Servant of the Shard (Forgotten Realms: The Sellswords, Book 1)
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With each kill, I grow wiser, and with added wisdom, I grow stronger.
Powerful assassin Artemis Entreri tightens his grip on the streets of Calimport, driven by the power of his hidden drow supporters. But his sponsor Jarlaxle grows ever more ambitious, and Entreri struggles to remain cautious and in control. Soon, the power of the malevolent Crystal Shard grows greater than them both, threatening to draw them into a vast web of treachery from which there will be no escape.
indeed a fine match for Rai-guy, a joining that would be of mutual benefit. Jarlaxle hadn’t been able to control the artifact, but Jarlaxle had not been properly forewarned about its manipulative powers. Kimmuriel doubted that Rai-guy would make that same mistake. Still, the psionicist believed that all would be simpler and cleaner if the Crystal Shard were indeed destroyed, but he wasn’t about to go against Rai-guy to ensure that event. He looked at the illithid and realized that he already
catch me sleeping?” the dragon said quietly, which still made its voice sound like an avalanche to the companions. Cadderly called out a cueing word to his companions, and snapped his fingers, bringing forth a magical light that filled all the chamber. Up snapped Hephaestus’s great horned head, the pupils of its eyes fast thinning. It turned as it rose, to face the impertinent priest directly. To the side, Entreri eased the Crystal Shard out of his pouch, ready to throw it before the beast as
illithids were among the most patient of all the creatures in the multiverse, savoring the process more than the goal. Yharaskrik was quite content in its tunnel home. Some psionic force had tickled the illithid’s sensibility, and Yharaskrik felt enough of the stream of energy to know that it was no other illithid psionically prying about Dallabad Oasis. The mind flayer, as confident in his superiority as all of his kind, was more intrigued than concerned. He was actually a bit perturbed that
Entreri wasn’t even sure how to answer. He had no idea what Charon’s Claw was doing with its black light. Did it block infravision completely but apparently hold a strange illuminating effect that was clearly visible in the normal spectrum? Did it act like a black camp-fire then, even though Entreri felt no heat coming from the blade? Infravision could be severely limited by strong heat sources. It was indeed intriguing—one of so many riddles that seemed to be presenting themselves before
band of his great hat. Entreri hardly heard him and hardly saw the move. The pain, though the dagger hadn’t gone in dangerously far, was searing. Even worse, a new song was beginning to play in his head, a demand that he surrender himself to the power of the artifact he now possessed. “I have a hundred ways to kill you, my former friend,” Jarlaxle remarked. “Perhaps Crenshinibon will prove the most efficient in this, and in truth, I have little desire to torture you.” Jarlaxle clasped the