dweller spiders, Jasryn told him.
Lads right, Dorian, Garnet agreed. Dumb creatures like that are hiding from us, now
that they know were not such an easy meal. This is something else.
Listen, Princess Mercidith began, holding her holy symbol out. Do you hear it? That
low moaning.
Tis just the wind, Markham began, trying to convince himself of it. The dwarven
runes etched into his weapons blade were glowing, however. Something was coming.

The moaning increased into a blood-curdling cry, and a human shape shimmered into
existence. It looked like a human Squire of Solamnia, but insubstantial, and it glowed a pale
greenish-white. The figure held a ghostly sword in his hand, eyes wide and staring.
A ghost! Tiara cried, and dropped her sword in horror. Frightened out of her mind, the
lady knight turned and fled. Its Steven! Hes come back for us!
Tiara! Dorian yelled after her. Wait!
Markhams eyes went wide, his hands growing numb. His throat was too dry to speak.
He swallowed, and then said in a hoarse voice, That is Steven!
Or whats left of him, Timberwolf added cautiously.
Oh, how interesting! Shyla bubbled, walking fearlessly up to him. Hi, Steven! Boy,
were we worried! Say, whats it like to be a ghost?
Shyla! Garnet cried, yanking the kender back behind him. Doorknob of a kender!
Stay away from it! A ghost can drain ye!
Specter, not a ghost, Jasryn corrected, looking coldly at the shade. He was trying to
determine if this was a real apparition, or just another one of Jomans illusions. Also, he was
concerned that the power of the staff mightve had something to do with this. That Wraithform
spell had made the two of them as insubstantial as mist. Could it have anchored the poor kids
spirit to this plane of existence, as well?
The specter seemed to examine each one of them, until he turned to Jasryn. Then, Steven
moaned even louder, and started drifting in the mages direction. You didnt save me! Why did
you leave me to die?

Jasryn, Markham Swordhawk began, sidling up next to his friend, sword up. The mage
reached under his left sleeve and pulled out his dagger, a weapon of last resort, should his magic
powers fail for some reason.
Hes anchored to this area. Careful! Only magic can possibly harm it, the mage
warned, holding the small blade in front of him, in what he hoped was a threatening manner.
Fafnir hissed at the apparition, frightened, but not wanting to leave his master.
The specter drifted toward him, saw the magic blades, covered his transparent head with
an arm, and moaned piteously. Why did you leave me to die? Cowards!
Dont let him touch you! Garnet warned. He held his great dwarven axe out in front of
him, advancing on the ghostly form of their squire. Itll drain the life right out o ye!
Hes right, Jasryn added. Timberwolf, try to draw a bead on it with your blessed
arrows!
Go, Steven, Mercidith was intoning, holding the platinum owl out in front of her.
Travel toward the light. Go in peace.
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! the specter cried, and flew, fast as a flash, toward Tiara.
There was nothing any of them couldve done, it was so quick. It grabbed at the lady knight with
its chill touch, and the lady screamed in agony.
AARRRRGH! GET IT OFF OF ME! HURRY! Tiara cried. She stumbled and fell,
crawling frantically away on hands and knees. The specter held on, refusing to let go.
Gods, Timberwolf cried. He had an arrow nocked and ready to fire, his hand straight
and sure, but there was panic in his voice. I cant shoot the ghost without getting her, too!
Jasryn turned to the staff. He didnt want to use it again this soon, unprepared, but there
was nothing for it. Jasryn hadnt had the time to memorize any spells, and he needed his

weapon. The good magician held out his hand, fingers open in a grasping motion. Arion, hear
me.
Your friend needs us. Act quickly, lad. The staffs voice echoed inside his head.
Jasryn frowned at it. One condition. You will never try to take me over again, is that
clear?
How am I to guide your actions in combat? the voice inquired.
The teenaged mage ran a tongue across his dry lips, thinking quickly. He knew this
bargain with the spirit of the staff would last for the rest of his days.
You can guide me, but do not ever try to possess me again. Do we have a bargain?
Jasryn asked, in as firm a voice as he could manage. He only hoped his desperation to save Tiara
wasnt getting through, although he thought Arion knew that already.
Only in combat, the voice answered firmly. We must act as one, or there will be an
unnecessary delay. That could get you killed.
Deal, Jasryn said, hoping he wouldnt regret his decision. Another blood-curdling
scream from Tiara urged him on. The staff flew directly to his outstretched hand. Jasryn
grabbed it from the air as if it were part of him, like it had always belonged there. He pointed the
mounted crystal ball directly at the apparition and shouted, Shirak!
The amethyst erupted in purple-white light, illuminating the whole area for ten yards all
around. The light penetrated the ghost, which moaned in agony, then dissipated quickly. The
silence that followed was a stark contrast to the horror that had menaced them all just moments
before.

Oh, Jasryn. Markham began, a new look of horror on his face. The knight was
reaching out for his friend, across a distance of ten feet. He felt helpless, seeing the staff once
more in Jasryns hand, lit and illuminating the whole cavern with eerie light.
Its all right, Mark, Jasryn told him in his own voice. Weve come to an
understanding.
An understanding? Garnet Irondelve cried out. He had his axe out again, prepared
to use it once more to save his friend. Jasryn Storm, how can you come to an understanding
with a stick of wood?
Arion is possessed of the spirit of a White Robed Wizard, Jasryn patiently explained,
looking at his friend across the distance. He wont try to possess me anymore. Our relationship
is symbiotic, now.
Symwhat?
Symbiotic, the young mage explained. He was now staring at the beautifully crafted
staff, examining its smooth shaft and intricate artwork. Each of us gains something. I have
access to the knowledge and spells of a high-level archmage, and he gains an agent to continue
his war on evil.
Right, Garnet said slowly, shaking his head. Im glad ye explained it. I feel so much
better now. Laddie, if I even suspect that things tryin to take ye over again
I understand, my friend, and I appreciate it, Jasryn told him in his own, soft voice.
Then, his eyes hardened. Just dont try anything while were in the middle of a battle, okay?
Come on, Markham urged. We darent linger here any longer. Two attacks in a few
hours is tempting fate.

I quite agree, Dorian told him. Dallyn, please go after Tiara. As soon as you find her,
well move on. Garnet, please take point. Timberwolf and I will follow, bows ready. Markham,
you and the others will follow. Keep the mage and her Highness in the middle of the group.
Aye, milord, Dallyn answered, and ran off to find the knight. She would be humiliated,
he knew, and angry with herself. Lady Tiara was the highest ranking of the three knights
present. On the way, he passed a one-handed bastard sword that lay on the ground where its
owner had dropped it. The fine steel blade and its bejeweled hilt gleamed orange in the
flickering torchlight. The elfin knight sheathed his own weapon, and picked up the ladys with
his free hand. Holding the torch aloft in his left fist, the knight went forward boldly into the
darkness of the cavern, back the way they had come.
The ground was rough and uneven, the rocky floor slick with water and slippery from
loose gravel. Dallyns flickering torch only penetrated the darkness so far, about fifteen feet. A
chill breeze brought gooseflesh along his arms and up his spine, penetrated to his very bones.
Something sinister lurked out there, something darker than the blackness of the cavern. Not for
the first time, the elf wished hed thought to bring along a lantern with extra flasks of oil, or
better yet, that the artifact hadnt been hidden down here at all. Elves detested being
underground; they favored open places, woods filled with birdsong and tree branches, heavily
laden with green leaves swaying in the breeze.
My lady? Dallyn cried, looking around. The twinkling gemstones trapped in the
natural walls held no power to entrance him; he just wanted to find the knight and get out of
here. Lady Tiara! Where are you?
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
allyn ventured a little further into the darkness. He was back at their earlier
campsite by the pool of water and the underground stream. Of Lady Tiara, he saw no sign. He
sincerely hoped she hadnt dashed down one of the side-passageways in her panic. The cavern
stretched on for miles, spiderwebbing into passageways and chambers that had never seen the
light of day, and gods only knew what foul creatures called this place their home. On a hunch,
Dallyn took the branch to the right. The passageway twisted forward for twenty feet before it
opened up into another vast chamber. One natural formation appeared to resemble a hideous
altar to some subterranean god. Shuddering, Dallyn soldiered on.
Lady Tiara? he cried, his voice echoing all about the vast natural chamber. He stayed
well clear of the altar formation, and therefore failed to notice the bloodstains still present on the
rock. Someone had indeed once used it for an altar to some dark god in the distant past, but he
didnt know that for certain. He just suspected it.
My lady? Dallyn asked cautiously.
Im afraid the good lady knight cannot hear you, a sultry voice answered him. It was
male, with a thick Silvanesti accent, and very familiar.
Dallyn spun in the dark, his white pegasus cloak swirling with the movement. His torch
hissed, and the unfamiliar weapon clutched in his hand began to glow and hum. He was used to
his fathers fine elvish blade, not this clumsy thing that was meant to be wielded two-handed.
Still, if worse came to worst, Dallyn could always toss this sword at his assailant, and then draw
his own enchanted weapon.

The figure of a man, darker than the shadowy blackness that surrounded him, appeared to
move. He was robed in black, and bore an ebony wood staff which closely resembled Jasryns.
The mans features were elvish, albeit a bit more sinister, and his eyes gleamed with hatred.
Both the mages eyes and the gemstone set in his staff glowed with a baleful scarlet light. Lying
at his feet was Tiara; whether alive or dead, Dallyn couldnt tell.
Deathbird, Dallyn said, addressing the man by his infamous elfin title, speaking in
flawless Silvanesti. Have you been stalking us all this time?
Stalking, Dallyn? Following you stealthily, more like.
Dallyn regarded the unconscious woman lying on the cavern floor by the mages feet,
pointing with Lady Tiaras sword. I suppose she just stumbled and broke her own neck,
villain.
You wound me, mortal, Lundar Eclipse continued, switching to Common. The lady
came running toward me in a panic, probably from that specter the nine of you created. Not a
very bright move, subjecting young Steven to a Wraithform spell when he was dying. Jasryn
trapped his soul between worlds that way.
Ill be sure to mention that to him, Dallyn retorted, not taking his eyes off the dark
mage. You still havent answered my question about Lady Tiara.
Eclipse looked like hed bitten into something sour. He was deathly silent for a moment,
and Dallyn remembered Jasryns warning, that he could spellcast unlike any known wizard.
The little tart attacked me with her bare hands. I was forced to cast a sleep spell upon her.
Dallyn frowned at that. Shes just asleep?
Of course, Eclipse said, a little too sweetly, smiling at him as a viper would. Did you
really believe I would needlessly slay a member of my own party?

You still consider yourself one of us? Dallyn asked incredulously. After you
betrayed us, tried to fry us with that staff of yours?
In my anger I made a mistake, Eclipse explained, as if asking him to pass the salt at the
dinner table. As did you. Jasryn is far too young and inexperienced to handle an intelligent
artifact like that staff. It will take him over.
The elfin knight remained silent. Eclipse took his cue.
So, youve already noticed, Eclipse said dryly. The black robed wizard gestured
toward the sleeping form of Tiara, and she awakened. The female knight sat up, rubbing her
head. Every moment counts, now. Come, quickly.
Without another word, the black wizard turned and stalked off in the direction of the
party, his inky velvet robes trailing, rustling softly on the rocky ground. Dallyn paused long
enough to make sure Tiara was all right, then the two of them rushed off after him.
Dallyn was prepared for trouble. Hed already handed Tiaras sword back to her, and his
own enchanted longsword was in his hand.
Dorian! Lundars back!
Dallyns warning echoed throughout the cavern. The elfin knight knew he was taking a
serious risk, calling out like that. Should Sunder, Raistlin, or any of his minions be searching for
them, hed just announced exactly where they were. However, he couldnt just let Lundar
Eclipse waltz right up to them without any warning. By the time he and Tiara rejoined the
others, they were all arrayed against the black robed mage, prepared to battle him, if necessary.
you seriously expect us to believe that, Lundar? Dorian was saying. The half-elf had
his enchanted rapier out, as he bravely stood between the wizard and his friends. Just behind
him were Markham and Timberwolf, similarly armed. The young white robed mage and the

Staff of Air, which was the subject of their discussion, stood just behind them. Dallyn noticed
that the amethyst crystal glowed brilliantly, and a slight breeze blew through the vast darkened
cavern, carrying the faint scent of snow.
Dorian Barrett, you know me to be neither rash nor impulsive, the black wizard began
smoothly, sounding completely reasonable. He made no threatening movements, and his black
hood was down, revealing his elegant, elven features. All now knew this face to be a facade.
Eclipse was a powerful, ancient dragon, more than capable of killing them all with little effort.
Jasryn might last the longest, being a dragon himself, but he was far younger and inexperienced,
and the end was not in doubt. So why, they all wondered, didnt this creature just strike, and
simply take the staff?
Because he cant, Dorian realized. Eclipse still needs us. He needs Jasryn. What was it
the boy said? No wizard can possess more than one staff at a time? If thats true, then he needs
Jasryn alive, and he knows the boy will never help him if he kills the rest of us.
Youve seen how the staff can consume a mage, completely take him over? It takes an
iron will to maintain constant control, and at times, that control slips. This is true even of a
master archwizard, such as myself. My own staff momentarily took control of my body,
possessed me. I was not myself, and Iapologize. To all of you. How, then, can a mere
apprentice hope to long withstand the blandishments of that artifact? You must let me help you,
or the boy will be forever lost.
Dorian, I cant believe youre actually listening to this, Markham said, brandishing his
enchanted greatsword. The runes etched along the blade were glowing faintly. If the knight read
that correctly, it meant that the sword detected evilno surprise there, the black-robed traitor
was standing a mere twenty feet in front of thembut it also meant that threat did not

immediately intend them harm. Jasryn has the same staff this wizard has. Together we could
slay the foul beast.
Markham, you will do no such thing, Dorian said firmly, in a commanding tone.
Stand ready. Jasryn, I need your opinion. Is what he says true?
The white robed mage stood as still as a statue, observing the entire exchange with a
critical eye. His hand rested firmly on his own staff, prepared to attack or defend at a moments
notice. However, he really didnt think that was the evil wizards plan. His words have the ring
of truth, Dorian. However, I cannot be certain that the Staff of Fire took him over, as Arion did
to me. Lundar is older, and far more experienced in the Art than I am.
Jasryn, you dont know, Dorian asked, turning his head slightly in the young mages
direction.
Correct, Jasryn answered with a shrug. I wish I could be of more help.
So, we should just give this evil traitor the benefit of the doubt? Garnet asked, his
dwarven battle-axe humming. He was still wobbly, could barely stand, but was acting on sheer
anger and determination. If their enemy even suspected he could hardly hold up the axe,
doubtless hed be the very first target, which was why the dwarf hung back and stayed to the
shadows.
In a pigs eye, Markham grunted in agreement. Dorian
My, my, what a delicious sight, a hollow, wheezing voice said, echoing throughout the
vast cavern. All heads turned and saw the lich, Joman the Dark, standing by a thick stalagmite;
his diaphanous, torn black robes drifting like spider webs about his thin, rotting form. He wasnt
alone. Before him was a regiment of animated skeletons, ghosts, and flesh and blood orcs. All
bore some form of weapon, from twisted and sinuous broadswords, to rusted and ancient blades,

and most wore patches of armor. Some even bore shields, taken from past victims, doubtless
adventuring parties foolish enough to wander into the darkness of the wizards catacombs at
Daltigoth. How amusing, to see my enemies fighting amongst themselves. A few more
minutes, and you might have done my servants work for them.
Save the empty threats, you refuge from a carnival, Markham Swordhawk countered
bravely, sword held high. Now, the runes glowed brilliantly, and the weapon hummed and
vibrated in his gloved hands. We know theyre nothing but wisps of smoke and bits of
dreams.
UhMark, Jasryn began, hesitantly. His face was whiter than usual, nearly matching
the shade of his samite robes. Those soldiers look very real. Even Fafnirs on edge; he smells
their foul odor.
Thats because they are real, Storm, Lundar Eclipse said in his usual, patronizing tone.
The crystals atop our staves are Gems of True Seeing, the light they give off washes away all
illusion.
I was about to say that, Jasryn countered. He held his staff aloft, and called forth an
arctic wind, which howled through the tunnels from outside. He was prepared to blast apart the
skeleton warriors and hurl their separated bones to the far corners of the chamber with blasts of
hurricane force winds, when something else completely unexpected and far more terrifying
happened.
A loud and very distinctive click echoed through the cavern, followed by the sound of
ancient, mechanical gears groaning and squeaking into motion. The sound of rusted chains
rattling soon followed.
Oops, said Shyla in a squeaky voice.

