Blackstaff Tower: Ed Greenwood Presents Waterdeep
Steven E. Schend
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A Call for Heroes!
A young group of friends stumble across a terrifying conspiracy that holds the heir to the Blackstaff, the defender of the city of Waterdeep, in terrible danger. These friends must search deep within themselves to become the heroes their city needs to save its champion from those who would see both brought low.
Ed Greenwood, beloved author and creator of the Forgotten Realms, presents the first book in a brand-new series dedicated to showcasing both the City of Splendors and our most talented up-and-coming authors. A series of stand-alone adventurers, this book and the series to which it belongs were written specifically for those readers with no prior knowledge of the Forgotten Realms, making it an excellent entry point for new readers.
family’s moonblade from its scabbard, its dead blade cracked instead of rune-marked. Kroloth swung the sword toward the glowing blackstaff, but energy erupted when his blade hit the surrounding light. The sword and the scabbard were wrenched from his grasp, and both hit the blackstaff from the top, shattering it into four long pieces. Each piece fell as a shower of energy and engulfed each of the four assembled there. The blade seated itself in the scabbard magically, and both buried themselves
Nain’s scraggly beard thickened and lengthened down to his chest, and all that darkened as well. The only white hair he kept were twin stripes of white along his temples and in his beard where sideburns would be in a clean-shaven man. Ynshael smiled and gripped his hand harder. Her patron goddess had shown her a path, and while she never expected to live beyond Neverwinter’s boughs, she believed her home to be with that man. The both of them, often underestimated by themselves and others, would
The night was murky, clouds having covered up the moon. Because of that, he’d missed the moss-covered and ruined Stagstone the first time he passed it, taking it to be the corner of a fallen stone cottage. Raegar scraped off enough moss to identify the sculpture as a stag’s head, once he realized its antlers had long since worn away from weather or vandals. He turned his horse north up a long-unused trail that required him to dismount in places to slash away heavy undergrowth. The moon broke
to fear us.” The sharntaur’s voice sounded deeper but more commonplace rather than the odd echo in what Tsarra deemed a sharn’s usual tone. “I don’t.” Tsarra surprised herself with her unbidden answer. She really had no fears of the creature for the first time. She understood what she faced and knew it was well within her abilities to deal with the creature. Gone were the flashes of temper, the nagging fears and doubts, and all the uncertainties of the past few days. She wondered how much of
that myself.” Khelben cast the spell and Raegar jumped up, his hands and boots sticking to the stone walls like glue. “I’ll assume you have some way to get us inside once we’re above the main floor?” the rogue said as he started climbing the rain-slick tower. “Yes, Stoneblade. Now hurry up.” Khelben flourished his hand and slowly rose into the air. Despite the winds, he levitated straight upward and outpaced Raegar’s climb. “Show-off,” Raegar muttered under his breath. He thought he heard a