Unbroken Chain: A Forgotten Realms Novel (Dungeons & Dragons: Forgotten Realms)
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A hero trapped on the edge of light and dark...
Ashok is a shadar-kai of the Shadowfell who is brought to the city of Ikemmu, a haven of shadar-kai who have learned to use their fierce need for adrenalin and danger to better their city and their civilization. Although he starts out eager to find the weaknesses in the strange city’s armor and return with them to his vicious enclave, Ashok finds himself drawn in by the city.
As he struggles to find a balance for himself, his family finds the a way to bring down the city on the Shadowfell’s border.
he asked. Ashok stayed where he was. His pale brow furrowed in consternation. “There are four of you,” he said. “Well, he can count,” Chanoch said, and the others laughed. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ashok heard his brothers’ voices. Come with us, Ashok. Yes, come. We’re tossing the dice. We’ll show you how to play, little one. Ashok remembered smiles, outstretched hands like bait. Young as he was, he had known better than to bite. His brothers never sought amusements together, never
left his eyes, banished by the blow to his head. Ashok’s awareness was not so affected. He was overcome with the need to finish what he’d started. The desire to kill sang in his blood. He took a step forward. An involuntary growl ripped from his throat, but Chanoch didn’t hear and didn’t recognize the danger. Suddenly, Vedoran stood beside Ashok. He’d come from nowhere. Ashok snarled and struck out with his chain-wrapped fist. The punch passed right through Vedoran’s insubstantial face and
the greater implications of where Ashok sat, of his place as a Camborr. Suddenly, amid the noise, the nightmare came to life. Ashok gripped handfuls of mane when the beast reared up, pawing the air with fire licking his hooves. He came down hard, throwing Ashok forward against his neck. “Hold!” Ashok cried as the shadar-kai moved in. The nightmare charged, and Olra’s guards broke the protective ring around Ashok. The beast took the gap and ran for the fence, veered aside at the last breath, and
steps to get away from their words. He didn’t want to hear himself called Tempus’s emissary. A tenday passed, and Ashok had not spoken to Uwan again, nor had he seen any sign of Vedoran either at training or in the trade district. He was surprised then one day to be summoned to Uwan’s private chamber, where he found not only the shadar-kai leader but Vedoran as well. Ashok glanced at Vedoran as he entered the room and saw that the warrior’s wounds had been healed, and there were no visible
up his arm, and one of the guards shouted, “The next one to throw a punch or a stone will be on his knees before Lord Uwan! Do you all hear?” The other guard kept Ashok moving forward. More hands touched Ashok, but with gentleness. “Tempus bless you!” “We believe.” “Free the emissary!” Ashok tried to pull away, but he couldn’t escape the hands. He stumbled, fell, and was dragged up again to the march that would never end. Finally, the guards stopped. A fist pounded on a door, which opened