Nothing in the whole world is more dangerous than a bored kender. The sight of a very
dangerous, murderous black robed wizard appearing on the scene had promised to be very
exciting indeed, but then, her friends did nothing but talk. The talking was boring, so Shyla
lowered her slingshot, and sat down on a nearby boulder, for a long wait. After a moment, the
boulder sank into the ground several inches, and there followed the distinctive sound of a booby
trap being set off.
Shyla, what did you do now? Garnet asked, his long beard flying with the turning of
his head.
The lich hissed in displeasure, turned, and retreated into the darkness, leaving his minions
to face whatever it was the kender had triggered. That action alone filled Dorian Barrett with
dread. Anything that could frighten the undead would surely be unpleasant to the living, to say
the least. The grinding sound increased in volume, and the rumble of rock sliding against rock
filled the air.
Run! Dorian cried. He only spared a glance at the ceiling of the cavern. The sharp
pointed stalactites were lowering toward them, accompanied by the distinctive hiss of gas
flowing.
Nobody needed to be told twice. All started to run, save Timberwolf, who helped a
dazed and weak Garnet, and Jasryn, who paused to point the crown of his staff at the lowering
ceiling. The gem increased its glow in response to his concentration.
Storm! Lundar yelled, the only one to see the young mage linger. That ceiling
weighs hundreds of tons! You cant possibly stop it!
Im not trying to, Jasryn returned. It was all he dared say, poring his full concentration
into directing his spell. Poisonous, yellowish gas flowed out of cracks and crevices in the

lowering ceiling. A chill wind blew through the cavern to meet it, blowing it away from his
party, and toward the orcs. As soon as the yellowish cloud reached the enemy soldiers, they
started to gag. One by one, they dropped their weapons, grasping their throats, eyes bulging
from their sockets.
There is a time to fight, and a time to flee, Lundar Eclipse intoned, cold and
determined. Jasryn had been so intent on casting his spell that he hadnt noticed the elder mage
approach, silent and deadly. The thin elf threw his great, voluminous black cloak about the
boys shoulders, and made a motion with his other hand.
Darkness enfolded them both, and a deep, penetrating cold seeped into the boys very
bones. Jasryn Storm felt as if hed been swallowed whole by his own grave. Even his familiar
was disoriented by the experience, and he could feel Fafnirs terror through their special
connection. In this queer, unearthly place, there was no light, no warmth, and no sense of up or
down. He floated in darkness, aware of an immense shape beside him, blacker than the stygian
darkness which surrounded them. Clouds of ebony flowed past a sky of midnight blue, and
twisted trees dotted the landscape. Jasryn realized that hed been transported to another realm, a
world which bordered his own, but for the life of him, he couldnt tell which one.
Suddenly, his felt solid rock beneath his feet once more. His staff rested on solid earth,
and he leaned heavily on it. Jasryn felt as weak as a newborn puppy. He had absolutely no idea
what transport spell Lundar had just employed, using no words of magic, nothing but a gesture.
He now knew the black robed magician to be an incredibly ancient dragon, and the thought
terrified him.

Jasryn! Lundar! Markham Swordhawk exclaimed, just running up to them. His breath
was ragged, and sweat poured down his face, having just run a great distance. The knight
swallowed a few breaths of air, and then asked, How did you get ahead of us?
We are wizards, knight, Lundar explained off-handedly. We have mastered
knowledge beyond your ken.
Shadow, Jasryn finally managed to get out. On his shoulders, Fafnir actually
shuddered, his small leathery wings fluttering. You transported us through the realm of
shadow.
Why, of course, youngling, Lundar explained. I am a shadowdragon, after all. I can
travel from shade to shade at will
Dont you ever do that to me again! Jasryn yelled, his face turning two shades of red.
He sputtered for a moment, straightening. His blue eyes turned a deep golden. So help me,
Lundar Eclipse
Dont be such a hatchling, the black wizard sneered. Perhaps you wouldve preferred
to remain back there, to be crushed under tons of solid rock? How do you think I transported our
horses here from Solace?
No wonder Gust was so skittish when I rode him! Jasryn yelled. Lundar
Jasryn, enough, Dorian ordered. Save it for a time when we dont have an army of
undead servants chasing after us.
Through tons of rock blocking the cavern back there? I doubt it, Dorian, Markham
answered, in defense of his friend. He pointed ahead of them, to the darkness beyond. Hed lost
his torch in the mad scramble, and Shyla had lost hers. By the eerie light of the two wizards

staves, however, they could just barely make out a tunnel, where the walls of this cavern
narrowed. And there, he thought he saw the ghost of daylight. Garnet, is that the way out?
Aye, by my beard, Garnet Irondelve answered. The pudgy index finger on his right
hand pointed at the underground stream. The water flows this way. We must be very near the
cavern entrance. Follow me, everyone!

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
ho are you people? Where is my father? Tiara asked plaintively,
demanding an answer. The lady knight looked around her in confusion. Her features were those
of the woman they had come to know over the past few weeks, although a touch of gray now
streaked her long blond hair, and a few crows feet lined her blue eyes. Her stance was not that
of an experienced commander in the Solamnic Knighthood; it more resembled a squire, just
learning her craft. The sword was held limply in her right hand, pointed toward the ground. Her
continence now expressed an innocence of a young girl.
I was afraid of this, Lundar Eclipse announced sadly, and approached the lady knight.
She backed off a step at the sight of the black robed wizard, but his hand shot out, thin fingers
gripping her wrist in a firm grip. His dark eyes gazed deeply into hers. Regrettably, he shook
his head.
Afraid of what? Dorian asked, walking up to them. The tone of his voice indicated he
already suspected the answer.
Aye, Garnet Irondelve chimed in, in an accusing tone of voice. He took a few steps
toward them, too. What did ye do t her, ye refuge from the Abyss?
I did nothing, you buffoon of a dwarf, Lundar hissed. And I told you to keep that axe
away from me!
Ill do moren that, if ye hurt Garnet began, but Dorian waved him off.
Put up your axe, friend Garnet, the half-elf said gently. Lundars not to blame for this,
I think.

Aye, Timberwolf said sadly. He reached out and touched Tiaras cheek with his
fingertips. Her eyes are vacant of all recent memory. Twas the specter that did this foul
deed!
I am glad at least some of you are veteran campaigners, the black robed wizard
muttered. The specter of Steven Kiteshield took his revenge on the woman hed trusted to
protect him in life.
Dorian and I have had some experience with the undead, Timberwolf admitted grimly.
The Rangerlord chewed his lip. More than wed like. How much of her memory and
experience did the specter steal from her? Dorian asked.
Too much of it, Im afraid, Lundar answered, and then sighed. The lady knight is now
more of a hindrance than a help to us.
Whats that supposed to mean? Jasryn asked plaintively.
It means, my very young apprentice, that you shouldve learned how to properly wield
that staff you bear before you attempted to use it in combat, Lundar chided. The spell you
used to free the squires bodyWraithformtrapped his unfortunate soul between worlds when
he died, turned him into a specter, and resulted in this.
Jasryn swallowed in a dry throat. Idid what?
Stop blaming Jasryn, Mercidith insisted, stepping up between them. He risked his life
to save Steven, which is far more than you would do!
Yeah! Shyla piped up. Hes just as good a magician as you, Lundar!
Im sure youre just as good a judge on the competence of wizards as you are at setting
off ancient booby traps, Lundar returned dryly. Or our resident gnome is at spotting those
mechanical devices.

I see youre expert at deflecting blame from yourself by accusing others, Markham
retorted. His eagles eye gaze was now fixed firmly on the black magicians face. His
continence never wavered. To his credit, the elfin wizard met the knights gaze with his own
unflinching cold stare.
I am merely stating facts which should have been obvious to all of you, prior to our
entering the catacombs
Shyla expertly disarmed three traps none of the rest of us wouldve even noticed on
doors in the crypt, and if not for Gnebbich, we never wouldve found that hidden stairway into
these caverns, much less even known about the staffs location in the first place.
Enough bickering, Dorian countered. We are still very much in danger. Markham,
you and Garnet take point. Lundar, were depending on you and Jasryn to protect us from any
nasty surprises we might not be aware of
My lord, with all due respect, I cannot condone trusting this Markham began.
I said, that will be enough, Knight Swordhawk, Dorian insisted, biting off the words.
Save the bickering for when were safely back in the fortress.
Markham continued to glare at them, the black robed wizard and the Palanthian half-elfin
Rangerlord hed trusted to lead them all until now, and finally turned. He stalked off down
toward Garnet Irondelve, an old friend he knew he could trust. He stayed well clear of that
magic-stealing axe, however. Whatever else he was, Markham Swordhawk was nobodys fool.
Jasryn Storm stood watching this, deep in thought. He watched Tiaras vacant gaze with
a guilty conscience. He knew full-well that Lundars assessment and accusation were correct.
Since hed come into possession of this blasted staff, hed managed to get one person killed, and
cost another her memories and life experience, all in the space of a single day.

Jasryn, its not your fault, Princess Mercidith offered gently, her hand resting on the
boys thin arm. You did your best to protect us from the monsters down here. You mastered
the staff in a very short time. Its not your fault that youre unfamiliar with the spells it
contains.
I thank you for your kind words, Highness, but Lundar was right. Im beginning to
think Id never even heard of this staff, the mage replied, and set off to follow the others, his
white robes flowing behind him.
Gnebbich had produced a small, disk-shaped device from his backpack, and was studying
it. It was palm-sized, made of brass, and had a lid which was open. He concentrated on it,
turned about a bit, nodded. Finally, he approached Dorian.
Dorian, this is a magneticcompassandmonstersensingdevice Gnebbich began his
long and drawn out explanation.
In Common, Gnebbich, Dorian insisted. Were a little short on time.
The small gnomes brown nose crinkled as he smiled. I dont detect any more
monstrous creatures within the immediate area, solid or insubstantial, living or dead
You can tell all that from that small device? Dorian asked, incredulous. Why didnt
you use it before now?
Its still experimental, Gnebbich admitted. But it appears to be functional. The
nearest creature is beyond the devices range, which is 500 yards.
Dorian straightened. I see. Thank you, Gnebbich. Let me know the moment you see
any monsters.
Of course, the gnome said. He smiled broadly, now. Thank you for having faith in
me, Dorian.

Dont mention it, the half-elf said, and followed after the others.
Garnet Irondelve trod the unfamiliar natural tunnel as a wood elf strolled his home forest.
Dwarves were at home under the earth, working at the roots of a mountain, quarrying marble,
granite, flint, and other stones for building projects. The gold, silver, steel, platinum, and
precious gems they found were used to decorate the homes and feast halls the dwarven nation
called home. A dwarf could tell which direction he was facing, and how far beneath the surface
he was, the same way a human could tell direction by the position of the sun and the stars
pinwheelling in the sky.
Enchanted battleaxe held firmly in his right hand, Garnets gentle gray eyes missed
nothing. Flowstone and stalagmites, glittering with bits of crystal and precious metals, caught
his eye as he passed them. Tis a shame I cannae stop to procure a few samples for my forge
back home, Garnet reflected. Aw, well. Better keep my mind on the job, and get these good
people back to the surface. Blast it to the Abyss, never did trust that black wizard! Probably
has friends o his waitin on us as soon as we emerge from these caves. Probably in league with
Danvil Felcraft himself! Dunno why Dorians trustin him, unless
Oh, by the Great Forge! Garnet exclaimed, and stopped. He turned around to face his
old friend, Markham Swordhawk. The knight approached him, a quizzical look on his face.
Garn, you okay? Markham asked. He held back a bit, fearing what the dwarfs axe
might do to his enchanted sword. The torch in his hand also messed up Garnets special
Darkvision a bit, but that couldnt be helped. Humans couldnt see in the dark.
Mark, dont ye think tis a bit unusual for an experienced ranger like Dorian Barrett to
be trusting a black robed magician, especially after weve learned that hes really an evil
dragon? the dwarf asked plainly. His right eye closed slightly, and his jaw clenched.

