The Summoning (Forgotten Realms: Return of the Archwizards, Book 1)
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From beneath the dune seas of Anauroch escapes one of Toril's most powerful and ancient evils -- the phaerimm.
From Evereska, the last elven refuge on comes word of invasion.
From nowhere appears a group of enigmatic sorcerers determined to destroy the phaerimm and save Evereska . . . for purposes known only to themselves.
From the author of Crucible: The Trial of Cyric the Mad, Beyond the High Road, and Death of the Dragon (with Ed Greenwood) comes the most Realms-shaking event since The Threat from the Sea.
Melegaunt’s magic worked well in an area where the lingering effects of Karsus’s madness had twisted the Weave into an unpredictable snarl. What Elminster did not know and hoped to learn before this day ended was the exact nature of that other source of magic—and which god controlled it. He had his suspicions, of course. As Mystra’s enemy, Cyric would go to great lengths to create a source of magic other than the Weave, and Talos the Destroyer had long been attempting to wrest a part of the
doing?” Jhingleshod snatched the halves of the skull out of the pool. “We’ll need those!” Galaeron stared at the iron knight in uncomprehending shock, then slowly began to understand that it was over, that Wulgreth had been hacked and blasted into so many pieces that it would take him the better part of a tenday to draw himself together again. Galaeron lowered the sword. “That’s right,” he said, realizing that Jhingleshod believed they would destroy this Wulgreth in the same way they had the
pleasure to fight at your side in the war to come.” “War?” Laeral began to grow cold at the thought of an alliance with these dark Netherese. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” “We are hardly ahead of anything,” said Clariburnus. He severed the phaerimm’s tail with a flick of his glaive, then tucked the barb into his belt as a trophy. “The war has begun already. Surely you do not expect the phaerimm to surrender without a fight.” “I know they will fight,” said Laeral. “They have proven that
Melegaunt frowned at this. “That was never my intention.” “You have been gone a long time,” said Vala. “That is how matters have come to be.” “It doesn’t matter.” Galaeron raised his palms to decline the sword. “I can’t hold the sword. The last time I tried, my fingers nearly froze off.” “You will not feel the cold this time,” said Melegaunt. He nodded to Vala, who removed her scabbard and leaned it against the wall, then kneeled facing Galaeron. He removed his own scabbard and passed it to
amorphous sphere of light hung just above the Greypeak Mountains. Even through the thick mantle of concealing snow clouds, there could be little doubt that the glowing pearl was the morning sun. “I fell asleep?” The alarm in Galaeron’s voice was unmistakable. “In the middle of my watch?” “Don’t feel bad.” Vala gathered his cloak off the snow and offered it to him. “Malik took over, and you needed the rest.” Galaeron accepted the cloak and dropped to his haunches. After two days without a