The Bloody Eye (Dungeons & Dragons Novel)
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Will they be enough?
road, fully expecting to see a chain of human misery and wagons dedicated to some gruesome occult powers. Instead, they saw a string of three wagons adorned with gaudy paint jobs and the unmistakable signage of a circus troupe. When the passengers observed the speed with which priest and paladin were closing upon them, the lead driver halted his wagon and the other two followed suit. “We are Chakyik,” said the driver, raising his hand in a gesture of friendship. “We come in peace.” “Slavers?”
one. With frightening speed, the cleric’s scowl changed to a smile. He looked up and shouted with near insane devotion, “Honored are the weak. Early shall they find Gruumsh.” He opened his arms in that universal gesture common to clerics when they call for conversion and asked, “Who shall be honored next?” No one dared to move, but the shadow mastiff leaped from the side of his master and pounced upon the body of the unfortunate slave. His ferocious incisors sliced through the man’s ankle,
could last overnight, and Yddith felt confident that she could distract the barbarian for that long with her own charm. Her real concern was that her adamant refusal to abandon using the emerald’s power was creating a rift between herself and Alhandra. She decided to try a conversational gambit that would emphasize their common experience, if there was one. “Before we left Pergue,” the one-eyed woman reminded the paladin, “you mentioned that you needed someone to trust once, but he wasn’t
knot she was tying. “He took advantage of you?” In spite of the painful memory, Alhandra seemed amused at Yddith’s horrified reaction. The paladin obviously assumed that in spite of her naïve demeanor, Yddith was not unfamiliar with the ways of men. “No, not physically,” the paladin continued, “but he betrayed my love with churlish disregard. We were out riding, jumping fallen trees and earthen mounds. It was a beautiful day and we’d been racing and jumping like demons from Baator. We were
to prove Calmet’s assessment. Qorrg stabbed at Laud from the limit of his spear’s reach, but managed only to get his spearhead tangled in the broken strands of mithril armor. Laud would have killed the orc then and there had it not been for a green bolt of energy smashing into the archprelate’s chest and driving him backward. As Laud reeled and stumbled, he looked for the source of the attack. He focused on a young woman who was surrounded by a green aura. Laud arced his hand through the air,