Blackstaff Tower: Ed Greenwood Presents Waterdeep
Steven E. Schend
Language: English
Pages: 307
ISBN: 0786949139
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A Call for Heroes!
A young group of friends stumble across a terrifying conspiracy that holds the heir to the Blackstaff, the defender of the city of Waterdeep, in terrible danger. These friends must search deep within themselves to become the heroes their city needs to save its champion from those who would see both brought low.
Ed Greenwood, beloved author and creator of the Forgotten Realms, presents the first book in a brand-new series dedicated to showcasing both the City of Splendors and our most talented up-and-coming authors. A series of stand-alone adventurers, this book and the series to which it belongs were written specifically for those readers with no prior knowledge of the Forgotten Realms, making it an excellent entry point for new readers.
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Raegar’s age. The two were known devout lay members of Oghma’s temple, though very few outside of the upper clergy knew the tasks they undertook in the Binder’s name. Raegar’s musing ended when Damlath cleared his throat and began muttering some incantations. Raegar’s grip tightened on the reins. Damlath didn’t tell him what he was casting, something that happened more often of late. When the wizard finished, he said, without turning back to Raegar, “Come along, boy. Must remain a few steps.
Through the clouds as Raegar approached the manor. Like its marker stone, Stagsmere had seen better days. The central manor stood three stories tall, off of which sprang two two-story wings on east and west. The entire front corner and much of that part of the western wing’s second story had collapsed into a pile of rubble. Raegar couldn’t gauge the color of stone in the moonlight, but it was lighter overall, with dark stone forming surrounding porches, jutting balconies, and random details and.
Yet another Shoon relic—the Gauntlets of the Syl-Vizar Tnarrak. They will remain linked to your hands until your death or until they hold my specified item—another Legacy artifact. Once they do, the gauntlets will come to me along with all they touch. Then you’ll be your own man. Of course, more likely you’ll also be dead at the hands of Khelben Arunsun.” Raegar sidled over to his equipment, taking up his daggers and pocketing his two silver rings. He cast a wary eye at the poor black boots he.
To you, are you, Blackstaff? Our emotions affect yours too. This is the first time you’ve actually had to feel what great sacrifices you regularly ask of your agents. Aye, and it’s dredging up some regrets on which I’ve not the time to dwell. For now, I promise that I shall cradle Danthra as well as I may. You should know that she sees you as her protector more than me. She clings to you, oblivious that her own efforts to be comforted force her talents as well as her fears to the forefront in.
Large pitcher from the windowsill and stood in the basin as she poured the water. The water, shockingly cold as it hit her feet, rose in a shimmering wave, warming as it rose and fell again, as comfortable as a summer shower. Tsarra stood in the basin, letting the water rain down on her two or three times before she felt clean. As she stepped off the basin, the water fell and steamed away. Tsarra toweled her long hair but dried herself in the morning sunbeams and air. She stood before her.