The Siege (Forgotten Realms: Return of the Archwizards, Book 2)
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For the Chosen of Mystra, it’s a potent rival for their goddess’s dominion over magic.
For the human realms of Faerûn, it’s a permanent shift in the balance of power.
For a lost race of powerful archwizards, it’s a flying mountain they call home.
From the author of The Summoning, Beyond the High Road, and Death of the Dragon (with Ed Greenwood), the Realms-shaking Return of the Archwizards series continues!
better kept secret,” Telamont said. “Among them, deeds of shame done in moments of necessity.” Hadrhune moved to interpose himself in front of Galaeron and asked, “Most High, is this something—” Galaeron stepped forward to block Hadrhune. “It is, unless you wish to let the phaerimm have their way with your legions.” “He needs to know,” said Terxa. Telamont spread his sleeves. Flames and smoke sprang up in the charred clearings, and Galaeron began to see familiar cone shaped bodies drifting
wiry, gray-haired captain of the watch, nodded grimly, waved a hand vaguely in the direction of his armmaster, and said, “Helve received a sending himself.” Piergeiron turned to the scarred veteran. “Lassree?” he asked. Helve nodded. “She wanted to fight at Laeral’s side.” Piergeiron’s heart rose into his throat. Lassree was Helve’s daughter, a watch-wizard who often fought at her father’s side during major disturbances. “I’m sorry,” he said, turning to the others. “What can we do?” “Against
imprisoning magic sandwiched between two layers of dead magic.” Duirsar nodded eagerly. “That would explain why no spells can pass through it.” “Exactly,” Khelben said. “So I may be able to burn through with my silver fire.” “Surely you’ve tried that before,” Kiinyon Colbathin said, his too-gaunt face sneering in disapproval. “I have,” Khelben confirmed. “I’ve noticed a disturbance, but the imprisoning layer has always remained intact—the silver fire has no effect on normal magic—and the
Cormyr instead of Evereska.” Aris glanced toward the crest of the dune, his eyes growing large and wild. “Then we have to kill it,” he said. “We have to sneak up and kill it.” “You’re sun sick, Aris,” Galaeron said. “You can’t sneak up on a dragon.” “There will be water in the Saiyaddar.” Ruha stood and started south, walking on the trough’s steep wall so the slope would collapse and slide down to cover her tracks. “We will be there soon. It is not far.” Aris groaned and buried his face in
passed through the lines of the Long Watch—was, in fact, studying her with the dark look of an angry bear, holding his darksword across his breast and towering over not only the elves, but Khelben and even his fellow Vaasans. Even the night before, when she had spent so many hours climbing over that massive body, she had not realized just how large—how brutish—a man he really was. When he noticed her watching him, Dexon gave a melancholy smile and extended an index finger in her direction. At