As I approached the Queen’s Road gate, I felt a pickpocket brush by. With nothing in my pocket to lose, I let it pass without chase or cry and would have thought no more of it, but the image of Tymora that I stole from Songsteel and wear on a cord around my neck began …
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Agenar’s journal, page 254
My dreams are red, red as blood and vast as the western ocean. Dagon’s Reach prods me to wake before I see more. It is too early, but sleep will not return. And it is better to start early. Sh’Lang is two full days north of the city on foot by the Queen’s Road, in …
Agenar’s journal, page 251
Approaching Dranseri, the statue of Bahamut, cursed pretender, towers above the roofs. The platinum dragon is surrounded by scaffolding, which I hope means Tiamat has landed an injurious blow. My companions gasped and admired the sights – the Raven Queen’s obelisk, the Cobalt Reserves’ sapphire-domed library, the Two Moon sculpture of the elven gods. They …
Agenar’s journal, page 248
I was recuperating from the obsidian assassin’s attack in the boat’s bow, talking with Val about the great markets of Dranseri as Teal guided us gently down the river, when Jerry lurched unsteadily toward us with a question. “Agenar,” he asked loudly, “are you the one called Dragon Master of Sriss?” I scowled. I have …
Agenar’s journal, page 244
Darian shook me awake. “Why,” he asked, setting a tankard of breakfast before me, “would you fall asleep by the fire with that amazing creature waiting in your bed?” He waved toward the door, where Val, particularly fetching without her studded leather armor, was just leaving. “Unless,” he cast a quick glance at the bar, …
Agenar’s journal, page 241
This morning, Wynlynn told us that Travis tried to escape during the night, and somehow Pantaghion wanted to help. When she repeated what the woodman said, I recognized a command spell – and since this is only effective if spoken, we have gagged him using the rags that had wrapped my feet. I really must …
Agenar’s journal, page 239
Our respite did not last. Travis, in spite of his injuries, wished to return below. Val, with help from Wynlynn, carried him out of Thalnoth’s tomb into the soft light of a brisk autumn morning. It seems we were underground for some days, though our time in the hidden temples passed without even hunger. Travis, …
Agenar’s journal, page 237
After an interval of recovery and refreshment, we followed Travis into the orange room. Here Lilith, one of four ghosts, greeted him. They offered no objection to his collecting the orange liquid in their care; when Travis added this final element to the alter, the fluids coalesced into a multi-colored stone. Wynlynn then announced that …
A Dragon’s Prayer
Tiamat The sun rises out of the water. Over my shoulder I hear the wind calling. He whispers “son let me take you home son let me guide your footsteps son let me show you everything that is…” I don’t want to trace my footsteps in the way the old man blows. I want to …
Agenar’s journal, page 235
I woke from a sleep uninterrupted either by dreams or by standing watch to the sound of grating stone on stone and Travis announcing that he intended to see the chamber of horrors below. No entreaties would persuade him from discovering some news of his origin. I wandered into a chamber from which glowing sprites …
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