The Howling Delve (Forgotten Realms: The Dungeons)
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Explore some of the most dangerous places in the Forgotten Realms -- The Dungeons!
An orphan mage returns to the only home she's ever known to find if transformed into a dungeon, her former master missing or trapped within. To make matters worse, the thieves that hold the dungeon won't let her leave --not for supplies, not for help. It will take all of her courage, skill, and magic to survive long enough to figure out what happened to her home.
harmlessly around him. Tentacles burst at random from the creature’s hips and groin—Kall hacked them off, forming a buffer for Dantane and Cesira. “Kall!” Dantane’s voice was thick with magic. “The root in its throat—carve it out. Destroy it! ” Kall risked a glance at the throng retreating from the ballroom. A few stragglers had stayed behind—Lord Rays among them—to watch the horrific spectacle. Kall yelled to Cesira. “Don’t let them see!” The last thing he wanted was for the merchants to
intersection to ricochet off stone. “Are you all right?” Kall asked. He started to move forward, but Laerin held out a staying hand. “Let Morgan check the intersection first,” he said. Kall gave Morgan the torch, waiting while the rogue checked the walls and floor for more spear holes. Laerin kept a protective arm around the girl, but Kall saw him wiggle his eyebrows and whisper something to her that made her laugh. After that, her face lost much of its fear. The scene reminded Kall of how
run, heedless of the danger. Cold dread welled up inside him. He swept aside a blade that came at his flank and kept going. He was almost to Dantane when pain exploded in the back of his neck. Kall went down in a protective crouch. He swung around and saw the halfling reloading his sling. Aazen motioned the halfling back and stepped to block Kall’s path. Behind him, Varan rolled Dantane’s unconscious body over, feeling inside the wizard’s robes. He removed the portal key and turned. Kall saw his
down the chasm. “Portals malfunction,” said Laerin. “When that happens, they can deposit a person off the mark from where they intended to appear—a few feet, a mile …” “Into a wall,” Morgan muttered, and Talal’s heart wrenched. Laerin squeezed his shoulder and sent Morgan a quelling glance. “The portal is old,” he said, “but I believe it to be sound. We’ll find them.” “I suppose more of them damn shadow mongrels got scattered about, too,” said Morgan. “That might be a blessing,” said Laerin.
without Laerin, when he’d seen the fresh blood on the demon’s claws. “Is there …” Kall cleared his throat and tried again. “Is there a body?” Morgan paled, but it was Talal who answered. “There’s nothing you’d recognize,” he said, shuddering at a memory he could never be rid of. “Your friend’s gone.” Kall nodded, but inwardly, the rage was so profound he thought he might burn from it. Was this what it was like for Meisha, he wondered, to be filled with fire and anger so consuming it swallowed