Murder in Cormyr (Forgotten Realms)
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Tired of the political machinations of his egotistical fellow wizards, Benelaius retires from the College of War Wizards to take up residency in Cormyr, where he lives peacefully until he and his legman, Jasper, are forced to investigate the murder of a messenger from King Azoun. 25,000 first printing.
from the road and left that way. Another brilliant deduction, I thought. Unless the killer flew, but the odds of that seemed long. Then I searched the ground for things smaller than footprints, and found a few. The severed tips of three fingers lay closely together, and I shuddered as I glanced at Dovo’s corpse. The right hand was visible, with all its digits intact, but the left hand was covered by the corpse. I didn’t move it to look for stumps. There were also some small shards of broken
golden fingers of light. A golden hand. A lantern. And another, far away across the swamp. I bade her good-bye, and she begged a kiss of her “Jamie.” I gave her one, though it gave me no pleasure, and went on my way south, toward the swamp road, thinking of the great mere within the swamp, and of lights winking back and forth across it. 25 Dovo must have had a lantern in the swamp on those nights. But what was he looking for? And why would he brave the trek into the swamp to that inner
to the end. For one reason, he had always treated me fairly, and for another, I did not want any slippage on my part to warrant his demand of a legal extension of my services due to some loophole in our agreement. I simply did as I was told, served him well, and waited for my deliverance. So when Benelaius gave me two golden lions and told me to go into Ghars to get a cask of clarry, I sprang to my task, despite my discomfort at having to return in darkness. “I’m sorry to make you go out now,”
skills are as fine as most scribes. Write it down if you will, but it must be a tale that cannot be told for many years.” “Does Lindavar know the entire truth?” “Unfortunately, no. I had to keep it secret from both of you so that your … performances would be believable. Besides, Lindavar’s success will not only improve the way his fellow War Wizards look upon him, but will also bolster his image of himself.” “It’s too bad that he takes all the credit when you really solved the mystery,” I
young mage had never visited Benelaius, though they corresponded frequently. A week seldom went by without an exchange of letters between the two, and from the thickness of the envelopes that I carried back and forth to the messenger service in Ghars, they were quite long. Lindavar was Benelaius’s handpicked successor in the College of War Wizards. My master confided to me that his former pupil was having some “problems of a professional nature,” and that was the reason for the visit. I confess