Tangled Webs: Starlight & Shadows, Book II
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Exiled from her home, the beautiful dark elf Liriel Baenre wanders to the surface world with her companion Fyodor. But even far from the dark haunts of Menzoberranzan, she is not safe from the vengeance of her arch-enemy. Even as she and her friend sail the dangerous seas of the Sword Coast, a drow priestess plots a terrible fate for them.
And in the depths of the earth, the spider queen Lolth weaves her own webs of terror and treachery.
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will come. We cannot conquer Ruathym or rule the seas without them. When the moment is right, we will strike.” “And how are we to know when this strange fruit is ripe?” asked Taerl. “I will tell you,” Rethnor said simply. “I have placed spies in the seas surrounding Ruathym and on the island itself.” “They are worthy of trust?” put in Kurth, a dour and suspicious man with a temper as black as his beard. “I have ensured their loyalty.” A moment’s silence fell over the group. Rethnor’s voice
of the water and floated lightly up to the railing where Fyodor awaited, grim and watchful. He’d taken off his cloak and had it ready for her. With a nod of thanks, she took the warm garment and handed him the rope. The fish was at least half her weight, and she could hardly be expected to haul it up herself. As she wrapped herself in the cloak, Liriel noticed that Ibn was looking past her out to sea. His face was unreadable, but an air of malevolent satisfaction rose from him like a miasma.
alone. She found herself inexplicably hesitant to call upon the deity of her foremothers. Then the lich-ghoul’s lips began to move, spewing graveyard dust and foul spittle as it chanted soundless words of power. An unseen force closed around Liriel like a giant hand, pulling her down toward the waiting creature with a yank so sharp and sudden that her head was snapped painfully back and her arms thrown open wide. Her piwafwi flapped open, disclosing her to the undead creature. But Liriel managed
Menzoberranzan, the more important it became that she return with a captive Liriel in tow. She could not wait for Rethnor’s spies to find the wizard. It was time for her ally from the elemental plane to make good on their deal. “Where is Iskor?” she demanded. “The water wraith? She disappeared when the water elemental was destroyed, and I say good riddance to them both,” Rethnor responded. A wise move on Iskor’s part, Shakti thought grimly. The priestess was losing patience with the flighty
reasonable approach to take. The illithid had witnessed Liriel’s escape from the aboleth’s charm spell, and she was intrigued that a single drow could command so much strength of mind and magic. She was not in error in suspecting that this drow, with her wizardly spells and her Underdark magic, might yet provide the answer to a vexing problem. For all her power, despite the myriad secret tentacles that probed into the affairs of much of the Northlands, Vestress had lost her ties to her own