“Halt, Kelemvor.” The darkly robed figure’s expression was unreadable behind the silver death mask that hid its face. “Uncommonly direct, Sehanine,” its flat, passionless voice whispered. “Why do You interrupt Me?” The darkness gradually faded to a thick, misty grey – a featureless plain of nothingness, lacking both sky and ground. The swirl of mist…

Fifty-three elves stood ringed around the Tree of Life: all that remained of Suldanessellar’s defenders. Eleven of them were Elhan and the few of his men who were still sound enough to fight. The rest were able-bodied men and women drawn from the crowd of survivors. They were clad in the blood-stained armor of the…

Imoen had seen a lot of forests in her day, and this was certainly no forest. It had some superficial similarities: the tall, densely packed trees that blocked out most of the sunlight; the musty, shadowy undergrowth that was almost eerily bare of grass and shrubbery. But these were towering verdant giants, not trees; the…

“…into the company of his father and forefather before him. For as Sir Ilvastarr leaves this world, he joins another: one where battles are fought not by sinew but by spirit, and where his courage and devotion will serve to strengthen us all.” The Temple of Helm was oddly quiet. Even during normal services, there…