The knight froze in his tracks. You think he magicked him? What does Jasryn call it, a
charm spell?
Aye, Garnet said with authority. A charm spell. Real convenient, specially after
Dallyn found Tiara with him, and her memory gone!
By Paladines silver Dragonlance, Markham breathed. Weve been had!
Our leader has, I doubt not, Garnet agreed.
Well make our stand right here, Markham stated. He turned around to face the tunnel,
tossing his cloak over his shoulder and hefting his greatsword with both hands. The torch he left
stuck in the cleft of a nearby rock. His blue-gray eyes glittered fiercely.
The two friends stood there as the torch popped and wind howled through the tunnels
from the entrance, somewhere up ahead of them. Soon, figures emerged into the circle of orange
firelight. Timberwolf, Princess Mercidith, Shyla and Gnebbich, and finally Dorian. The
Rangerlord frowned at them.
Trouble? he asked, inquiring why theyd stopped with a single word of query.
Could say that, Dorian, Markham answered evenly.
Youll forgive us, friend, if we test a theory, Garnet said, looking the half-elf straight in
the eye. The ranger returned the look, stare for stare.
Gentlemen, what are you up to? Dorian asked. In his peripheral vision, he saw the
others, including Timberwolf, sharing the same expression on their own faces. Whatever was
going on, apparently the rest of the party agreed with the dwarfs decision.
They waited in silence for a few more moments, until the two mages approached,
bringing up the rear. Jasryn took a few more steps, stopped next to Dorian. Lundar continued

ceaselessly. When he saw the looks he was getting, he continued forward, then stopped some
twelve feet from the dwarf, frowning furiously.
What is it now, dwarf? Did you find some magical barrier your tiny little mind cannot
comprehend? the dark elf said in a patronizing tone. The expression on his face was extremely
arrogant, although he gave that magic-stealing axe a respectful distance.
Garnet gripped the heft of his massive battleaxe a little harder. His eyes never left the
dark figure before him. The dwarf knew he could kill this traitor easily, and he was the only one
who could. At best, even armed with a staff matching Eclipses own, all Jasryn could do was
battle him to a stalemate. Jasryn would protect the others, Garnet was sure. All he had to do was
kill the black robe.
Release Dorian from your spell, Lundar, Garnet insisted, his tone of voice tight, or Ill
kill you where you stand.
Lundar Eclipse stared at the dwarf for a moment, and then did something none of them
had ever seen him do before. He began to laugh. He laughed so hard, his black hood fell back
from his head, revealing an elfs features, but skin which was parchment white, as if he hadnt
seen the sun in many long years.
Dwarf, do you really believe that weapon makes you a match for me? I am over two
thousand years old. My true form is over one hundred feet long, my wings are impenetrable
shadow, and my breath is darkness so complete it drains the light of life from mortals. Through
the magic of the black moon, I can access much of my old power
If youre so tough, then why is your hand trembling? Garnet asked plainly, pointing.
Lundar looked. His staff shook slightly. Normally, his fist was rock-still. Blast this
mortal. His weapon is causing

I think youre just plain scared, and rightfully so, Garnet told him. Now, release
Dorian, or Ill chop ye into cordwood.
Lundarquarian Eclipse stopped laughing. He paused a moment, sighed through his nose,
and nodded once. With a simple pass of his right hand, a wisp of smoke curled up from his thin
fingertips, and the deed was done; his charm dispelled.
Dorian Barrett shook his head as if trying to clear it. He blinked once, then frowned
darkly at the black wizard. You black-robed bastard! Lundar, if you hadnt used sorcery on me
Of course I had to, half-elf, the wizard replied evenly. I really was overcome by the
intelligence residing in my staff when I attacked you earlier, and I couldnt be certain youd
allow me to help your party otherwise.
We dont need your help, black robe, Markham Swordhawk insisted. We already
have a wizard.
Were only goin say this once, Garnet Irondelve grated. Leave now.
Eclipse looked around him, taking in each and every face, seeing the same decision on all
of them, even the gnome and the kender. He ended by fixing his gaze upon Dorian. I know
what hunts you, and you will regret this decision.
The shadows gathered about the dark elfs thin form. Princess Mercidith stepped
forward, hand held out.
Wait!
All eyes turned to the princess. Quickly, she strode with deliberate purpose to the
Rangerlord. Dorian, hes right.
Your Highness

Please, listen, Mercidith insisted. Dorian breathed through his nose, expelling his
anger, and decided to remain silent. Dorian, I know hes as evil as the winter night is long, but
hes right. Goddess only knows what numbers of the enemy were facing when we exit these
caverns, and Jasryn is still learning how to control the staff. Even if hed spent years with it, hes
still just one wizard. He cant possibly protect us from an army of Dark Knights.
So, youre saying we should actually trust this traitor? Dallyn asked plaintively.
Are ye daft, lassie? Garnet asked, then quickly added, Yer Imperial Highness.
The princess folded her arms across her chest, and glared down at the dwarven warrior.
I was trained to rule an empire, Garnet Irondelve. I think that Im a good judge of character, to
say nothing of the situation were in.
Mercimy lady, Markham began, walking up to her. He looked decidedly
uncomfortable, and hoped none of the others noticed. Mark felt as if it were written across his
forehead, the fact that he was in love with her. With all due respect, madam, how do we know
you were not charmed as well?
No, Mark, I most certainly have not been enchanted, by Lundar or anyone, Mercidith
stated flatly, letting her statement hang in the air for a moment. Even with your magic sword,
are you a match for twenty Dark Knights?
Id spend my very life to defend you, Lady Markham answered evenly, after
swallowing.
How about that foul Danvil Felcraft, Jasryns old master? Mercidith added.
Markham blinked. Well.
Not to mention an overgrown red dragon?

All right, my lady, Dorian Barrett interrupted, stepping between them. Youve made
your point. The Black Wizard stays, so long as he behaves himself.
I wouldnt dream of doing otherwise, my good lord, Lundar assured with a flourish of
his cloak. I know Danvil Felcraft, far better than I care to. The dastardly villain isnt expecting
us to be armed with two of the elemental staves. Between both of us, Jasryn and I should be able
to handle Felcraft and Cinder. The rest of you will have to handle the knights, Im afraid.
Dorian stared at Eclipse dubiously. The two of you can handle an archwizard and a
bloated red wyrm?
I used to joke that Jasryn suffered from delusions of grandeur, Markham said in
wonder.
Aye, Palin Majere was certain that the boy would one day surpass him in the Magic
Arts, Garnet confirmed. Course, now that hes armed with that blasted staff
Armed with the Staff of Air, Jasryn Storm is a match for either the dragon or Felcraft,
Eclipse confirmed. Which of these twin evils do you prefer to face, Apprentice Storm?
Jasryns eyes flashed gold in the torchlight. I wish youd stop calling me that. Ive
passed my Test.
Eclipses jaw worked as he studied the young man. So you have. Youve earned the
title of Wizard, and confirmed your right to wear the White of Solinari. Let me pose the question
again. Which of these threats would you prefer to handle, my brother wizard?
Jasryn considered for a moment, leaning on his staff. He knew both of these
creaturesfrom childhood. Cinder the Dragon was his adopted fathers mount from the Dragon
Wars. Felcraft had murdered gentle old Serannon, and kidnapped him as a boy, made him a
virtual slave. Both presented personal challenges, but to challenge Felcraft meant personal

revenge, which Solinari frowned on. Jasryn licked his lips, and chose the greater of the two
dangers.
Ill tackle the dragon. Felcrafts yours.
Eclipse stared for a moment. I wouldve thought youd prefer
Which is exactly why I didnt choose to battle him, Jasryn explained. Hed be
expecting me to fight him, too.
If you werent talking about taking on a dragon, Id say youd made a sound tactical
decision, Dorian began, stepping forward. As it is, I think youre both nuts! We enter combat
only if we have no alternative. Am I perfectly clear?
Crystal, Jasryn confirmed.
Aye, Lord Dorian, Lundar answered. I will do as you will.
See that you do. One surprise, Eclipse, and both Timberwolf and I will shoot you in the
back while Garnet distracts you with his magic-draining axe.
Eclipses face fell. Youd turn on one of your own?
When that one is you, I would. In a heartbeat, Dorian confirmed. He snapped his
fingers in Garnets direction. Master Dwarf, kindly lead us out of here. Weve overstayed our
welcome.
*
Jasryn Storm trod along through the gloomy, darkened corridors, keeping a good distance
behind Garnet. His staff lit up a pool of eerie purple-white light for twenty feet around him.
Here and there, bits of quartz crystal or raw metallic ore glinted at him in the dark. The young
mage was deep in thought and despair, mindful of the young life of the squire that was

needlessly lost, and the skills and experience of Lady Tiara Swiftlance, also needlessly lost, all
due to his incompetence.
On his shoulders, Fafnir stirred, and hissed his displeasure. Jasryn had almost forgotten
his familiar was there, curled up and asleep as usual. The mages mind was filled with images of
his bravery. He reached up and pet the small dragons scaly hide, smiling mirthlessly. Easy, my
friend. I know how you feel, but
Jasryn, can I show you something? a familiar voice suddenly asked. The wizard
looked down at his friend, Shyla. The small companion had a glittering, silvery bracelet on her
left wrist. It had very delicate writing in the form of magical runes, and four small charms
attached, which bore closer examination. A casual touch by Jasryns fingertips revealed the
familiar charge of magical energy. Ive read about this somewhere. Theyre extremely rare, if
this is what I suspect it to be.
Shyla, where did you get this? Jasryn asked.
I found it back when you killed that giant spider, Shyla answered. Its very strange.
When Sunder captured me, he wanted me to cry out for help. I called for you, and you just
appeared. I thought you used magic to
No, Shyla, I did not cast a spell to transport myself to where you were. However,
youve just confirmed what Ive suspected. Youve recovered what is known as a Friendship
Bracelet. Once per day, you can call for help from any friend you wish, and he will appear, fully
armed, Jasryn patiently explained. The mage got down on one knee, examined the bracelet a
little more closely, and then looked directly into her eyes. Theres just one thing I cant
understand.
Whats that, Jase? Shyla asked.

You couldve summoned any of us to save you from Sunder. A brave knight of
Solamnia armed with a magic sword, a Que-suh shaman, or a fierce Dwarven warrior. Yet you
chose me. Why?
Jasryn, youre a good magician, and Sunders afraid of you. Should I have chosen
someone else? Shyla asked, an inquisitive look on her face. She was suddenly afraid that she
had disturbed him, taken the wizard from something more important.
Jasryn had a blank look on his face. In a moment, he smiled, and pat her hand. No,
Shyla. I was just curious, is all. Thank you.
The kender smiled up at him. Youre welcome.
The wizard rose, gripped his staff securely, and walked on. He no longer doubted
himself.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
NICK. CLACK. BZZZZZZ! CLANG! CLANK! CRACKLE.
From the very beginning, Jasryn Storm knew there was a good reason to bring a kender
along on this expedition, besides the accusations of sentimentality from the other members of
their party. Besides obtaining lost objects from enemy forces like maps and keys, they were
proficient at opening all manner of locks. While an opening incantation like Knock would defeat
any lock, man-made or arcane, their entire race practiced the art of lockpicking until they were as
efficient as any wizards spell. They had another talent, however.
No human or elven thief could come close to the natural abilities of a kender when it
came to finding and disarming traps. Shyla was the first to spot them. They had come down
several hundred feet of natural tunnels, following the rush of water, knowing it eventually would
lead to daylight. They finally came upon stone steps, delved in a long-ago age by dwarves. A
spiral staircase, which wound around a huge stalagmite, led them further down into darkness.
Finally, the kender called a halt. The next stone step was booby-trapped. The unfortunate
adventurer who chanced to put his weight upon it would have depressed a loaded spring, opening
a trapdoor which descended toonly the gods knew what awful fate. At Shylas warning, the
entire party skipped this step, jumping down to the next one. After this, Dorian wiselyif
reluctantlyasked Shyla to scout ahead. The next trap wasnt long in coming.
The spiral staircase finally ended in a landing, which continued forward for thirty feet of
ankle-deep water, and ended in an iron-banded oak door. It looked plain enough, but the veteran
campaigners knew better than to touch it. Once more, the kender was sent forward to
investigate.
Lockpicks uncovered the first trap. A simple poisoned needle, which sprang out when
Shyla probed for the tumblers. The second trap was an anvil, which dropped onto the spot just
behind where Shyla was standing, and would surely have crushed her had she been tall as a
human. The third trap was a mechanical buzz saw, which sprang out at just the right height to
slice off her head, again, if she were human. The forth trap was a heavy stone dropped from the
ceiling, which Shyla just barely missed by jumping out of the way in time. This motion missed
the fifth trap, a serrated chain that would have cut her in half and immobilized her by pinning the
hapless victim to the wall for the sixth and final trap. This was an arcane snare, magic lightning
which would have cooked poor little Shyla inside out, again, had she been standing where the
devious designer planned.
That was interesting. Uncle Trap-Springer only found a door set with five traps, once.
Course, that was in Storms Keep, just before the third Dragon War
Kender, a little less verbosity, if you please, Lundar Eclipse said stuffily. We dont
have all day.
All heads turned in his direction.
If you think you can do any better, Black Robe Markham bit off.
Not at all, Sir Knight, Lundar smoothly returned. I have no doubt as to the kenders
unique skills to gain entry where no one ever intended. Its merely that I dont want to have to
listen to another Uncle Trap-Springer story.
For once, our dour friend here has a point, Dallyn dryly agreed. The knight stepped
forward a little, and encouraged the small adventurer. Youre doing great so far, Shyla. But we
really have to get out of here.
We will, Dallyn, Shyla told him. That was the last trap. I think. I just didnt want the
rest of you to get bored.
Were not bored, Shyla, believe me, Jasryn told her. But its a well-known fact that
the undead are more active at nighttime. Id just as soon get out while the suns up.
Meanwhile, how do we get past this door? Dallyn asked, pointing at the aged oak with
the point of his blessed sword. We have a kender and two wizards, one of which sprang from
the depths of Gehenna.
Spare me the insults, Dallyn Forestrunner, Lundar said from beneath his black velvet
cloak. Black robed wizard I might be, but one might equally ask how a high-born elf from
House Protector like yourself came to serve in a human knighthood?
Dallyn faced the dark mage, gripped his sword hilt, and set his jaw. Ask me again, you
black-hearted wyrm.
Dallyn, Timberwolf said, putting a calming hand on the knights sword-arm. The blade
lowered. None of us trusts him, but for the moment, we do require his services. Mayhap he
could open this door?
Lundar stared at him. Tis a simple enough spell, medicine man.
Aye, it is, Jasryn agreed, apprehension in his voice. He stared at the dark wooden
portal, which barred their way. But Id be hesitant to cast a spell of opening on a door so
booby-trapped. Doubtless, Shylas only found some of the traps. If only we had the key that fits
this lock
The words caught in Jasryns throat as he suddenly realized what he was saying.
Markham realized it at the exact same moment, and beat him to the punch.
Dorian! The key we found, back at that pool in the water room
Aye, Sir Knight, the Rangerlord agreed. He dug into his brown leather pouch and
pulled out the elaborate key theyd found in the still pool of water. He stepped forward, golden
key in hand, and inserted it into the lock. Instantly, the poisoned needle, knifes, and metal claws
retracted into their slots, leaving an innocuous-looking door.
Lundar, check it out, Dorian ordered.
Tsaran korilath ith hakon, Lundar Eclipse whispered, clutching a small sliver of
quartz crystal in his right hand, casting the Detect Magic cantrip, granting him the ability to see
magical auras. After half a minute, the door before them remained dark.
No booby-traps left, Lundar observed, Magical or otherwise. It seems we were right.

