Key of Stars: Abolethic Sovereignty, Book III
Bruce R. Cordell
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Lovecraftian horror from award-winning Forgotten Realms® game designer Bruce R. Cordell.
Raidon Kane survived his clash against the eldest aboleth, but came away with his mind shattered. Destiny hands Raidon one last chance to avert the Abolethic Sovereignty's agenda, but only if he can find within himself the strength to care. Raidon, the warlock Japheth, and Anusha, a young woman whose dreams are made real, must find Key of Stars before it is used to open the Far Manifold, and all reality drowns in a tide of horrific insanity.
surprise.” Anusha didn’t much like Seren. Truth be told, she thought the woman was a little too familiar with Japheth. But aloud she said, “We could use your help.” “If I end up dead or carted off to Thay, I’ll be little use to you,” replied Seren. “But—,” Anusha started. “And you’ve already got enough trouble with enemies popping up out of nowhere trying to kill you,” Seren added, gesturing to Japheth with her chin. “If I’m with you, Morgenthel is one more idiot on the list looking for us.
and nodded at him. He preceded her into the opening. The fissure tapered, constricting more and more as he went. Finally he was forced to crawl. The stone-hard bark abraded his knees. The faintest glimmer of blue light danced somewhere ahead. It was enough for Taal to see that the gap narrowed even further. Dropping to his stomach, he squirmed forward. He was relieved to finally emerge into a larger space. The curling branches of the petrified Monarch formed a cathedral-like cavity of stone:
of Bats’s strength and fury, the serpent tightened its stranglehold. Its eyes blinked in a syncopated rhythm that instantly stirred nausea in the warlock’s stomach. Japheth realized the serpent glyph had lain dormant on Neifion, learning the man’s power, all the while becoming inured against it. Malyanna had foreseen the possibility of her ally eventually turning on her. “Get this thing off me!” Neifion said, his voice a choked whisper. The warlock shook off his paralysis and invoked the
heard the sound of the porthole shattering, and cold air swirled in. Anusha pulled the stopper out with her teeth and sucked down the vial’s purplish fluid. The pain disappeared like a heavy blanket being pulled away. Anusha looked upon her bruised and scraped sleeping body. She savored her success for a heartbeat, and imagined herself accoutered in her golden panoply. Then the “floor” tilted, threatening to catapult her sleeping body through the gaping porthole. Anusha intervened. She
clacking beak-mouth. Japheth’s hair stood on end as thunder rattled his brain like a clapper in a bell. Dayereth’s eyes went wide, or wider at least. The archers leaned as one over the sides of the chariot and loosed arrows. Japheth leaned too, and released a stroke of eldritch fire from his jade rod, only remembering afterward the Rod of Silvanus still strapped to his belt. Almost simultaneously, the eladrin wizard swept the beam of golden light emanating from his left hand down, directing