Depths of Madness (Forgotten Realms: The Dungeons)
Erik Scott de Bie
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The last thing she remembers is seeing her friends die... Now it's her turn.
Eldritch and forgotten arcana wait within its vaults. Twisted accidents of magic prowl its halls. Sinister forces lure the unsuspecting deeper into death or madness. Its victims don't remember how they got there. No one remembers how to get out...
will, perhaps I won’t,” Davoren sneered. “Who’s to stop me? You? Without your pet cripple?” Twilight and Liet both blanched. Slip sobbed. Even Gargan scowled. A hoarse, despairing cry came from Taslin’s lips. “I know it was you! I know it!” She squirmed. “Let me go, Twilight—let me go!” “We need him!” snapped Twilight. “Control yourself!” Taslin struggled for a few tense heartbeats, but finally relented. She relaxed against Twilight, shuddering, and stared daggers at Davoren. “I’ve said it
before,” said Twilight, “but I’ll repeat. If any of us plans to make it out of here alive, we need to work together.” Then she added, so only Taslin would hear and understand: “We don’t know if any of us helped or harmed Asson. Have your suspicions if you will, but don’t let them jeopardize us all.” “As you say,” Taslin said. She turned to Davoren. “But as soon as we leave this place, human, I shall cut out your heart for this. Upon Corellon’s bloody tears—” “No!” Twilight hissed, trying to
stunned Liet, remembering all the times Twilight had sent him from her side, so as to keep their affair a secret. Had she lost her mind? What was— “Hmm,” Twilight murmured. She nuzzled at his chin. “Be wary,” said Liet. “I always am,” said Twilight whimsically. With that, she was gone, vanishing into the shadows of the yawning east doorway. “She … kissed you,” Slip said, with awe, confusion, and something like jealousy. Liet wasn’t sure who Slip was jealous over. Stupid, stupid, stupid
memories of golden walls—passing through tunnels sculpted of amber, or perhaps honey. Light pulsed and flickered. Hands held her, dozens of insect hands, and the buzzing as they carried her along ripped through her ears. Was she being taken to her death? To be encased in that comb, to be starved of air? She didn’t care. She’d failed, and all because she hadn’t relied on herself. Her price, for trusting others, was death, and she would pay it. Liet, she thought. Liet, I’m coming. Twilight
more powerful than us. Why us?” “Hissss issss magic chaossss,” Ruuk said. “Centuriessss millennia agessss ago, Ruukthalmuramaxamin wassss curssssed. Musssst sssstay. Power mine.” For the first time, it didn’t occur to Twilight to respond. She sat, rapt. “Negarath wassss a city of the mad,” Ruuk said. “Inverted, floating upsssside down, buildingssss of curvessss, archessss, twisssstssss, with disssstorted creaturessss on dissssplay. Flayed mind flayerssss, ghosssstssss of elementalssss,