Lock must be rusted solid after all this time, Shyla advised, and started reaching into
her pouch for a small vial. Let me oil the tumblers.
Aye, tis stuck, right enough, Dorian agreed. He removed the key again. Be careful,
Shyla.
Gimme a break, Dorian, Shyla told him. She pulled out a small glass bottle filled with
fluid from one of her pouches, and approached the lock clutching a small eye-dropper, tongue
sticking out of the side of her mouth. Ive been doing this sorta thing since I was a little
kender.
The companions held their collective breaths while the small figure worked. Just to be on
the safe side, Jasryn gripped the shaft of his staff tighter, prepared to hurl a spell at whatever
might jump out at them next. Markham similarly raised his sword, even though the runes etched
along its blade were not even glowing. The dwarf smiled at the two of them, and laughed.
The pair o ye are too nervous, Garnet told them. If anyone can bypass the boobytraps on a door, its a kender. Nothins safe from the little buggers.
Ahem, Timberwolf cleared his throat. Hate to admit it, but the dwarfs right. Pal o
ours named Vance Needlenose once managed to get past the security in the castle of a Black
Knight captain. Never could figure out how he did it.
Thats it, Shyla announced. Her ponytail bounced as she turned around to face the
Rangerlord. Try your key now, Dorian.
Nodding, Dorian inserted the golden key into the lock once more. Newly oiled, the
mechanism turned easily. There was a satisfying click, and he pushed the door open. Garnet,
take point.
Wait, Jasryn told them. Let me try a simple spell, first.

Dorian frowned. I thought you didnt have time to memorize
Shirak, Jasryn pronounced, and a globe of eerie white light appeared in the palm of his
hand. Pale, blue-white light reflected brilliantly off his white samite robes and the reddishbrown scales of his small pseudodragon familiar. The very first cantrip any novice of magic
ever learns is how to summon light. Stand back.
The White Wizard stepped up to the portal, blew upon the globe of light, and sent it
drifting inside to the chamber beyond. Shadows danced and drifted fluidly as the light source
floated gently across the room, then came to a stop in the center. Nothing attacked the eerily
glowing ball. Jasryn breathed a sigh of relief, then dared to peek inside.
Magical white light found something, and reflected off metal within. Swords, spears,
maces, flails, halberds, axes, and even suits of armor glittered in the magical light. In a corner of
the room were three chests, overflowing with gold and silver coins and precious gems. Fafnir
chirped in pleasure, craving all the pretty treasure. Jasryn stepped inside, disturbing the dust of
untold centuries. The haft of his staff clacked upon the ancient, solid flagstones. His wizards
eyes scanned the objects, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. He reached out with his hand,
feeling for the familiar tingle of magic.
This room is an armory, Jasryn announced. He waved his friends on in. Come. It
appears safe enough.
Shyla was the next one inside, wasting no time at all in exploring the vast treasure hoard.
Typical for a kender, she cared nothing for riches; she was attracted first to those objects that
appeared interesting. A set of shiny metal marbles, an oak wood pendant on a silver chain, and a
fork stamped with the royal seal of Istar all found their way into her voluminous pouches.

Dallyn was next, followed by Markham. The human urged caution. We have all the
weapons we need, my brother. Be careful what you touch in here.
The wizard said it was safe, Dallyn responded, and sheathed his blessed longsword.
Ive heard those words from Jasryn before, Markham told him. His voice and
continence were dark. In the bowels of Castle Amarath, the home of the vampire Nefariant.
Jasryn found several items of interest, including a pair of leather boots. Damn fool put them on
before he realized they were cursed.
Jasryn frowned at his friend. Will you never forget my one mistake, Mark? I meant that
there are no monsters in here. It appears to be a sealed room with just one entrance, but I am no
kender, or elf kin. Shyla and Dallyn, see if you can find a secret door. There might yet be a
hidden passageway out of here.
Not likely, Storm, Lundar Eclipse told him, stepping silently into the room. He peered
around, having little interest in the weapons or even the chests of gold. This chamber is more
than just a simple armory. Observe the treasure in coin and precious gems. There is but the one
entrance and exit, the way we came in. Doubtless the weapons lying here are enchanted.
Could it be? Gnebbich softly breathed. On a low table were three books. Their
gold lettering was faded, their leather bindings dry, cracked, and broken. Jasryn and Lundar had
immediately dismissed the tomes as non-magical, and therefore not of any interest. To the
gnome, however, this was a treasure worth its weight in gold. He carefully picked up the
volumes, opened their covers, and read the titles. The third book was the one hed been
searching for. By my stars! It is! The Book of Lost Inventions!
The small gnome held the precious tome to his chest and hugged it tightly. The others
were happy for him.

Glad you found your book, Gnebbich, Markham told the gnome, patting him on the
head. The map had belonged to him; it was only fair that hed found something down here
worthwhile.
Why would the wizards of old have stored such rare and valuable objects here, I
wonder? Markham asked. The flickering orange light of his torch made the armor and
weapons glow.
That much is obvious, Jasryn told him. This room was intended to arm guardsmen
who were stationed in this natural cavern, a hidden entrance to the enchanted Tower of
Daltigoth. We must be very close to the exit we seek.
None of this is cursed, Lundar pronounced, after passing his staff over the pile of
weapons and armor. Enchanted, to be sure, but not cursed. Take what you will, but be quick
about it.
Markham frowned at the pile. He had his sword, Shadowsong, forged by the great
Duncan Shadowmaker himself. The mountain dwarf craftsmans masterblade, this weapon had
been coveted by every knight in Solaces garrison, even by their captain. Yet when danger
came, when the wings of the red dragon Cinder darkened their fair skies, Duncan had presented
the enchanted sword to him. Since then, Markham Swordhawk had no need of any other
weapon, magic or mundane.
Dallyn Forestrunner was similarly armed with the holy longsword of his fathers. Forged
by elven masters, the blade was blessed by the high priest of Paladine centuries past, about the
time when the foundation stone of Daltigoth Tower was first laid. He was a pegasus rider,
master of a fiery steed with swift white wings. This elfin knight yet knew that he could use other
resources, in addition to his sword. An enchanted longbow, like Timberwolf bore, or elven

armor, or perhaps a fabled Dragonlance. That would be something, to bear that legendary lance
of Baron Von Bladmere into battle, on the back of a pegasus
Jasryn, is this shield magical? Shyla asked, tugging on the wizards cloak. She held up
a magnificent circular shield, emblazoned with a Kingfisher, Sword, and Rosethe device of a
Knight of Solamnia.
Jasryn looked down, reached for it with his free hand. A sudden jolt of blue and red
sparks flew to his fingers, made his skin smart. The mage sucked his fingers, and glared at the
shield. He hung his staff on the air, and it floated there, awaiting his pleasure.
Fool that I am, the shields warded, the white robed magician hissed. Hed just learned
the words to suspend the powerful dweomer from his staff. Kair Gadurm moipiar ap palimar.
If so, why could the kender touch it, and not you? Markham asked, skepticism in his
voice.
Wards could be keyed to mages, Lundar explained. There are ancient laws, enforced
by both the Conclave and the Knighthood. No wizard may bear arms or wear armor, save for a
dagger, a staff, or bracers which will not impede the necessary gestures in spellcasting.
Why is that, I wonder? Dorian asked, frowning at the dark-robed mage. Why
shouldnt a wizard wield a sword?
The gods of magic proclaimed those laws upon us long ago, so we wouldnt grow too
powerful, Jasryn patiently explained. His eyes met Lundars for a brief moment. Too many of
my brother wizards are arrogant enough as it is. There, I can touch it now. Let me see the
shield, Shyla.

The young mage took the metal disk with two hands, gingerly at first, then gripping it
firmly. He studied it, turned it over. Theres some writing engraved on the inside lip. Tis an
old form of Solamnic, in a seldom-used mode. Draconis Neme, which I think means
Dragonbane, Markham Swordhawk translated in awe. His blue-gray eyes widened in
wonder. Shyla, youve found the lost shield of
The founder of our Order, Dallyn completed. The Dragonbane Shield was thought
lost during the very first Dragon War, over nine hundred years ago! Is it possible?
And why not, Dallyn of the Solamnic Knighthood? Lundar Eclipse asked. The elfin
knight could not miss the subtle slight to his honor, but he let it slide, for now. The
Dragonlance, longsword, and even the armor of Prince Huma Dragonbane were long-since
recovered by your knighthood. Only his shield was lost to the depths of time.
And his shield was said to protect a man from dragons breath, Markham recalled with
awe. Staring at it, the heraldic device painted boldly upon its face, the young knight was now
certain. This was that same famed and fabled shield, told of in legend.
Aye, my old friend, Jasryn agreed. According to the old texts, this shield holds strong
abjuration spells. Tis immune to flames, lightning, acid, corrosive gas, and icy breath.
Indeed? And which of us is to wield it in battle? Dallyn asked, indicating himself and
Markham. They were the only two knights present, beside Lady Tiara, who now sadly was
barely capable of holding her sword, and hardly knew what the blade was for.
You may take the shield, Dallyn, Markham offered. You fly in combat with the foul
scaly beasts. I will content myself with this small dagger.
Markham knelt and procured a small blade from the line of weapons laid out on an
ancient, moldering, yellow velvet cloth. The cloth and everything around it was caked with dust,

but the blades shone in the torchlight as if newly polished, a testament to their enchanted nature.
The daggers hilt was golden, emblazoned with symbols of the knighthood, and had a small
sapphire set in the pommel. The knight tucked the small blade into his leather belt.
The heck you will, Markham Swordhawk, Princess Mercidith chastised him. She
indicated the three chests of gold. Youve spent the last of your familys inheritance on this
quest. Tis only fair that you be compensated.
Markham frowned deeply at the suggestion. My lady, I have no need of riches.
Besides, how am I to carry that heavy chest? Gold weighs much.
Mark, shes right, Jasryn agreed. My adoptive father murdered your entire family and
burned your keep in Throt. If you wont take the shield, youre at least getting this wealth. I can
carry it easily in my magic bag.
Jasryn handed the shield over to Dallyn, who placed it on his left arm. Despite its size,
the metallic disk was as a light as a feather, the same as his sword. It shone resplendently in the
light, and the elfin knight smiled. Thank you, Jasryn. I shall make good use of this.
Angrily, the Markham looked from one to the other of his companions. The expressions
on their faces said they all agreed with Mercidith and Jasryn. Very well, Jasryn. Take the
chest, if you wish. But, Im sharing the treasure with the rest of you. No argument.
Agreed, Dorian pronounced. They watched as the White Wizard closed the lid on the
wooden chest, and stuffed the whole thing inside his enchanted bag. While it could only hold a
total of three magical items, one of which was his leather-bound spellbook, there was yet plenty
of room for ordinary items like mundane books, parchment, ink, spices, spell components,
rations, and chests of gold coins.

Anything else of value here? Garnet asked. What of those swords? Looks like good
steel.
Aye, good steel right enough, and enchanted, Timberwolf told him. But take care not
to be too greedy.
The shaman is right, Jasryn told him. We have to get out of here.
Truer words were never spoken, Markham agreed. This way, ere more monsters
come.
The ten companions left the ancient and forgotten armory, retreating back up the spiral
staircase. The last one out, Dorian lingered just long enough to lock the door behind them with
his key. He didnt know if it would make any difference, but it felt right. Who knows? Perhaps
he would one day lead another adventuring party down here, and they would find a need for
these weapons.
Which way now? Princess Mercidith asked, as the last of them emerged from the
lower chamber.
This way, Gnebbich told them all. He held up his compass, and pointed in a certain
direction. While the rest of you went exploring, I returned here. The exits that way.
True enough, Garnet agreed after a moments thought. I smell fresh air coming from
that direction.
Thus it was that the companions set off at last for the final leg of their journey out of the
darkness beneath the ruins of the wizards enchanted tower at Daltigoth. They bore with them
the magical staff they had come for, as well as a few other trinkets, arcane artifacts they had
found along the way. Timberwolf, marching beside his lord, suspected they would need them,
that the gods had granted them favor.

I think I see light up ahead, Markham finally said. Sunlight. Id almost forgotten
what it looked like.
Jasryn flashed a smile in his friends direction. Come, Sir Knight! We havent been
underground quite that long. A day, at most.
That short a time, young mage? Dorian asked, disbelief and sorrow in his voice. We
have lost two of our number down in these caverns. We must yet explain to the Knight
Commander what happened to his daughter, and for what? That stick of wood you bear.
Jasryn stopped walking. He stared in silence at his leader, eyes burning across the dark
silence between them. He walked willingly into these ruins a boy, an apprentice. Hed passed
his Test. Hed emerge a man, a full wizard. The fist-sized amethyst crystal ball set in platinum
atop his staff glowed like a lonely star in the velvet night sky.
Arion is no mere stick, my lord Dorian, or need I remind you of that?
Dorian Barrett stared back, hand resting on the golden hilt of his enchanted sword. Who
is it that answers me? My friend Jasryn Storm, or the ghost that resides in the artifact?
Tis me, Dorian Barrett, Jasryn answered evenly, sighing heavily. The same mage
you led on a rescue mission into the woods just outside of Solace. The same mage who deflected
Danvil Felcrafts transport spell, so we landed in the mountains outside of Nefariants castle,
instead of a locked dungeon cell. The same mage
In silence, Dorian strode across the distance between them, unarmed, and stared directly
into the boys face. Look into my eyes and say that to me, Jasryn.
The teenager looked unflinchingly into the half-elfs eyes; his own changed color from
gold to sapphire. I am Jasryn Storm, adopted son of Baron Von Bladmere, apprentice of Palin
Majere. The staff serves me, not me it.

