Plague of Spells (Forgotten Realms: Abolethic Sovereignty, Book 1)
Bruce R. Cordell
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 0786949651
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Lovecraftian Horror in Faerûn!
Blue fire sears the face of Faerûn, leaving the twisted and mutilated dead in its wake. But a rare few escape death--and suffer some mystical mutation. Raidon Kane is one of those who survives, the wake of blue fire burning the sigil of the amulet he wears into his chest and binding him with all the power and responsibility it entails. With everyone he knows and cares about dead, Raidon must find within himself the strength to lead the fight against the rise of an elder evil the likes of which would be the end of mortal kind.
Award-winning game designer Bruce R. Cordell depicts the rise of a monstrous nation of elder evil as only he can in this brand-new trilogy Abolethic Sovereignty. Dedicated to showcasing one of the most fascinating new aspects of the changed face of Faerûn, this trilogy is packed with the exciting battles, wizardry, and monsters that are the hallmark of Forgotten Realms novels as well as introducing a new never-before-seen element of Lovecraftian horror to Faerûn.
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He could not reach the symbol? If I have the power of my amulet, what need have I to touch it to trigger it? Wasn’t he always in contact with it, since it was part of himself? He concentrated on the cool point above his heart. The symbol of a dead order. The Cerulean Sign. He imagined himself touching it with a tendril of thought. The Sign was a metaphor, an emblem that served as a door, a door Raidon visualized himself swinging wide, revealing wonders beyond … The Sign on his chest pulsed.
Disfigured, I suppose.” “Spellscarred?” The girl continued to play her role, so well in fact that Japheth wondered if one or more of his assumptions were incorrect. Despite himself, he reached out and said, “Let me help you out of there, eh? Then you can tell me your side of things. How your brother put you up to it and all that.” Anusha tried to sit up, groaned, and fell back. “Take my hand,” said Japheth, his palm still proffered. Anusha took it, and he pulled her into a sitting position.
“What do you think of our chances, really? I am not without power, and my foes would not call me a coward. But a great kraken! Are you not concerned?” Seren was companionably close, even though he’d edged away twice. Each time he’d done so, she’d bridged the distance again. Was she needling him purposefully? Japheth rewarded the woman’s persistence with a nod. He said, “Our task will not be easy. But I have no choice. I must see this through to the end.” Seren smiled suddenly and said, “You are.
Style was different from the foregoing ruins. It retained most of its walls and many of its roofs. It was several stories high, unlike any of the other structures in the cyst, and it had no windows. Something about the new structure reminded Nogah of how the linchpin prayer had almost failed. Was it coincidence the divine ritual most vital to their foray would show instability just as they descended to the depths of the dead illithid community? Perhaps the charm’s collapse and the ruined cyst’s.
“Cynosure?” The figure did not respond. Despite that, Raidon was certain he was in the presence of the artificial entity who once served as Stardeep’s warden. “Are you awake?” He bent, tapped the golem’s forehead. Was that a slight glimmer of light deep in the idol’s stony eyes? He couldn’t be sure. “Did you exhaust yourself pulling me from the Chalk Destrier’s domain?” he asked. “If so, thank you. I hope it does not prove your last act. I’m not worthy of such sacrifice.” He frowned. “You.