Read Ruins of Myth Drannor Online
Authors: Carrie Bebris
The dreamlike trance faded as the Protectors thoughts returned to the present. He ran his fingers along the edge of the empty gem case. She told me that the fate of Myth Drannor rested in my hands alone, and in my foolish pride I believed her. I did not ask the questions I should have asked. He met Anorrweyns penetrating gaze. I wanted so much for her words to be true, for myself to be the one whose faith and perseverance restored the city, that I did not probe into the details of her plan.
I know that hope for the citys revival has sustained you through centuries of lonely isolation, Anorrweyn offered.
That can never excuse my actions, he said. I surrendered the Sapphire of the Weavethe treasure entrusted to me so long ago by more worthy lords than Ito Mordrayn. I taught her the incantation. Mordrayn contacted the Mythal and directed its ancient power to create a Pool of Radiance deep within Castle Cormanthor. Only afterward did she reveal herself as an archmage in the Cult of the Dragon. By the time I realized the horror of what I had done, I could not stop her. The pool brought life, yesstolen life. It spawns tendrils of itself in other cities and drains the spirits of the living to fuel the tainted Mythal.
A diabolical cycle, Corran said. What is her final purpose?
I do not know. The baelnorn shook his head in bewilderment. By Our Lady, this is not what I intended! I sought to redeem the City of Songinstead, I have damned it.
Nay, Miroden, Anorrweyn said gently. Hope lives. We have created a new Gem of the Weave.
Some of the anguish left his face. He gazed at the party in amazement. You succeeded? Then you can undo some of the damage I have wrought. You must break Mordrayns link with the Mythal. The baelnorn passed his hand in front of the wall. An opening formed, revealing a passage behind. This tunnel leads to the castle. Find the sapphire. Destroy it by touching it while speaking this word: Ethgonil. It is the Word of Redemption.
Kestrel and the others hesitated, still trying to absorb all theyd heard. Kestrel felt she ought to be angry with the Protector for his betrayal, for setting in motion the events it now fell to her and her companions to stop. Yet, as she looked at the baelnorns shriveled form, his face wracked with shame, she felt only pity.
Make haste, Anorrweyn urged. The cult cannot be allowed to poison the Mythal any further. I will return to the Speculum. When the sapphire is destroyed, I shall use the emerald to turn the Mythals power against our enemies. Then you can seize the Gauntlets of Moander from Mordrayn to destroy the pool.
As they filed into the passage one by one, Kestrel stole a last glimpse at Miroden Silverblade. The elf lord who had for centuries defended the Sapphire of the Weave with strength and wisdomwho had willingly sacrificed his own life to protect the Mythalonce again huddled on the floor. Anorrweyn knelt beside him, drew his head into her lap and gently rocked the tortured spirit.
Kestrel felt she was observing grief too intense and private for an audience. She turned and entered the passage, leaving the ghosts to mourn in solitude. She and the others had no more time to dwell on the past.
Not if they were going to save the future.
You can admit it any time now.
Corrans jocular tone took Kestrel by surprise. She frowned at the paladin as they stepped over the bodies of yet another soulless drow band. The winding passage beneath Castle Cormanthor was simply too tight to move the enthralled Kilsek aside after defeating them. Admit what?
We were right to trust Nathlilik, the paladin said, muting his voice in case other patrols lurked nearby. That Staff of Sunlight has proven invaluable.
She glanced at the sacred weapon in Jarials grip. Theyd encountered so many cult patrols since leaving the baelnorn that without the staff they would have exhausted themselves getting this far. We would have found it anyway, she said with a shrug. As for Nathlilik, if she had done what she promised and released all her kin into true death, we wouldnt even need the staff. She probably gave up and skipped town.
Or got caught.
Kestrel followed Corrans gaze. Ahead, the corridor widened into a long, narrow chamber lined with prison cells carved into the rock like small caves. The pens, separated from each other by about six feet, stretched as far up the passage as Kestrel could see. In the closest cell, Nathlilik herself paced like a caged panther.
The drow leader stopped abruptly when she saw them approach. We meet again, humans. She grinned mockingly, gesturing at her cell with a sweep of her hand. Welcome to my new abode. Can I offer you tea? A glass of wine?