Dorian stared into the mages eyes for a moment longer, then nodded. Forgive me,
Jasryn, but I had to be sure.
I understand, Jasryn told him. You are one of the wisest men Ive ever known. Im
glad my god sent you to guide me through this.
The half-elf glanced at him a moment longer. He never noticed the young knight
standing behind him, staring at the exchange. Youre welcome.
Markham came up to Jasryn and whispered in his ear. Are you all right?
The mage nodded, and absently stroked his dragon, scratching just behind Fafnirs small
ears. Just wish I had more time to prepare. I dont like this, marching into certain battle with
just this staff in my hand. I havent had time to recover any of my spells.
That bad?
Jasryns face looked like hed bitten into something sour. Imagine going into battle with
just your sword. No armor, no helmet, not even a dagger at your hip. In more than seven years,
Ive never gone a single day without at least two or three spells memorized, their holy words
burning in my mind. I cant even throw a magical shield up like this. I dont like it.
Relax, Jase, Markham told him. Youre not alone. Whatevers waiting for us, well
face it together.
Jasryn simply nodded. He didnt want to tell his best friend, Thats what really worries
me. What if the rest of the group needs me to protect them? Are we dependant on Lundar
Eclipse and his black arts?
The party walked the murky cavern passage in relative silence, listening for the slightest
sound of approaching enemy troops or wandering monsters. The only sound was the rush of
water as it raced out toward the mountain river, which it fed. The rocky ground was slippery and

treacherous. Once, Shyla lost her footing and fell, then Jasryn did the same. Dallyn had to help
Lady Tiara and Princess Mercidith, lest they fall, too. Finally, the cavern seemed to brighten
slightly.
Dorian, is that light up ahead? Markham asked, pointing with a gloved hand.
The Rangerlord nodded. He whispered to the others, a sign to stay quiet. Aye, were
finally approaching the exit. Markham, Shyla, douse those torches. Jasryn, put out that magic
light.
The knight and Kender bent to their task, dousing the torches in puddles of water which
lay everywhere at their feet. The mage nodded beneath his hood. This, he could do.
Dumak! he pronounced, waving his hand at the small crystal ball atop his staff, and
then at the glowing dagger Dallyn bore high like a torch. Both light sources died out like snuffed
candles.
Ill scout up ahead, Garnet Irondelve whispered to the group, The rest of ye, stay put.
Thisll only take a moment.
Jasryn listened to the sound of thick, booted feet trying to sneak away as silently as a
dwarf could, and smiled; Garnets armor made so much noise he couldve found him in pitch
blackness. Next to him, steel sang as Markham pulled his greatsword free of the sheath strapped
across his back; next, Jasryn heard a similar shinging sound, much smaller. Markham had pulled
out his new dagger for good measure. The young mage waited for his eyes to adjust, then
realized how foolish that was.
What am I doing? Ive got a pseudodragon for a familiar! Jasryn closed his eyes and
concentrated for a moment, then opened them again. He could see everything in varying shades
of red, orange, brown, and black. Markham was blinking in the dim light, but Dallyn and Dorian

could see easily; having pulled their weapons, they were ready for any attack, should it come.
Thats better. Forgot, I have access to Darkvision too, now.
Garns been gone a long while, Markham whispered. You guys think we should go
after him?
Dorian turned to face the young knight. Stay your hand, Markham. The dwarfs only
been gone a minute or two. It just seems longer because its dark in here.
My nerves are on edge, too, Dorian, Timberwolf admitted. Markham could see a little
better now, and made out the dim outline of the shaman; he had his bow out and nocked. The
arrowhead glowed with a faint blue hue in the stygian darkness. Markham wondered how many
of those Timberwolf had left, and how rare they were. Were the blessed arrows one of a kind, or
did the plainsman make them himself, and lay them upon some altar, and pray for his gods
blessing? In all this time, Markham had never built up the courage to ask.
Be still, my friends, Dorian cautioned. Im sure Garnets all right
Arrrgh! came the sound of the dwarfs voice screaming, then his warning cry, a
moment later. Troll! Theres a mountain troll at the entrance! Come on, ye hairy beast! Ive
faced worse than ye ere this!
As one, the companions began to run. Three of them slipped on the slick rocky floor, but
the rest managed to maintain their balance. Markham and Dallyn were the first ones to enter a
large, dimly lit cave. Fifty some odd feet away was the entrance to the caverns; they could see
the azure blue skies just beyond. The sun was sinking, and cast long shadows into the caverns.
Both knights lifted their swords and rushed forward. Jasryn was next in, hefting his staff and
pointing it directly at the Troll.

The monster stood better than seven feet tall. It was more muscular than a regular troll,
being of half-giant stock, but the usual features were noticeable. Ugly facial features, nose
twisted from a dozen or more breaks, warts covering its cheeks, and bloodshot eyes. A narrow
forehead told of limited intelligence. The hair was scraggly, thin, and unwashed. The thick,
meaty arms still dragged along the ground when it walked. The beast was armed with a cudgel,
as thick around as a medium-sized oak tree, and with nails stuck into it.
Evince! Jasryn cried, and a lightning bolt flashed from the staffs crystal ball; the bolt
was a bluish hue with sparks of orange and yellow in it. The thunderclap that accompanied the
magical bolt was deafening in the enclosed space. The force of the blast knocked the troll
backwards several feet, and set its lionskin garment and long scraggly hair on fire. The trolls
scream of pain was terrifying.
Good work, Jase, Markham called, and then rushed forward with his sword. Jasryn
remembered that only enchanted weapons had a hope of injuring one of these things. Its a good
thing both knights have magic swords, and Garn has that axe I found.
For the dwarf king! Garnet cried, and rushed forward, swinging his great battle-axe.
The troll raised its arm in instinctive self-defense, to shield itself from the blow. The blade came
down upon the trolls left arm, severing it just above the elbow. The troll roared in pain,
swinging its club in response. Garnet suffered a glancing blow, as the wood resounded with a
loud report off of his dwarven armor.
That battleaxe produces a constant anti-magic field, Jasryn thought, frowning at the
combat right in front of him. Itll be interesting to see if it prevents the trolls special
regeneration from growing that arm back.

Finally, Lundar Eclipse breathed, behind and slightly to the right of Jasryn. The young
mage looked over his shoulder, and saw the black robed magician pointing his own staff at the
troll. Lightning worked fine, but fire was even better. Trolls were particularly susceptible to fire
magic. That doddering diminutive dolt has moved far enough away from the troll for me to do
some good.
Ah, I managed to sneak in that lightning bolt spell in the precise moment when Garns
axe wouldnt interfere. The range is a ten-foot circle around that axe. Still, Markham and
Dallyn are awfully close
Lundar, wait! Mark and Dallyn Jasryn began, but it was far too late. Lundar either
hadnt heard him, or chose to ignore him and the danger he posed to the two Solamnic knights
with fire magic.
Kair/Aysh, Lundar shouted, and a ball of blazing flames came into being, orange and
yellow fire with flashes of blue. The magical, flaming sphere shot forward almost as quickly as
a lightning bolt, riding a roar of hot wind. It left a trail of wispy fire in its wake as it raced
toward its target.
Jasryn saw disaster coming before anyone else could. The fireball would explode upon
contact with the troll, damaging the creature and everyone else who was fighting in close
quarters with it. At the same instant Lundar threw his fireball, the White Wizard cast his own
spell, motioning with his glowing staff.
Kalis, Jasryn pronounced, and a strong, cold wind howled through the stone chamber.
The wind gust pushed the fighters back six or more feet from the troll. Not nearly very far, but
maybe enough, I pray to my god.

Markham and Dallyn felt the heat of the fireball as it roared past them with the intensity
of a blast furnace. That was nothing compared to the wave of heat when the fireball connected
with the hulking troll and exploded in fury. Markham felt as if the sun itself had come into the
cave with him; it scorched his face and all exposed flesh; indeed, even his armor grew too warm
to bear. The knight cried out, rolled out of the way, fell to his knees. His sword clanked against
the cold stone ground next to him. His hands fell into a puddle of water. Markham tore the great
dragon shaped helmet off, and he soaked his face in the puddle. Coughing, sputtering rancid
water, the young man looked up. He saw two tall figures dressed in flowing robes, each armed
with a glowing staff. They spoke a strange guttural language, which sounded much like rocks
being ground together in an inhuman throat.
Lundar, you stinking traitor! You nearly killed them! We trusted you! Jasryn cried.
His staff fairly hummed with power in his grasp. His robes were the pure white of driven snow.
Young fool, Lundar replied, holding his own weapon high. The creature had to be
dispatched quickly with fire, the only thing that can truly harm it. Is it my fault those two
imbeciles stood too close to allow me to kill it?
Eclipse, youre part of a team of men, Jasryn told him. Men youve sworn to
protect!
I swore no such thing, Storm, Eclipse told him firmly. As I said ere this. I swore to
see these fools safely to the ruins and down into the catacombs. I said nothing of getting them
out alive, yet I have done so. Cease your bellyaching, little wyrmling. We have yet another
battle to figh, with Blizzard, Felcraft, and all of their henchmen.
This isnt over, Jasryn promised, and bent down to help his fallen friend. Mark, are
you all right?

The knight nodded. Whatwhat kind of language was that?
The wizard smiled down at him. Auld High Wyrm, the mage explained. Then, he
clarified further when he saw his friends quizzical expression. Draconic.
Markham flashed him a smile. I mightve known. Even after all these years, Jasryn
Storm, you still find ways of surprising me.
Come, my friend. The fight is just beginning, Jasryn told him, and helped the armored
knight to his feet. Then, the White Robe bent down to retrieve the enchanted blade. Your
sword, Sir Markham.
I thank ye, good magician, Markham told him. He grasped Shadowsong with his good
right hand; he tipped it in his friends honor.
Gentlemen, the beast is slain, and battle yet awaits us, Dorian told them all, brandishing
his sword, so it caught the last rays of the setting sunlight, and blazed red as blood. In answer to
his call, the brave companions, ten all told, marched boldly out into the world.
END OF THE DARKNESS OF DALTIGOTH

READ THE EXCITING CONCLUSION IN
STORMFRONT
Addendum
Garnet Irondelve the Dwarven Blacksmith
Garnet Irondelve (Hylar clan); Dwarf Ftr10/Exp2: CR 11; ECL 12; Size M; HD 3d10+6 +
2d6+4 + 7d10+14; hp 113; Init +5; Spd 20 ft; AC 25, touch 11, FF 24; BAB +11/+6/+1; Grapple +14; Atk:
+14/+9/+4 melee (1d3 + 3, Unarmed), +16/+11/+6 melee (2d8 + 8 + 6d12 Antimagic/crit 1920x3, Large Waraxe, dwarven +3), +13/+8/+3 (1d6 + 4, Axe, throwing), +14/+9/+4 melee (1d8 +
3/crit x3, Battleaxe), +13/+8/+3 (1d4 + 5/crit 19-20, Dagger), +14/+9/+4 (1d4 + 6/crit 19-20, Dagger +1),
+14/+9/+4 ranged (1d10 + 2/crit 19-20, Crossbow, heavy +1); SA +1 to attack orcs/goblinoids; SQ
Darkvision, Stonecunning, +2 to saves vs. spells or poisons, +4 dodge vs. giants; AL LG; SV Fort +9,
Ref +4, Will +8; Str 16, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 11, Wis 15, Cha 12.
Languages spoken: Dwarven and Common
Skills and Feats: Appraise +2, Balance -4.5, Bluff +2, Climb +1, Craft (Armorsmith) +5, Craft
(Gemcutting) +1, Craft (Weaponsmith) +7, Diplomacy +2, Gather Information +2, Handle Animal +2, Heal
+3, Intimidate +2, Jump -2, Knowledge (Arcana) +0.5, Knowledge (Architecture) +1, Knowledge
(Dungeoneering) +1.5, Knowledge (History) +1, Knowledge (Local) +1, Profession (Brewer) +2.5, Spot
+3, Survival +3, Tumble -4, Use Rope +2; Armor Proficiency (Heavy), Armor Proficiency (Light), Armor
Proficiency (Medium), Blind-Fight, Combat Reflexes, Exotic Weapon Proficiency, Improved Critical,
Improved Initiative, Martial Weapon Proficiency, Point Blank Shot, Power Attack, Precise Shot, Shield
Proficiency, Simple Weapon Proficiency, Skill Focus, Weapon Focus(dwarven waraxe), Weapon
Specialization (dwarven waraxe.)
Special Abilities: Darkvision, Dwarf Speed, Dwarven Racial Enemy.
Possessions: 5 pp, 3 gp, , Good inn stay (per day), Worn items, Waterskin, Backpack, Potion of shield of
faith +2, Heavy +1 crossbow, Masterwork artisan's tools, Throwing axe, Climber's kit, 2 Gallon ale, 4
Hunk of cheese, Oil of bless weapon, Potion of barkskin +3, Potion of neutralize poison, Tindertwig,
Bedroll, Bullseye lantern, Sunrod, Tanglefoot bag, 12 Trail rations (per day), Signal whistle, Sack, 2 Oil (1pt. flask), Spade or shovel, Parchment (sheet), Whetstone, Hemp rope (50 ft.), Fishhook, Caltrops,
Alchemist's fire (flask), Masterwork tool, Heavy steel +2 shield, Silvered arrow/bolt/bullet, Dagger +1,
Dagger, Dwarven +3 large waraxe (this weapon produces a constant anti-magic field
of 10 radius, centered on the axe,) Traveler's outfit, Full plate +2.
Male Mountain Dwarf Fighter 11

Neutral Good
Representing Barry
Strength
Dexterity
Constitution
Intelligence
Wisdom
Charisma
16 (+3)
13 (+1)
15 (+2)
11 (+0)
15 (+2)
12 (+1)
Total Hit Points: 113

Speed: 20 feet
Size:
Height:
Weight:
Skin:
Eyes:
Hair:
Medium
4' 1"
200 lb
swarthy
gray
Red; Curly; Thick Beard / Hirsute

Armor Class: 25 = 10 +4 [scale] +1 [light steel] +2 [dexterity]
Touch AC: 12
Flat-footed: 15
Initiative modifier: +2
= +2 [dexterity]
Fortitude save:
+9
= 7 [base] +2 [constitution]
Reflex save:
+5
= 3 [base] +2 [dexterity]
Will save:
+5
= 3 [base] +2 [wisdom]
Attack (handheld): +14/+9/+4 = 11 [base] +3 [strength]
Attack (unarmed): +14/+9/+4 = 11 [base] +3 [strength]
Attack (missile): +13/+8/+3 = 11 [base] +2 [dexterity]
Grapple check:
+14/+9/+4 = 11 [base] +3 [strength]
Light load:
86 lb. or less
Medium load: 87-173 lb.
Heavy load: 174-260 lb.
Lift over head: 260 lb.
Lift off ground: 520 lb.
Push or drag: 1300 lb.
Languages: Dwarven, Klar, Common
Gauntlet [1d3, crit x2, 1 lb, light, bludgeoning]
Dagger [1d4, crit 19-20/x2, range inc 10 ft., 1 lb., light, piercing]
Quarterstaff [1d6/1d6, crit x2, 4 lb., two-handed, bludgeoning]
Heavy Crossbow [1d10, crit 19-20/x2, range inc 120 ft., 8 lb., piercing]
Dwarven Waraxe [1d10+4, crit x3, 8 lb., one-handed, slashing] +4, Antimagic Field,
20.
Scale mail [medium; +4 AC; max dex +3; check penalty -4; 30 lb.]
Light Steel Shield [+1 AC; check penalty -1; hardness 10; hp 10; 6 lb.]
Feats:
Alertness
Improved Unarmed Strike
Power Attack
Cleave
Great Cleave
Improved Overrun
Improved Sunder

