Downshadow: Ed Greenwood Presents Waterdeep
Erik Scott de Bie
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The Dark Knight Must Choose: Justice or Vengeance
Watchman by day, vigilante by night, Shadowbane's world is turned upside down when he runs across a powerful wizard--in the form of a confused, hunted girl who finds herself at the heart of a fell plot. When his friends start dying and the girl is kidnapped, Shadowbane must choose between the darkness and the light in his heart: to avenge the deaths of his friends, or to let the villain live to face--and possibly escape--justice.
Downshadow is thrilling tale of vigilante justice set in the classic City of Splendors and presented by Forgotten Realms(R) campaign setting creator and celebrated author Ed Greenwood. You don't want to miss out on this exciting glimpse into what the latest edition of the Realms has to offer.
wasn’t the only one who demeaned himself in moments of weakness. He pulled his hand away. “Within three nights,” he said, and gestured for her to depart. If Fayne had gone then, it would have been well, but instead her eyes held him fast. She reached casually across and plucked up his hand. She rubbed it against her cheek, teasing her lips along his thumb. His arm tingled, and his hand looked blasphemously dark against her skin. Long after she left the table, her touch lingered. Rath folded
considering her stature. “Love and beauty follow you,” said Sanchel. “If you would make your offering?” The older of the sellswords elbowed the younger, and he drew a purse out of his belt and handed it toward Sanchel. The dwarf shook her head and pointed instead toward a statue of the goddess that stood within a fountain below the stairs. At her gesture, the boy poured the coins into the water, which instantly turned bright gold. “The goddess is pleased. You are welcome to her hall.” Then
with decorous dancing to match. Kalen knew styles of music—he had once romanced a traveling bard of Cormyr—but dancing was quite beyond him. He hoped he did not disappoint the graceful elf. As though she read his thoughts, she smiled again. “Never fear, saer—I shall teach you.” Lady Ilira released his hand—he felt the loss of her touch keenly—and presented herself before him. She offered an elegant, deep bow, which Kalen returned. They waited for the applause to die down and for the lordlings
commanded the voice—and she knew it was distracted. A battle was going on, somewhere, between the speaker and some shadowy foe. It is too powerful for you. Myrin leveled the wand and uttered syllables in a language she couldn’t possibly know. But she recognized them, horribly, as the tongue of demons. “Your worst fear,” she said in those black words. “Your worst fear to unmake you!” Searing pain swept through her, burning every inch of her body. She fell to her knees and screamed as the
caused by the wand, but rather revealed by it. The wand peeled the magic back. She remembered that day. A thumb to the right, and she wouldn’t be sitting there at that moment. “Oh yes, bitch,” Fayne said. “I remember you—I remember you quite well.” THREE Shadowbane crept through a Downshadow passage, taking great care to attract no notice. He stole past natives as quietly as a ghost, leaving barely a footprint. Huts and lean-tos crowded Undermountain’s stale interior, packed into