Kestrel ignored her sarcasm. What happened?
What do you think? Nathlilik snapped. The cult captured us. Killed all my men one at a time and fed their blood to the dracolich as an appetizer. Im the main courseat least I was until you came along. What are you standing around for? Let me out.
Nathliliks attitude made Kestrels hackles rise. I dont think I like your tone.
The dark elf barked a harsh laugh. Dont expect me to beg, human. Not to you. She strutted to the corner and plunked down on the floor. The cult has taken my lifemate. Theyve taken my men, and theyve taken my weapons, but Ill hold my pride until the last drop of blood leaves my body.
Kestrel shrugged. You do that. She walked past the cell, fighting the urge to turn around to see whether the rest of the group followed. If someone else wanted to free the arrogant drow witch, let them try to get past that lock. She knew exactly which tool it would require.
She heard Corrans footsteps behind her. Kestrel… he murmured.
Corran, we havent the time, and I havent the inclination. She continued marching away.
Wait! Nathlilik cried.
Kestrel turned. To her amazement, the whole party had followed her lead. Nathlilik had watched all six of them pass her cell. Ive learned more about the cults activities during my imprisonment, the dark elf said. Free me and Ill tell you what I know.
Tell us what you know, and well free you, Kestrel replied.
Nathlilik, clearly incensed at having lost the upper hand, hesitated. Kestrel waited. Finally the drow spoke. In the upper part of the castle stands an enormous urn. The Vessel of Souls, they call it. Thats where the cult keeps the spirits of all the creatures whose blood they drain. My kin are trapped in there. Kedars soul is in there. Destroy the vessel, and the cults enthralled slaves will trouble you no more.
I thought that was your job, Kestrel said. When we last saw you, isnt that where you and your band were headed?
The cult captured us before we could succeed. But we got as far as the Vessel ChamberIve seen the wicked thing with my own eyes.
As much as Kestrel would have liked to leave Nathlilik to the cults mercyor lack thereofshe reluctantly opened the lock of the dark elfs cell. Nathlilik strode out of her prison without so much as a thank you.
We defeated a Kilsek patrol a hundred yards or so down the passageway, Corran said. You can retrieve one of their weapons. Since were on the same side, would you like to join forces?
Kestrels eyes widened. She found the thought of spending any more time in Nathliliks company abhorrent. Before she could voice an objection, however, the dark elf sneered. Ha! Walk in the company of surface-dwellers? Ill take my chances alone. Without another word, she disappeared into the darkness.
The party stared after her. That is one disagreeable woman, Durwyn declared.
They continued past the cell blocks, most of which stood empty. Apparently, the cult didnt hold prisoners long before using their blood to slake Pelendralaars thirst. In the last cell, however, they found the crumpled form of a man passed out in the corner. He lay facedown, nearly naked, his blond hair matted with blood and his body covered with bruises. Whip marks swelled his back and oozed pus.
Oh, by my Ladys grace! Faeril cried. Kestrel, let me in to help him!
Is he even alive? Jarial asked.
Ghleanna dropped her staff and clutched the prison bars, peering intently into the dark cell. Hes a large man, she said softly. A warrior… .
The cleric started uttering prayers of healing while Kestrel struggled with the locks. There were several mechanisms, all more complex than the sole lock that had secured Nathliliks cell. Apparently, this was one prisoner the cult wanted to keep.
She sprung the last lock and swung open the door. Faeril rushed to the captives side, followed closely by Ghleanna. The sorceress touched his hair with a shaking hand. It is Athan. She choked back a sob. Oh gods, what have they done to him? Can you save him?
Mystra, lend me your light, that I may tend your servant. Instantly, Faerils hands glowed with a soft blue-white light. The glow illuminated Athans dark cell just enough for her to examine him. The cleric quickly assessed her patient running her hands along his limbs and torso. She checked his head and neck, then with Corrans help gently rolled the warrior onto his side to better examine his chest.
Ghleanna watched Faeril in scared silence until she couldnt keep quiet any longer. Well?