Skill Focus (Know Architecture)
Weapon Focus x1
Weapon(s): Dwarven War-axe
Weapon Specialization x1
Weapon(s): Dwarven War-axe
Key
Skill
Ability
Misc.
Skill Name
Ranks
Ability Modifier Modifier
Modifier
Appraise
Int
2=
+0 +2
Balance
Dex*
2=
+2
Bluff
Cha
-2 =
-2
*
Climb
Str
4=
+3 +1
Concentration
Con
2=
+2
Craft_1 (Blacksmith, weapons and armor) Int
4=
+0 +4
Craft_2
Int
0=
+0
Craft_3
Int
0=
+0
Diplomacy
Cha
-1 =
-2
+1
Disguise
Cha
-2 =
-2
*
Escape Artist
Dex
2=
+2
Forgery
Int
0=
+0
Gather Information
Cha
-2 =
-2
Heal
Wis
2=
+2
*
Hide
Dex
2=
+2
Intimidate
Cha
-2 =
-2
Jump
Str*
-3 =
+3
-6 [speed 20]
Knowledge (architecture)
Int
4=
+0 +1
+3 [skill focus]
Knowledge (dungeoneering)
Int
1=
+0 +1
Knowledge (history)
Int
1=
+0 +1
Knowledge (local)
Int
0.5 =
+0 +0.5
Knowledge (nature)
Int
0=
+0
Listen
Wis
5=
+2 +1
+2 [alertness]
*
Move Silently
Dex
2=
+2
Perform_1
Cha
-2 =
-2
Perform_2
Cha
-2 =
-2
Perform_3
Cha
-2 =
-2
Perform_4
Cha
-2 =
-2
Perform_5
Cha
-2 =
-2
Profession (Blacksmith)
Wis
4=
+2 +2
Ride
Dex
3=
+2 +1
Search
Int
0.5 =
+0 +0.5
Sense Motive
Wis
2=
+2
Spot
Wis
5=
+2 +1
+2 [alertness]
Survival
Wis
2=
+2
**
Swim
Str
3=
+3
*
Tumble
Dex
2=
+2

Use Rope
Dex
2=
+2
* = check penalty for wearing armor

Mountain Dwarf
+2 constitution / -2 charisma (already included)

Can move 20 feet even if in heavy armor
Darkvision (see 60 feet in pitch-dark)
+4 to avoid being bullrushed while standing on ground
+2 racial bonus on saves vs. poison
+2 racial bonus on saves vs. spells / spell-like abilities
+1 racial bonus to hit orcs and goblinoids
+4 dodge bonus on AC against giants
+4 stability bonus to avoid being tripped/bull rushed standing on ground
+2 racial bonus on appraise checks if stone/metal
Fighter
Bonus Feats (already included)
Level 1:
Level 2:
Level 3:
Level 4:
Level 5:
Level 6:
Level 7:
Level 8:
Level 9:
Level 10:
Level 11:
Class HP rolled
Fighter
10
Fighter
6
Fighter
8
Fighter
3
+1 to wisdom
Fighter
6
Fighter
5
Fighter
8
Fighter
5
+1 to charisma
Fighter
9
Fighter
4
Fighter
3
Wayne Urstadt (Shadowmaker)
Garnet Irondelve's Equipment:

58 lb Weapons / Armor / Shield (from above)
1 lb Crossbow bolts (quiver of 10) x1
2 lb Backpack
3 lb Blanket, winter x1
2 lb Caltrops
Candle
5 lb Crowbar
Fishhook
5 lb Fishing net
3 lb Flasks x2
Flint and steel
4 lb Grappling hook
2 lb Hammer
9 lb Jug (clay)
3 lb Lantern (bullseye)
1 lb Mug
2 lb Oil flasks x2
10 lb Pick
2 lb Pitons x4
1 lb Pouch x1
8 lb Rations (1 day) x8
10 lb Rope (50', hempen) x1
8 lb Spade / shovel
2 lb Torches x2
4 lb Waterskins x1

1 lb Whetstone
4 lb Tools (miscellaneous) x2
_____
150 lb Total
Also...
+4 Masterwork Dwarven Great Axe, made by Ruby Hammerfel
centuries ago for the Dwarfgate Wars. This waraxe produces a magical
"dead zone" of 20 feet (i.e. Antimagic Field) after it is used to slay a
draconian, which was created in part by Black Moon magic. The axe was
originally crafted to do battle with the legendary Black Robe mage
Fistandantilus.
Magical Item
More about Garnet Irondelve:

Garnet Irondelve and his master, Duncan Shadowmaker, were sent on a mission
for their king, and were thus outside of Thorbardin when the mountain was
sealed shut. They spent the intervening years as forgemen in Solace, taking up
residence in Flint Fireforges old smithy. Garn looks out for the "lads" Jasryn,
Markham, and even the kender Shyla Pouchfinder. Unknown to all, Duncan
Shadowmaker is the avatar of the god Reorx.
This Character Sheet Produced by Dragonlance 3.5 Character Generator Online
by Ed Friedlander. www.pathguy.com/krynn/htm
Mercidith Opherwind the Princess

Princess Mercidith Opherwind; Human Ari3/Clr7: CR 9; ECL 10; Size M; HD 10d8+20; hp 78; Init +7;
Spd 20 ft (base 30 ft); AC 22, touch 17, FF 19; BAB +7/+2; Grapple +8; Atk: +10/+5 melee (1d6 + 3 + 1d6
fire, Mace, light +2 (Flaming burst, Ghost touch)), +12/+7 ranged (1d3 + 2, Sling +1), +13/+8 ranged (1d6
+ 3/crit x3, Shortbow, composite +2), +8/+3 melee (1d3 + 1, Unarmed), +12/+7 ranged (1d6 + 2/crit x3,
Arrows (20) +1), +12/+7 ranged (1d4 + 2, Bullets (50) +1); SQ Imperial Princess of Ergoth; AL LG; SV
Fort +8, Ref +6, Will +11; Str 13, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 17.
Languages spoken: Common. Ergothian, Elven
Skills and Feats: Appraise +2, Bluff +4, Concentration +4, Diplomacy +15, Forgery +2, Gather
Information +9, Handle Animal +4, Heal +9, Intimidate +5, Knowledge (Arcana) +2, Knowledge
(Architecture) +2, Knowledge (Geography) +2, Knowledge (History) +3, Knowledge (Nobility) +3,
Knowledge (Planes) +3, Knowledge (Religion) +14, Perform (Dance) +4, Profession (Other) +5,
Profession (Scribe) +4, Psicraft +1.5, Speak Language +1, Spellcraft +2, Spot +4; Armor Proficiency
(Heavy), Armor Proficiency (Light), Armor Proficiency (Medium), Improved Initiative, Improved Unarmed
Strike, Leadership, Martial Weapon Proficiency, Negotiator, Point Blank Shot, Shield Proficiency, Simple
Weapon Proficiency.
Special Abilities: Aura, Bonus Languages, Domain Good, Domain Healing, Domains, Spontaneous
Casting, Turn or Rebuke Undead.
Clr Spells Known (6/5/4/3/1): 0--Create water, Cure minor wounds, Detect magic, Detect poison,
Guidance, Inflict minor wounds, Light, Mending, Purify food and drink, Read magic, Resistance, Virtue,
1--Bane, Bless, Bless water, Cause fear, Command, Comprehend languages, Cure light wounds, Curse
water, Deathwatch, Detect chaos, Detect evil, Detect good, Detect law, Detect undead, Divine favor,
Doom, Endure elements, Entropic shield, Hide from undead, Inflict light wounds, Magic stone, Magic
weapon, Obscuring mist, Protection from chaos, Protection from evil, Protection from good, Protection
from law, Remove fear, Sanctuary, Shield of faith, Summon monster i, 2--Aid, Align weapon, Augury,
Bear's endurance, Bull's strength, Calm emotions, Consecrate, Cure moderate wounds, Darkness, Death
knell, Delay poison, Desecrate, Eagle's splendor, Enthrall, Find traps, Gentle repose, Hold person, Inflict
moderate wounds, Lesser restoration, Make whole, Owl's wisdom, Remove paralysis, Resist energy,
Shatter, Shield other, Silence, Sound burst, Spiritual weapon, Status, Summon monster ii, Undetectable
alignment, Zone of truth, 3--Animate dead, Bestow curse, Blindness/deafness, Contagion, Continual
flame, Create food and water, Cure serious wounds, Daylight, Deeper darkness, Dispel magic, Glyph of
warding, Helping hand, Inflict serious wounds, Invisibility purge, Locate object, Magic circle against chaos,
Magic circle against evil, Magic circle against good, Magic circle against law, Magic vestment, Meld into
stone, Obscure object, Prayer, Protection from energy, Remove blindness/deafness, Remove curse,
Remove disease, Searing light, Speak with dead, Stone shape, Summon monster iii, Water breathing,
Water walk, Wind wall, 4--Air walk, Control water, Cure critical wounds, Death ward, Dimensional anchor,
Discern lies, Dismissal, Divination, Divine power, Freedom of movement, Giant vermin, Greater magic
weapon, Imbue with spell ability, Inflict critical wounds, Lesser planar ally, Neutralize poison, Poison,
Repel vermin, Restoration, Sending, Spell immunity, Summon monster iv, Tongues.
Possessions: 236 pp, 34 gp, 18 sp, Worn items, Royal outfit, Composite +2 shortbow, Ring of
counterspells, Armor ability: cold resistance, Bullets (50) +1, Light +2 mace (flaming burst ghost
touch), Backpack, Soap (per lb.), Potion of protection from evil, Silk rope (50 ft.), Sling +1, Sewing
needle, Hooded lantern, 2 Oil (1-pt. flask), Bedroll, Royal outfit, Flint and steel, Waterskin, Elven chain,
Arrows (20) +1, Ring of protection +4, Silver holy symbol, Healer's kit, Belt pouch, , 23 Banquet (per
person), 23 Good inn stay (per day).
Female Human Cleric 10 / Mystic 1 / Noble 1

Lawful Good
Representing DM
Strength
Dexterity
10 (+0)
13 (+1)
Size: Medium
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 130 lb

Constitution
Intelligence
Wisdom
Charisma
14 (+2)
14 (+2)
17 (+3)
17 (+3)
Skin:
Eyes:
Hair:
Black
Green
Silver; Wavy
Domain: Necromancy
Energy: Positive [Healing / Turns Undead]
Domains: Healing, Protection
Sect: Mishakal
Speed: 30 feet
Armor Class: 13 = 10 +2 [leather] +1 [dexterity]
Touch AC: 11
Flat-footed: 12
= +1 [dexterity]
Fortitude save:
+11 = 9 [base] +2 [constitution]
Reflex save:
+4
Will save:
+14 = 9 [base] +3 [wisdom] +2 [iron will]
Attack (handheld): +7/+2 = 7 [base]
Attack (unarmed): +7/+2 = 7 [base]
Attack (missile): +8/+3 = 7 [base] +1 [dexterity]
Grapple check:
+7/+2 = 7 [base]
Light load:
33 lb. or less
Languages: Common, Ergot (regional language), Solamnic, Gnoll
Quarterstaff [1d6/1d6, crit x2, 4 lb., two-handed, bludgeoning]
Leather armor [light; +2 AC; max dex +6; check penalty 0; 15 lb.] (Forest green hunting
leathers)
Feats:

Combat Casting
Diligent
Iron Will
Leadership
Honor-Bound
Key
Skill
Ability
Misc.
Ranks
Modifier
Appraise
Int
6=
+2 +2
+2 [diligent]
Balance
Dex*
2=
+1 +1
Bluff
Cha
3=
+3
Climb
Str*
0.5 =
+0 +0.5
Concentration
Con
11 =
+2 +9
Craft_1
Int
3=
+2 +1
Craft_2
Int
3=
+2 +1
Craft_3
Int
2=
+2
Decipher Script
Int
5=
+2 +1
+2 [diligent]
Diplomacy
Cha
13 =
+3 +10
Disguise
Cha
3=
+3
*
Escape Artist
Dex
1=
+1
Forgery
Int
2=
+2
Gather Information
Cha
3=
+3
Heal
Wis
3=
+3
*
Hide
Dex
1=
+1
Intimidate
Cha
3=
+3
*
Jump
Str
0=
+0
Knowledge (geography) Int
2.5 =
+2 +0.5
Knowledge (history)
Int
3=
+2 +1
Knowledge (local)
Int
2.5 =
+2 +0.5
Knowledge (nobility)
Int
4=
+2 +2
Knowledge (religion)
Int
12 =
+2 +10
Listen
Wis
4=
+3 +1
*
Move Silently
Dex
1.5 =
+1 +0.5
Perform_1 Dancing
Cha
3=
+3
Perform_2 Singing
Cha
3=
+3
Perform_3 Painting
Cha
3=
+3
Perform_4 Sculpture
Cha
3=
+3
Perform_5 Poetry
Cha
3=
+3
Profession Rulership
Wis
6=
+3 +3
Ride
Dex
3.5 =
+1 +2.5
Search
Int
2.5 =
+2 +0.5
Sense Motive
Wis
4=
+3 +1
Spellcraft
Int
8=
+2 +6
Skill Name

Spot
Survival
Swim
Use Rope
Wis
Wis
Str**
Dex
3.5 =
3=
1=
1=
+3
+3
+0
+1
+0.5
+1

Know Religion >=5 ranks gives +2 on turn/rebuke the undead.
Favored Divine Magic Spells Per Day:
Zero-level Cleric spells: 6 per day

Create Water, Cure Minor Wounds, Light, Guidance, Virtue
First-level Cleric spells: 5 (4+1) per day +1 from a domain:
Cure Light Wounds, Deathwatch, Bless, Command, Entropic Shield
Second-level Cleric spells: 5 (4+1) per day +1 from a domain:
Cure Moderate Wounds, Consecrate, Zone of Truth, Lesser Restoration, Delay
Poison
Third-level Cleric spells: 4 (3+1) per day +1 from a domain:
Create Food and Water, Cure Serious Wounds, Daylight, Speak with Dead
Fourth-level Cleric spells: 3 per day +1 from a domain:
Spell Immunity, Divination, Cure Critical Wounds
Fifth-level Cleric spells: 2 per day +1 from a domain:
Greater Command, Mass Cure Light Wounds, Raise Dead
First-level mystic spells: 4 (3+1) per day
Hide From Undead, Magic Weapon, Deathwatch, Detect Undead
Human
Extra feat at first level (already included)

Four extra skill points at first level (already included)
One extra skill point at each additional level (already included)
Noble
Bonus Class Skill (level 1)

