Sentinelspire (The Citadels)
Mark Sehestedt
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 0786949376
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
To save the future, he must embrace his past...
A ranger and his apprentice are captured by a group of assassins who demand their help in overthrowing their leader and the ruler of the fortress of Sentinelspire, the Old Man of the Mountain. Although the ranger doesn't want to help, he discovers the Old Man's plans may involve the master druid who gave him a new life--and the destruction of all he now holds dear.
A series that centers on the citadels - castles, keeps, fortreeses, and watchtowers - of the Forgotten Realms world, each book in The Citadels series is a self-contained fantasy adventure.
The Maelstrom's Eye (Spelljammer: The Cloakmaster Cycle, Book 3)
Unbroken Chain: The Darker Road (Forgotten Realms: Unbroken Chain, Book 2)
Descent into the Depths of the Earth (Greyhawk Classics)
School of Evocation (Legends & Lairs, d20 System)
Yourself. She knew you were alive. But … well, it seems that leaf-loving master of yours doesn’t know how to hold his tongue.” “What do you mean?” “I mean your old master talked. Sang like a damned minstrel for his supper. Mad the Old Man may be, but he’s no fool. He figured out who this ‘Berun’ was … is … whatever. There are still blades in the Fortress loyal to the Old Man. Had it not been for Talieth’s particular gifts, they might have found you first.” “Found me?” Berun’s heart hammered,.
To dredge up. “Raiders—outlaws out of the Ganathwood—hit my village. Killed my parents. Took me captive. They were almost back into their territory when Master Berun and his own master came upon them. They attacked the raiders. Saved my life.” “Your master and one other killed a whole band of raiders?” The half-orc smiled. “Sounds like a killer to me.” “That was justice—those bastards had it coming!” said Lewan, a bit of heat rising in his voice. “Not murder. The raiders deserved death.
Like wet branches rubbing in the breeze, a cacophony of crickets. Beneath these sounds, like the accompanying harp to a bard’s song, was the gurgle of water running sweet and clear. He found himself filled with a thirst such as he had never known. “Easy,” said a voice. He opened his eyes and saw a figure kneeling to one side of him. Sunlight broke through the ceiling of leaves, and a few beams played over the figure. Streaks of gray flecked his long brown hair, but the sunlight brought out a.
Said a familiar voice, and Sauk rose from the nearby brush. Berun pushed Lewan behind him, threw back his cloak, dropped to a crouch, and reached for an arrow. “Easy!” said Sauk. The rest of Sauk’s men rose from their hiding places, and somewhere in the forest behind them the tiger roared. “I was hoping you wouldn’t have the bow ready. That … complicates matters.” Sauk smiled and thrust out his chest, obviously reveling in Berun’s shock. “Oh-ho, I bet you have questions.” Berun’s fingers.
In the head, it would stun her long enough for his master to get away. But before Lewan could throw, Taaki went still as stone. She crouched, unmoving, and Lewan counted five quick beats of his heart. Then a tremor passed through her, so violent that she sprayed thousands of tiny droplets of rain out of her fur. She twisted around, snapping at her midsection with her teeth. “Taaki?” called Sauk, his voice thick with worry. “What’s wrong?” The tiger screamed—high, pitiful, and with such.