Tymora's Luck (Forgotten Realms Lost Gods, Vol. 3)
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Now a great power has hatched a mad scheme to re-create the goddess Tyche by reuniting Tymora and Beshaba, regardless of the potentially calamitous consequences.
In a decision fraught with godly intrigue, Joel, the Rebel Bard, priest of Finder, is chosen to uncover whoever is behind the abduction of the sister goddesses. Aided by his old allies, Holly Harrowslough and Jas, and his new friend, the kender Emilo Haversack, Joel must find a way to prevent the merger of Tymora and Beshaba before disaster overtakes the luckless Realms.
The Forgotten Realms meet Dragonlance meet Planescape in a heart-stoppin gadventure that spans three worlds.
accept.” “Perhaps your companions would consider making a recording for us sometime as well,” Montgomery suggested. She turned a winning smile on Jas and Emilo. “Be glad to help out any way I can,” the kender said with a low bow that sent his topknot sweeping the marble floor. “I’ve had lots of interesting experiences.” “And you, Jasmine? I’m sure you must have something to share with our audiences,” Montgomery said. “Not unless your audiences enjoy the feeling of being cursed by the gods and
center of the room. “What do you think you’re doing here?” a stern male voice demanded. Polly started and whirled around. The Hulorn himself, the hereditary mayor of Selgaunt, stood there. Polly’s eyes widened. Once upon a time the Hulorn’s blue eyes and curly black hair and boyish charm had attracted more than his share of women. But that was twenty years ago. Now he was a plump middle-aged man of average height. He was still a man of power, however. “Well?” the Hulorn prompted. “I’m
your friends’ lives, do you? But it must make it hard for them to surprise you. For birthdays and such.” “I am constantly surprised by what’s in their hearts,” Finder said, smiling at Joel. “We don’t know if the alu-fiend was telling the truth about the attack,” Jas said. “She was,” Finder replied. “We sensed the attack on Beshaba.” “Where’s Tymora?” Jas asked, having suddenly noticed that the goddess was not in the garden. “Her minions have taken her someplace to keep her safe. It is
were carried along in the fiery flow, like ice in a thawing stream. Across the river of magma, perched on a ledge cut out of the mountain, was Iyachtu Xvim’s fortress, the Bastion of Hate. On one side, the fortress was shielded by a cliff wall, on the other, by a crescent-shaped wall fortified with six towers. “If Iyachtu Xvim isn’t in there, where is he?” Joel wondered aloud. Holly’s brow furrowed with puzzlement. “Visiting a friend?” she volunteered facetiously. Joel snorted in amusement.
it. The coin hit the floor of the crypt and spun about on its side like a top. When it stopped spinning, it did not fall over. Instead, it remained balanced on edge, neither heads nor tails. “Interesting,” the guardian hissed. “I’d take that as a sign.” “We stay here,” Amber growled to Tavan and Toran. From the catacombs, the kobolds began shrieking loudly. The clamor upset the children. Suddenly a terrible rumbling noise came from the catacombs, and the whole crypt began to shake. Pieces of