Favor +1 (Level 1)
Inspire Confidence 1/day (level 2)
Favor +2 (level 3)
Coordinate +1 (level 4)
Favor +3 (level 7)
Coordinate (level 8)
Inspire Greatness (1 ally) (level 11)
Favor +4 (level 12)
Coordinate +3, Inspire Confidence 4/day (level 13)
Inspire Greatness (2 allies) (level 14)
Favor +5 (level 16)
Inspire Confidence 5/day, Inspire Greatness (3 allies) (level 17)
Coordinate +5, Inspire Greatness (4 allies) (level 20)
Cleric
Alignment Aura
Spontaneous Casting (heal)
Turn Undead (6x/day)
High wisdom gains bonus spells daily
Domain choices give additional abilities
Level 1:
Level 2:
Level 3:
Level 4:
Level 5:
Level 6:
Level 7:
Level 8:
Level 9:
Level 10:
Level 11:
Class HP rolled
Mystic
8
Cleric
7
Cleric
4
Cleric
4
+1 to constitution
Cleric
1
Cleric
4
Cleric
7
Cleric
7
+1 to wisdom
Cleric
2
Cleric
5
Cleric
3
Mercidith Ophirwind's Equipment:

2 lb Backpack
5 lb Bedroll
Candle
1 lb Case (for map or scroll)
Fishhook
3 lb Flask
Flint and steel
Ink vial
Ink pen
1 lb Mirror
1 lb Mug
1 lb Oil flasks x1
Paper sheets x10
Parchment sheets x5
10 lb Pots
1 lb Pouch x1
1 lb Sealing wax
Signet ring
1 lb Soap
1 lb Vial (for ink or potions) x1
4 lb Waterskins x1
1 lb Healer kit
1 lb Holy symbol (platinum)
2 lb Spell component pouch

_____
60 lb Total
Also...
Fine clothing as befitting an Imperial princess from Ergoth; jewelry; 50,000
stl in gems and steel coins; White riding horse; ladies' sidesaddle, saddle
blanket, bit & bridle, saddle bags (2)
More about Mercidith Ophirwind:

Princess Mercidith is the heiress to the throne of Ergoth. As a young child, she
displayed the mystic power of communication with the dead. Fearing his young
daughter might turn to darkness without proper guidance, the Ergothian Emperor
sent her to become a cleric of Mishakal. Merci became the disciple of Goldmoon
at the Citadel of Light. She was later kidnapped and taken to Neraka by the
vampire Nefariant, and then rescued by Markham Swordhawk, Jasryn Storm,
and their party.
Dorian Barrett the Rangerlord

Male Half-Elf Noble 1 / Ranger 13
Neutral Good
Representing DM
Strength
Dexterity
Constitution
Intelligence
Wisdom
Charisma
16 (+3)
19 (+4)
14 (+2)
12 (+1)
13 (+1)
16 (+3)
Size:
Height:
Weight:
Skin:
Eyes:
Hair:
Medium
5' 11"
200 lb
Tan
Green
Light Brown; Straight; Light Beard
(Van Dyke)

Speed: 30 feet
Armor Class: 17 = 10 +3 [studded] +4 [dexterity]
Touch AC: 14
Flat-footed: 13
= +4 [dexterity]
Fortitude save:
+10
Reflex save:
+14
Will save:
+7
Attack (handheld): +16/+11/+6 = 13 [base] +3 [strength]
Attack (unarmed): +16/+11/+6 = 13 [base] +3 [strength]
Attack (missile): +17/+12/+7 = 13 [base] +4 [dexterity]
Grapple check:
+16/+11/+6 = 13 [base] +3 [strength]
Light load:
76 lb. or less
Languages: Common, Solamnic, and Elven
Rapier [1d8+2, crit 19-20/x2 4 lb, one-handed, slashing] +2 Rapier

Longbow [1d8+2, crit x3, range inc. 100 ft, 3 lb, piercing] +2 to hit (Masterwork)
Studded armor [light; +3 AC; max dex +5; check penalty -1; 20 lb.] Forest Green
Feats:
Animal Affinity
Leadership
Endurance
[free to rangers]
Point Blank Shot
Far Shot
Precise Shot
Rapid Shot
[ranger archery track]
Many Shot
[ranger archery track]
Improved Precise Shot [ranger archery track]
Power Attack
Track
[free to rangers]
Key
Skill
Ability
Misc.
Skill Name
Ranks
Modifier
Appraise
Int
3=
+1 +2
Balance
Dex*
5=
+4 +1
Bluff
Cha
3=
+3
*
Climb
Str
5=
+3 +2
Concentration
Con
3=
+2 +1
Craft_1 (Fletcher)
Int
2=
+1 +1
Craft_2
Int
1=
+1
Craft_3
Int
1=
+1
Decipher Script
Int
1.5 =
+1 +0.5
Diplomacy
Cha
10 =
+3 +3
+2 [half-elf] +2 [sense motive]
Disguise
Cha
4=
+3 +1
Escape Artist
Dex*
4.5 =
+4 +0.5
Forgery
Int
1=
+1
+2 [half-elf] +4 on saves vs. hot
Gather Information
Cha
5=
+3
environments
Handle Animal
Heal
Hide
Intimidate
Jump
Knowledge
(architecture)
Knowledge
Cha
Wis
Dex*
Cha
Str*
8=
5=
5=
7=
5=
+3
+1
+4
+3
+3
+3
+4
+1
+4
+2
Int
2=
+1
+1
Int
5=
+1
+4
+2 [animal affinity]

(dungeoneering)
Knowledge (geography)
Knowledge (history)
Knowledge (local)
Knowledge (nature)
Listen
Move Silently
Perform_1
Perform_2
Perform_3
Perform_4
Perform_5
Profession
Ride
Search
Sense Motive
Spot
Survival
Swim
Tumble
Use Rope
Leadership
Int
Int
Int
Int
Int
Int
Wis
Dex*
Cha
Cha
Cha
Cha
Cha
Wis
Dex
Int
Wis
Wis
Wis
Str**
Dex*
Dex
Wis
4=
2=
4=
8=
5=
2=
4=
7=
5=
5=
3=
3=
3=
3=
18 =
6=
8=
8=
11 =
7=
4.5 =
5=
5=
+1
+1
+1
+1
+1
+1
+1
+4
+3
+3
+3
+3
+3
+1
+4
+1
+1
+1
+1
+3
+4
+4
1
+3
+1
+3
+5
+4
+1
+2
+3
+2
+2
+2
+12
+4
+7
+6
+10
+4
+0.5
+1
+4
+2 [survival]
+1 [half-elf]
+2 [animal affinity]
+1 [half-elf]
+1 [half-elf]

Know Nature >=5 ranks gives +2 on survival checks above ground.
First-level Ranger spells: 2 (1+1) per day
Animal Messenger, Calm Animals
Second-level Ranger spells: 1 per day
Elemental Dart
Third-level Ranger spells: 1 per day
Neutralize Poison
Half-Elf
Immune to magical sleep
+2 racial bonus on saves vs. enchantments

Low-light vision (darkvision if half-drow)
+1 racial bonus on listen, search, and spot checks
+2 racial bonus on diplomacy and gather information checks
Noble
Bonus Class Skill (level 1)

Favor +1 (Level 1)
Favor +2 (level 3)
Favor +3 (level 7)
Coordinate (level 8)
Inspire Greatness (1 ally) (level 11)
Favor +4 (level 12)
Coordinate +3, Inspire Confidence 4/day (level 13)
Inspire Greatness (2 allies) (level 14)
Favor +5 (level 16)
Inspire Confidence 5/day, Inspire Greatness (3 allies) (level 17)
Coordinate +5, Inspire Greatness (4 allies) (level 20)
Ranger
Favored enemies (Dark Knights of Neraka)
Track as bonus feat (already included)
Combat Style
Endurance
Wild empathy (roll level + charisma bonus)
Endurance (level 3)
Animal Companion (level 4)
Woodland Stride (level 7)
Swift Tracker (level 8)
Evasion (level 9)
Camouflage (level 13)
Hide in Plain Sight (level 17)
Favored Enemies:
Dragons +2
Knights of Neraka (human) +2
This ranger chose the archery track.
Level 1:
Level 2:
Level 3:
Level 4:
Level 5:
Level 6:
Level 7:
Level 8:
Level 9:
Level 10:
Level 11:
Level 12:
Level 13:
Level 14:
Class HP rolled
Noble
8
Ranger
7
Ranger
7
Ranger
1
+1 to dexterity
Ranger
6
Ranger
2
Ranger
1
Ranger
3
+1 to charisma
Ranger
8
Ranger
6
Ranger
5
Ranger
7
+1 to strength
Ranger
3
Ranger
5
Dorian Barrett's Equipment:

28 lb Weapons / Armor (from above)
3 lb Arrows (quiver of 20) x1
2 lb Backpack
Fishhook
5 lb Fishing net
2 lb Flasks x1
Flint and steel

4 lb Grappling hook
Ink vial
Ink pen
1 lb Mirror
2 lb Oil flasks x2
Paper sheets x4
10 lb Pot
1 lb Pouch x1
10 lb Rope (50', hempen) x1
1 lb Sealing wax
Sewing needle
Signal whistle
Signet ring
1 lb Spyglass
3 lb Torches x3
4 lb Waterskins x1
1 lb Healer kit
_____
97 lb Total
Also...
The Rangerlord Dorian Barrett Starbow travels light. He has a riding horse, riding
saddle, saddle blanket, bit & bridle, and two saddlebags. Most of the weight is held in
the saddlebags. His magical equipment include a +2 Longsword, +2 longbow,
and a forest green Cloak of Elvenkind
Magical Item
More about Dorian Barrett:

Rangerlord Dorian Barrett Starbow is essentially Robin Hood on Krynn. His
father was a nobleman from Palanthas, his mother an outcast dark elf from
Qualinost. How he lost his family's fortune and estate is a mystery he won't
discuss, but shortly afterward, at a young age, he became a ranger. Dorian rose
very quickly to become the Rangerlord, and protects the forested lands around
Solace from poachers. He works for the Knights of Solamnia for pay, and makes
no bones about the fact that he and his band are mercenaries.

Lundarquarius Eclipse the Necromancer

Male Silvanesti Elf Sorcerer 1 / Necromancer 3 / Wizard of High Sorcery 9
Lawful Evil
Representing Lyle W.
Strength
Dexterity
Constitution
Intelligence
Wisdom
Charisma
11 (+0)
16 (+3)
9 (-1)
19 (+4)
18 (+4)
13 (+1)
Size:
Height:
Weight:
Skin:
Eyes:
Hair:
Medium
5' 4"
115 lb
Pale
Purple
Blond; Straight; Beardless
Specialty: Necromancy
Gave up: Abjuration, Illusion, and Transmutation
Speed: 30 feet
Armor Class: 20 = 10 +3 [dexterity] +4 Black Mages Robes, +3 Ring of
Protection
Touch AC: 13
Flat-footed: 10
Initiative modifier: +3 = +3 [dexterity]
Fortitude save:
+3 = 4 [base] -1 [constitution]
Reflex save:
+7 = 4 [base] +3 [dexterity]
Will save:
+15 = 11 [base] +4 [wisdom]
Attack (handheld): +5 = 5 [base]
Attack (unarmed): +5 = 5 [base]
Attack (missile): +8 = 5 [base] +3 [dexterity]
Grapple check:
+5 = 5 [base]
Light load:
38 lb. or less
Languages: Abyssal, Old High Wyrm (Draconic), Elven, Solamnic, Nerakese, Eldritch

(Magic)
Quarterstaff [1d6/1d6,+2 crit x2, 4 lb., two-handed, bludgeoning] +2
(Incendiaysh, Staff of Fire)
No familiar yet
Feats:
Eschew Materials
Improved Counterspell
Magical Aptitude
Spell Focus (Necromancy)
Brew Potion
Scribe Scroll
[free to wizard]
Key
Skill
Ability
Misc.
Skill Name
Ranks
Modifier
Appraise
Int
6=
+4 +2
Balance
Dex*
4=
+3 +1
Bluff
Cha
1=
+1
*
Climb
Str
0=
+0
Concentration
Con
11 =
-1
+12
Craft_1
Int
5=
+4 +1
Craft_2
Int
4=
+4
Craft_3
Int
4=
+4
Decipher Script
Int
6=
+4 +2
Diplomacy
Cha
2=
+1 +1
Disguise
Cha
1=
+1
Escape Artist
Dex*
3=
+3
Forgery
Int
5=
+4 +1
Gather Information
Cha
3=
+1 +2
Heal
Wis
4=
+4
*
Hide
Dex
4=
+3 +1
Intimidate
Cha
5=
+1 +4
*
Jump
Str
0=
+0
Knowledge (arcana) Int
20 =
+4 +15 +1 [Silvanesti]
Knowledge
Int
6=
+4 +2
(architecture)
Knowledge
Int
5=
+4 +1

(dungeoneering)
Knowledge
(geography)
Knowledge (history)
Knowledge (local)
Knowledge (nature)
Knowledge (planes)
Listen
Move Silently
Perform_1 Cooking
Perform_2 Dancing
Perform_3
Perform_4
Perform_5
Ride
Search
Sense Motive
Spellcraft
Spot
Survival
Swim
Use Magic Device
Use Rope
Int
6=
+4
+2
Int
Int
Int
Int
Int
Int
Wis
Dex*
Cha
Cha
Cha
Cha
Cha
Dex
Int
Wis
9=
5=
5=
5=
5=
5=
7=
5=
1=
1=
1=
1=
1=
5=
7.5 =
6=
+4
+4
+4
+4
+4
+4
+4
+3
+1
+1
+1
+1
+1
+3
+4
+4
+5
+1
+1
+1
+1
+1
+1
+2
+2
+1.5
+2
+2 [elf]
Int
20 =
+4
+10
+2 [Knowledge, arcane] +2
[magical aptitude] +2 [Silvanesti]
Wis
Wis
Str**
Cha
Dex
6.5 =
4.5 =
1=
4=
3=
+4
+4
+0
+1
+3
+0.5
+0.5
+1
+1
+2 [elf]
+2 [elf]
+2 [magical aptitude]

This character also has 1 ranks in Speak Languages.
Spellcraft >=5 ranks gives +2 on use magic device checks on scrolls.
Zero-level Sorcerer spells: 5 per day
Light, Detect Magic, Resistance, Ghost Sound, Disrupt Undead
First-level Sorcerer spells: 4 (3+1) per day
Endure Elements, Magic Missiles, Charm Person, Feather Fall
Zero-level Necromancer spells: 5 (4+1) per day
Read Magic, Detect Poison, Daze, Mage Hand, Ray of Frost

