Dance Of The Dead (Ravenloft)
Christie Golden
Language: English
Pages: 310
ISBN: 1560763523
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
When the riverboat on which she works as a dancer docks at a zombie-plagued island known as Sourange, Larissa Snowmane must rely on the help of the swamp creatures to save her soul. Original.
Elminster in Hell (Forgotten Realms: The Elminster Series, Book 4)
The Bloody Eye (D&D Retrospective, Book 5)
The Parched Sea (Forgotten Realms: The Harpers, Book 1)
Keep on the Borderlands (Greyhawk Classics)
Monster Manual (Dungeons & Dragons: Core Rulebook, 4th Edition)
Half-elf mate and the elven mage-had a tenuous truce at best. Like a wolf and a tiger, they were natural enemies. "You might want to take better care of yourself, Gelaar," Dragoneyes continued in a mock-concerned tone. "You're seeming pretty tired these days. Looked in a mirror lately?" He laughed harshly, and Larissa cringed from the hate-filled expression on Gelaar's gaunt face. "Excuse me. Miss Snowmane," the mage said, his voice emotionless. "The night has suddenly grown unpleasant." He.
Half-elf's comment. "What do you mean, you are going through the swamp?" Lond demanded. The mage and the captain were in Dumont's cabin, a few hours after the last crew candidate had left the ship. The Pirate's Pleasure was in performance on the deck below them. and strains of the music floated in occasionally. Its sweet, innocent melodies were a vivid contrast with the scene of darkness and death that was playing itself out around Dumont. For his part, the captain did not permit himself to.
Effort I've put into her." The stairs ended, and Willen looked around. The large room contained boxes, pieces of equipment, extra chairs, tools, sacks of flour, and other items. "We often have to travel for long periods of time between towns," Dumont said. "and I don't like to be caught short. This is the main storage area. Back here's where we keep the livestock." Dumont turned to another door and opened it with a magical key, motioning for Willen to enter. Without warning the young man found.
Commands me. 1 have been his slave for over a year now. I have tried to escape, but always he discovers me. If you are fleeing from him, you are my friend." They swam in silence for a long time, slicing through the water like dolphins. At last Flowswift angled up toward the surface. She became visible again as soon as she hit the air. "This is as far as I dare go," she told Larissa. "Be careful. This water—it is not overly friendly, not even to me." "Thank you, Flowswift," Larissa said.
Safely. Then all this unpleasantness will fade into memory." Or into nightmares, Larissa thought unhappily. No one had ever navigated the dreaded border mists and returned to tell about the adventure. She felt Dumont's eyes upon her and looked up into his face. A ghost of a smile touched her full lips. Then again, Uncle Raoul had never let her down before. La Demoiselle turned its great paddlewheel on the shore—and its dead—then steamed into the mists. The fog closed around the boat and swallowed.