Plague of Spells (Forgotten Realms: Abolethic Sovereignty, Book 1)
Bruce R. Cordell
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Lovecraftian Horror in Faerûn!
Blue fire sears the face of Faerûn, leaving the twisted and mutilated dead in its wake. But a rare few escape death--and suffer some mystical mutation. Raidon Kane is one of those who survives, the wake of blue fire burning the sigil of the amulet he wears into his chest and binding him with all the power and responsibility it entails. With everyone he knows and cares about dead, Raidon must find within himself the strength to lead the fight against the rise of an elder evil the likes of which would be the end of mortal kind.
Award-winning game designer Bruce R. Cordell depicts the rise of a monstrous nation of elder evil as only he can in this brand-new trilogy Abolethic Sovereignty. Dedicated to showcasing one of the most fascinating new aspects of the changed face of Faerûn, this trilogy is packed with the exciting battles, wizardry, and monsters that are the hallmark of Forgotten Realms novels as well as introducing a new never-before-seen element of Lovecraftian horror to Faerûn.
girl’?” asked Thoster. Japheth gave a curt shake of his head. “Sure you ain’t imagined her, bucko?” “I am certain, Captain.” “Hmmph,” snorted Thoster, pulling out a pipe and miniature coal urn from the pocket of his great coat. “I never saw her,” he said, as if that was indictment enough of Japheth’s claim. “She manifested once in Behroun’s office, and a second time a few days ago, as we boarded. She was standing where I stand now. I told you all this.” “Sure you ain’t prone to imagining
she’d managed to calm the creature so much that her immaterial presence elicited a happy whine and wagging tail instead of vicious growls. Not knowing if it already had a name, Anusha called it Lucky. Besides Lucky, she also suspected Japheth might be able to see her, as the Green Siren put out from port. The man’s gaze seemed to meet hers. She’d stopped, appalled. But he took no action other than stare at her, his expression somewhat bemused. She immediately forced herself awake back in her
sea. His foe swung its axe around, missing Raidon by several hand spans. The monk’s reaching left hand touched the soil near the leader’s foot. Raidon snagged the creature’s nearest ankle with his right arm, hugging it close to his chest as he tucked into a roll. In less time than it took to make a single revolution, an awful, meaty snap rang out. The half-elf loosed his hold and concluded his roll, allowing the maneuver to bleed away his speed in just three revolutions. Back on his feet with
to enhance his perception without dulling his reactions too much. Or worse, pull his mind out onto the road. The tin was already in his hand. He popped it open and plucked out a crumb. It was one of the smaller ones. Proud of his restraint, he dropped the ruby red particle into his left eye. “Oh! Japheth, why now?” came Anusha’s voice from nowhere. Captain Thoster glanced back. “Eh, what’s that?” His eyes squinted with vague puzzlement. Japheth asked, “What was what?” “Thought I heard
he walked, the higher the cliff walls grew on each side. Soon he was walking in deep shadow, and he had to carefully watch his footing amid the muddy track. He wondered how high the walls must be. They towered into the gloom, each cliff like a mighty sea wall built by giants. Now and then, dry tributaries split from the main canyon, but Raidon followed the avatar’s advice and continued straight along the way. At one such juncture, a trio of great beasts grazed, as large as dragons but slightly