First-level Necromancer spells: 6 (4+1+1) per day
Cause Fear, Chill Touch, Mount, Sleep, Burning Hands, Mage Armor
Second-level Necromancer spells: 6 (4+1+1) per day
Spectral Hand, Darkness, Knock, Detect Thoughts, Resist Energy, Levitate
Third-level Necromancer spells: 6 (4+1+1) per day
Invisibility Sphere, Gentle Repose, Vamperic Touch, Leomunds Tiny Hut,
Summon Monster III, Fireball
Fourth-level Necromancer spells: 5 (3+1+1) per day
Animate Dead, Fire Shield, Charm Monster, Bestow Curse, Dalamars Lightning
Lance*
Fifth-level Necromancer spells: 4 (3+1) per day
Teleport, Sending, Permanency, Prying Eyes
Sixth-level Necromancer spells: 3 (2+1) per day
Fistandantilus Forceful Hand*, Chain Lightning, Create Undead
Special Qualities**: Shadow Walk, Darkness, True Seeing (**Shadowdragon Powers)
*Dragonlance Campaign Setting
Silvanesti Elf
+2 dexterity / +2 intelligence / -2 constitution / -2 charisma (already included)

Immune to magical sleep
+2 racial bonus to saves vs. enchantments
Low-light vision
Darkvision to 30 ft.
Proficient with longsword, rapier, longbow & shortbow
+2 racial bonus on listen, search, and spot checks
Notice secret doors
+1 on know arcana and spellcraft (already included)
Wizard of High Sorcery (Black Robe Necromancer)

Enhanced Specialization; Item of Power; Moon Magic; Tower Resources (level 1)
Arcane Research +1 (level 2)

First Order Secret (level 3) Magic of Pain
Second Order Secret (level 5) Magic of Darkness
Third Order Secret (level 7) Magic of Fear
Fourth Order Secret (level 9) Magic of Hunger
Fifth Order Secret; Arcane Research +5 (level 10)
When the hood of the robe is pulled up, said to act as Mage Armor.
Sorcerer
Familiar / Alertness, etc.
Can know only limited numbers of spells
High charisma gains bonus spells daily
Wizard (Necromancer)
Familiar / Alertness, etc.
High intelligence gains bonus spells daily
Specialist gets 1 extra necromancy spell/level/day
Level 1:
Level 2:
Level 3:
Level 4:
Level 5:
Level 6:
Level 7:
Level 8:
Level 9:
Level 10:
Level 11:
Level 12:
Level 13:
Class
HP rolled
Sorcerer
4
Necromancer
3
Necromancer
4
Necromancer
2
+1 to strength
Black Robe Necromancer
4
3
1
3
+1 to wisdom
2
4
1
4
+1 to wisdom
1
Lundar Quarius Eclipse's Equipment:

5 lb Weapons (from above)
2 lb Backpack
5 lb Bedroll
Candle
Chalk
3 lb Flasks x2
Flint and steel
Ink vial
Ink pen
1 lb Mirror
1 lb Oil flasks x1
Paper sheets x5
Parchment sheets x5
1 lb Spyglass
1 lb Vial (for ink or potions) x1
4 lb Waterskins x1
Magnifying glass
3 lb Spellbook x1
_____
40 lb Total
Also...

Black Mage's Robes (Mage Armor Spell); Incendiaysh, Staff of
Fire; Bag of Holding; Ring of Protection +3; Riding Horse, jet-black
(Moonlight), riding saddle, saddle blanket, saddlebags, bit & bridle
More about Lundar Quarius Eclipse:

Lundar is very mysterious, cloaked in black. From the beginning of the story, he
is the mysterious stranger. The wizard is actually an adult shadowdragon
whom Men call Eclipse. The black robe Danvil Felcraft trapped and transformed
him into elven form. When Felcraft tried to conscript Eclipse and others into
service as a Corps of Mages under his command, Eclipse refused, preferring to
remain in elven form until he could find a way to break the curse. Eclipse
eventually reveals to Jasryn that he and his sister are actually silver dragons, and
tries to seduce Jasryn to his side, in an attempt to break Felcrafts curse. Lundar
Eclipse has specific Shadow magic powers due to his true nature, including
Shadowwalking.
Magical Item
Cean Ganoke Blackgaard

Male Human Fighter 4 / Ranger 1 / Knight of the Lily 5 / Legendary Tactician 7
Lawful Evil
Representing DM
Strength
Dexterity
Constitution
Intelligence
Wisdom
Charisma
18 (+4)
15 (+2)
14 (+2)
13 (+1)
12 (+1)
16 (+3)
Size:
Height:
Weight:
Skin:
Eyes:
Hair:
Medium
6' 3"
270 lb
Tan
Dark Brown
Blond; Straight; (Goatee)

Speed: 20 feet [armor]
Armor Class: 19 = 10 +5 [breastplate] +2 [heavy steel] +2 [dexterity]
Touch AC: 12
Flat-footed: 17
= +2 [dexterity]
Fortitude save:
+17
Reflex save:
+8
Will save:
+5
Attack (handheld): +20/+15/+10/+5 = 16 [base] +4 [strength]
Attack (unarmed): +20/+15/+10/+5 = 16 [base] +4 [strength]
Attack (missile): +18/+13/+8/+3 = 16 [base] +2 [dexterity]
Grapple check:
+20/+15/+10/+5 = 16 [base] +4 [strength]
Light load:
100 lb. or less
Languages: Common, Nerakese (regional language), Dwarven, Elven, Tarmak
Gauntlet [1d3, crit x2, 1 lb, light, bludgeoning]
Dagger [1d4+1, crit 19-20/x2, range inc 10 ft., 1 lb., light, piercing] Masterwork +1
Morningstar [1d8, crit x2, 6 lb, one-handed, bludgeoning]
Heavy Crossbow [1d10, crit 19-20/x2, range inc 120 ft., 8 lb., piercing]

Throwing Axe [1d6, crit x2, range inc 10 ft., 2 lb, light, slashing]
Longsword [1d8, crit 19-20/x2 4 lb, one-handed, slashing]
Heavy Shield [1d4, crit x2, one-handed, bludgeoning]
Greatsword +3 [2d6+3, crit 19-20/x2, 8 lb., two-handed, slashing] Vehement
Breast plate [medium; +5 AC; max dex +3; check penalty -4; 30 lb.] +2
Heavy Steel Shield [+2 AC; check penalty -1; hardness 10; hp 20; 15 lb.]
Feats:
Acrobatic
Alertness
Blind-fight
Combat Reflexes
Leadership
Mounted Combat
Mounted Archery
Persuasive
Point Blank Shot
Track
[free to rangers]
Honor-Bound
Key
Skill
Ability
Misc.
Skill Name
Ranks
Modifier
Appraise
Int
2.5 =
+1 +1.5
Balance
Dex*
5=
+2 +3
Bluff
Cha
8=
+3 +3
+2 [persuasive]
*
Climb
Str
6=
+4 +2
Concentration
Con
3=
+2 +1
Craft_1
Int
1=
+1
Craft_2
Int
1=
+1
Craft_3
Int
1=
+1
Decipher Script
Int
1.5 =
+1 +0.5
Diplomacy
Cha
7=
+3 +4
Disguise
Cha
3.5 =
+3 +0.5
*
Escape Artist
Dex
2.5 =
+2 +0.5
Forgery
Int
1.5 =
+1 +0.5
+4 on saves vs. hot
Gather Information
Cha
6=
+3 +3
environments

Handle Animal
Heal
Hide
Intimidate
Jump
Knowledge
(dungeoneering)
Knowledge (geography)
Knowledge (history)
Knowledge (local)
Knowledge (nature)
Listen
Move Silently
Perform_1
Perform_2
Perform_3
Perform_4
Perform_5
Profession
Ride
Search
Sense Motive
Spot
Survival
Swim
Tumble
Use Rope
Cha
Wis
Dex*
Cha
Str*
6=
3=
3=
12 =
2=
+3
+1
+2
+3
+4
+3
+2
+1
+7
+2
3=
+1
+2
3=
3=
1.5 =
4=
2.5 =
3=
7=
3=
3=
3=
3=
3=
3=
3=
9=
3=
5=
11 =
3=
6=
5=
3=
+1
+1
+1
+1
+1
+1
+1
+2
+3
+3
+3
+3
+3
+1
+2
+1
+1
+1
+1
+4
+2
+2
+2
+2
+0.5
+3
+1.5
+2
+4
+1
Int
Int
Int
Int
Int
Int
Int
Wis
Dex*
Cha
Cha
Cha
Cha
Cha
Wis
Dex
Int
Wis
Wis
Wis
Str**
Dex*
Dex
+2
+7
+2
+4
+8
+2
+2
+1
+1
+2 [persuasive]
+2 [acrobatic] -6 [speed 20]
+2 [alertness]
+2 [alertness]
+2 [acrobatic]

This character also has 1 ranks in Speak Languages.
Human
Extra feat at first level (already included)

Four extra skill points at first level (already included)
One extra skill point at each additional level (already included)
Fighter

Knight of the Lily
Sneak Attack +1d6 (level 1)
Demoralize (level 2)
Fight to the Death (level 3)
Sneak Attack +2d6; Unbreakable Will (+2 bonus) (level 4)
Armored Mobility (level 6)
Sneak Attack +3d6 (level 7)
Unbreakable Will (+4 bonus) (level 8)
One Thought; Sneak Attack +4d6 (level 10)
Legendary Tactician
Leadership Bonus +1 (level 1)
Inspire Courage +2 (2/day) (level 2)
Direct Troops; Leadership Bonus +2 (level 3)
Rally Troops (level 4)
Hard March; Leadership Bonus +3; Inspire Courage +3 (3/day) (level 5)
Rout Enemies (level 6)
Battle Standard; Leadership Bonus +4 (level 7)
Strategic Retreat; Inspire Courage +4 (4/day) (level 8)
Leadership Bonus +5 (level 9)
The Forlorn Hope (level 10)
Ranger
Favored enemies
Track as bonus feat (already included)
Combat Style
Endurance
Wild empathy (roll level + charisma bonus)
Endurance (level 3)
Animal Companion (level 4)
Woodland Stride (level 7)
Swift Tracker (level 8)
Evasion (level 9)
Camouflage (level 13)
Hide in Plain Sight (level 17)
Favored Enemies:
Human (Knights of Solamnia) +2
This ranger chose the archery track.
Level 1:
Level 2:
Level 3:
Level 4:
Level 5:
Level 6:
Level 7:
Level 8:
Level 9:
Level 10:
Level 11:
Level 12:
Level 13:
Level 14:
Level 15:
Level 16:
Level 17:
Class
HP rolled
Fighter
10
Fighter
5
Ranger
2
Fighter
1
+1 to charisma
Fighter
2
Knight of the Lily
4
Knight of the Lily
4
Knight of the Lily
3
+1 to wisdom
Knight of the Lily
1
Knight of the Lily
3
Legendary Tactician
5
Legendary Tactician
2
Legendary Tactician
2
+1 to constitution
Legendary Tactician
4
Legendary Tactician
3
Legendary Tactician
3
Legendary Tactician
1
+1 to strength
Cean Ganoke Blackgaard's Equipment:

3 lb Arrows (quiver of 20) x1
2 lb Backpack
5 lb Bedroll
2 lb Caltrops
Candle
Fishhook
5 lb Fishing net
2 lb Flasks x1

Flint and steel
Ink vial
Ink pen
2 lb Lantern (hooded)
2 lb Oil flasks x2
Parchment sheets x2
1 lb Pitons x2
5 lb Rope (50', silk) x1
1 lb Sealing wax
Signet ring
1 lb Spyglass
20 lb Tent
1 lb Healer kit
2 lb Tools (miscellaneous) x1
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136 lb Total
Also...
Vehement +3 Greatsword; +1 Dagger; Ring of Invisibility;
Ring of Regeneration; Heavy Warhorse (Nightwind); Combat saddle,
saddle blanket, saddle bags, Bit & Bridle
More about Cean Ganoke Blackgaard:

Blackgaard is captain of the guard for Castle Ravenwood, and he serves Baron
Von Bladmere. Blackgaard is a completely honorable Lily Knight and loyal first to
his baron and second to Neraka. He currently is on a mission to retrieve Jasryn
Storm, to conscript the boy mage into the Knights of Neraka and to take on his
duties as baron and lord of the castle. Jasryn would apply for, and immediately
get, membership in Knights of the Thorn if he accepts. This Character Sheet Produced
by Dragonlance 3.5 Character Generator Online by Ed Friedlander. www.pathguy.com/krynn/htm
ABOUT THE AUTHOR

All writers craft stories from their own life experience, and this epic tale is no exception. In the
tales are hints of summer vacations to the Catskill Mountains; long days spent swimming in
crystal clear lakes and playing amongst the tall pine and maple trees. The oaks were of course an
enchanted forest, the bird high in the green boughs Merlins own owl, Archimedes. For
Lawrence grew up in New York City with a healthy, overactive imagination. At the age of five,
the boys great-aunt Dorothy presented him with a copy of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L.
Frank Baum. This was followed by A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula LeGuin, and trips to the
movies with his dad to see Fantasia, The Sword in the Stone, and Escape To Witch Mountain.
By the time little Larry was ten, he was playing Dungeons and Dragons, and the World of
Abydonne was taking form in his mind. Told by his mother to stop daydreaming in class and
write his stories down, Larry opened a fresh spiral-bound notebook and began his career.
Besides Castle Ravenwood (for adults), the beginning of the Stormlord Trilogy,
Lawrence J. Cohen has also penned the following manuscripts, which with Hashems help, will
soon see print: Dragons Orb, sequel to The Dragons Familiar (for kids); The Sword of
Arakron trilogy; Wizards Crusade, a time travel story; and Odyssey, a Star Trek novel, among
others.

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THE DARKNESS OF DALTIGOTH

2006 Lawrence J. Cohen

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Civilized Human White Robe, apprentice

SIR MARKHAM SWORDHAWK

Human Knight of Solamnia, known for

Blacksmith, Dwarven Warrior, and

Kender from Solace, talented at finding

Half-elven Rangerlord, leader of our

Human shaman/ranger whos lucky his god

Gnome tinkerer/inventor, known for

Imperial Princess of Ergoth, and

Dark Elven Black Robe Wizard,

Dragon-spawn assassin who has retained

SIR DALLYN FORESTRUNNER

Elven Knight of Solamnia,

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2006 Lawrence Jeffrey Cohen

THE DARKNESS OF DALTIGOTH

O, NO, NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! GET THAT THING OFF MY

SHIP! JIB DROMOND, CAPTAIN OF THE SILVER SWAN BELLOWED.

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Thank you, my lord!

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Markham shuddered, flexing his fingers. Remember what he did to my longsword in

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You dastard! You honorless dastard!

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So you do know him? Blackgaard accused.

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