The Emerald Scepter (The Scions of Arrabar)
Thomas M. Reid
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The last in the trilogy of Forgotten Realms novels from Thomas M. Reid.
This is the concluding novel in a trilogy exploring the political intrigue of a mercenary society in the Forgotten Realms world. Author Thomas M. Reid has written the entire trilogy, which takes place in an area of the world little before explored in novels.
AUTHOR BIO: THOMAS M. REID held numerous positions with TSR and Wizards of the Coast, Inc., including brand manager for the D&D® brand and creative director for Star Wars® RPGs. Besides the Scions of Arrabar trilogy, his most recent novel is Insurrection, the second book in the New York Times best-selling R.A. Salvatore’s War of the Spider Queen series.
it literally enough.” Vambran sighed. “Blue and red at odds, you say?” he asked. “As in my struggle between my duty to the Crescents and to my House?” “Your house is red?” Arbeenok asked, puzzled. “No, but the insignia is. A red four-pointed star, and all the guards wear that as a patch on their uniforms.” Arbeenok smiled again. “There, you see? You do believe it.” Vambran grimaced and nodded. “I still don’t know how I’m supposed to find whatever it is we’re looking for,” he said. “Let that
thinking the exact same thing, my friend,” he said when he regained his composure. “We were brought to this place because we can savor it, and that is a gift not to be squandered.” Arbeenok smiled and sat down. “Then let us eat and savor a meal, too,” he said. The two of them ate in silence, appreciating the bountiful meal the sea had provided. When they were done, Vambran knew he was ready. “We don’t know what we will find beneath the waves today,” he told the druid, “but I am willing to
Amazed, Pilos nearly faltered in his recitations, but he caught himself before the enchantment could dissipate and rose to his feet, still orating. Cautiously, Pilos walked around the table, observing Junce. He approached the assassin, ready to spring away at the slightest hint of aggression, trying to determine if it was a trick. But Junce’s rapture seemed genuine. Breaking into a slight smile in his relief, the priest skirted past his adversary, toward Emriana’s last location, continuing to
fear in the older woman’s eyes. “And we can’t do anything for him right now, anyway,” her aunt had admonished. “Focus on Obiron and Quindy. They need us.” Once evening had arrived, they departed the Matrell estate by themselves, asking Steelfists Darowdryn to stay behind and protect their family, especially in case they didn’t return. The huge man had agreed, though Emriana could tell by the look in the fellow’s eyes that he was spoiling for a confrontation with Talricci and his wizard almost as
wondering if she should let her know what she had heard, the woman and her light were both already gone. For a moment, Emriana fingered her opal pendant. No, she decided. Can’t give away my presence even with a whisper. Emriana bolstered her courage with a single deep breath and proceeded. The noises from the next room continued, and it sounded to Emriana as though someone were shifting crates around. She used the wall to guide herself, and when she found the frame of the door, she stopped,