His pulse is weak, and hes barely breathing, Faeril said. Hes got a skull fracture and numerous broken boneshis right arm and hand, half a dozen ribs. His right leg is broken in two places, and both lower legs are smashed into pulp. She wrinkled her nose. From the smell, I think gangrene has set in.
But you can save him, right? Ghleanna asked anxiously. You can heal him?
Faeril raised her gaze to Ghleannas. He is too badly injured for me to heal him fully. I think I can keep him from death.
Do you hear that Athan? Ghleanna stroked a lock of his hair, her voice tremulous. Faerils going to help you.
Corran cleared his throat. Can I assist?
Faeril shook her head. If you speak of laying on hands, lets see what I can do alone. We dont know what lies aheadyour healing powers may be needed later. But you can help me bandage his wounds. She turned to Kestrel. I will also need your hands. Durwyn, Jarial, stand watch. This may take a while.
The cleric uttered a prayer-spell asking Mystra to heal Athans gangrenous legs and lacerated back. Tis best to leave him unconscious until I can alleviate some of his pain, she explained to Ghleanna. When the decay was gone and the bone fragments fused, she beseeched the goddess to mend the other breaks in his leg and hand. Finally, she entreated Mystra to heal the warriors head injury.
Athans eyes fluttered open. He warily regarded the unfamiliar faces surrounding him until his gaze rested on the sorceress. Ghleanna, he whispered.
She took his good hand in hers and pressed it to her wet cheek. Brother.
Despite Faerils care, Athan remained weak. The sight of his sister, however, appeared to hearten him beyond anything the cleric could do. His blue eyes quickly lost their glassiness, and the lines pain etched in his face seemed to fade as the minutes passed. After Ghleanna made introductions, he asked how she and the rest of the party had found him.
Happenstance, she admitted. Though I prayed you might still live, we had no way of knowing for sure.
He encompassed them all with his gaze. I thank the gods you arrived when you did. After my last beating, I might never have awakened. He tried to rise but winced and settled back down against Ghleanna.
Your ribs are broken, Faeril said. I shall have to bind them, for your other injuries exhausted my healing powers. Well also have to splint that arm. She opened a small pack and withdrew several rolled-up strips of cloth. Kestrel, cut me several one-foot lengths from this roll. Corran, meanwhile, scouted around for some stray pieces of wood.
The Cult of the Dragon has perfected the art of torture. Athan studied his right hand, flexing his fingers as if amazed to see them work once more. You spend the first half of the interrogation afraid youll die, and the last half afraid you wont. He glanced up to catch a stricken look cross Ghleannas face. You would have been proud, Lenathey never got a word out of me.
Corran returned with an extinguished torch and Durwyns axe. He measured Athans forearm and chopped off the charred end of the torch to match its length. What did they want to know?
At first, who had sent us and how much we knew about Mordrayns plans. He inhaled sharply as Faeril grasped his injured arm and reset the broken bone. Lately, though, all their questions have been about you folks. Of course, I had no answers to give them even if I wanted toI didnt even know my sister was among you. All I knew, I gleaned from my captors own questions. Your activities have agitated the whole cult.
The news brought a grin to Kestrels lips. Good. I hope we have Mordrayns drawers tied in knots. She handed the lengths of cloth to Faeril and returned her dagger to its hidden sheath.
Athans face became deadly serious. Do not underestimate Kya Mordrayn. She single-handedly controls the Mythal now through some sort of gem and uses the corrupted ancient magic to expand the Pool of Radiance.
Yes, weve seen evidence of the pools expansion. Corran secured the torch shaft to Athans arm to form a makeshift splint. Spawn pools are popping up in random cities outside Cormanthyr.
Theres nothing random about them, Athan said. Mordrayn and the dracolich are using the pool to drain the life force from key cities throughout the Realms. They intend to first gain control of the Heartlands main trading and port citiesPhlan, Mulmaster, Hillsfar, Zhentil Keep. Once they achieve a strong foothold, they plan to expand their domination until the whole continent falls under their power.
When the splint was complete, Faeril and Ghleanna eased Athan into a sitting position so the cleric could bind his ribs. If Mordrayn controls the Mythal and the Pool of Radiance, what does she need the dracolich for? Kestrel asked. Is she really doing this all just so he can rule the world?