Lord of Spells from Faerûn

The door to Bane's throne room burst open, and Terpus Blackthorn rushed in to answer his god's call.

Bane clung to the edge of the throne, scratching the surface with his claws.

"Close the door." Ben's voice was cold and controlled. Although Bane allowed his envoy some freedom, Blackthorne felt a fleeting fear.

"Do you want to see me, Lord Ben?" Blackthorne said calmly.

The Lord of Darkness stood up from his throne and motioned for the mage to approach. The claws of the God of Strife flashed past the envoy's eyes and fell roughly on Blackthorn's shoulders. The mage did not move.

"The time has come," said Ben.

Blackthorn saw Ben's lips move into what could only be called a smile, and his heart beat faster, a terrible sign.

"The time has come to unite the gods," Bane shouted. "I want you to take a message to Lavita, the goddess of pain. She is in Waterdeep. Tell her that I want to see her... and right away."

Blackthorn tensed. Ben noticed the change in the envoy's posture, and the paws on his shoulders tightened.

"Do you have a problem with the order, envoy?" the god of strife roared.

"It takes us across half of the country to get to Waterdeep City. Lord Ben, when I come back, the battle against the valley will be over."

The smile of the Lord of Darkness disappeared. Yes, Mystra's fall made teleportation spells ineffective, but the god's pride did not allow him to be questioned.

, "Yes, if you want to travel like an ordinary person." Ben said, "But since you have the spell I gave you, a few days will be enough for you to stand in Waterdeep City."

Blackthorn bowed low to his master and whispered the first prayer he had learned - the prayer to Bane.

The mage stood up, raised his arms, and began to cast the divine spells he had been given as an envoy. He imagined the destination and recalled the visits to Waterdeep in his youth. After a while, when Blackthorne was supposed to transform into a crow form, his body began to glow, but something was wrong. His flesh was pulled in all directions, gradually turning into carbon black, and the envoy's clothes also became torn apart. , fell to the floor.

Blackthorne screamed and stretched out his partially transformed arms towards his god.

"help me"

These were the only words the mage had time to say before he was annihilated in black sparks. Where Blackthorne had stood moments before, a small black gem fell to the floor and shattered beside his breastplate.

Ben's expression was ugly. Since he absorbed the energy, he had given Blackthorn great magical rights. He could even cast the nine-ring magic, but he didn't expect it to fail.

"Prepare the army to set off, now, immediately!" Ben said coldly.

A figure walked out of the shadows. It was Fu Zuoer. He didn't look at the place where Blackthorn died, as if it was an insignificant ant. He replied flatteringly: "Of course, my great master."

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It was already late at night when Imric arrived in the Valley of Shadows. Kelanvor and others had already entered the city and were anxiously waiting for the mage to appear in the tavern.

"Why hasn't he come yet? Nothing will happen to Imrik." Kelanvor said with some worry.

"No," Cyric said with certainty, "You have seen that guy's strength. He is the most terrifying mage I have ever seen. Although those professional knights are powerful, I don't think they can compete with Imric. rival."

While they were talking, the wind chimes in the tavern rang, and a silver-haired mage in black robes walked in from the door. Kelanvor and others shouted in surprise: "Imrik!"

With the dampness of summer night raindrops, the mage sat down at the wooden table in the tavern and said with a smile: "Look, let me just say there is no problem."

Midnight said anxiously: "Then it's time for us to set off. We need to tell Elminster the news quickly."

"Hey, don't worry," Imrik said, pointing outside the window and sharing what he saw and heard along the way, "Look outside."

Everyone looked outside, and they noticed that the shops and houses on both sides of the road seemed to be deserted, but there were some lights in the distance, and there were sounds of activity a few streets away. A wagon loaded with hay passed down the road, followed closely by another covered wagon loaded with livestock, escorted by soldiers.

"If they choose to transport goods late at night like this," Cyric said to Midnight, "they may be preparing for war. I'm afraid the news about Bane you got from Mystra came a little too late."

Imric nodded and said solemnly: "Shadow Valley has its own intelligence force - the Harpers. Obviously, Bane's army has launched an expedition and is known to Shadow Valley."

"But no matter what, we need to see Elminster and Moglin first." Midnight finalized.

Several people left the tavern and walked towards the [Rugged Tower] in the city, which is the residence of Moglin, the lord of Shadow Valley.

The rugged tower is very tall, and the torches are lined up on the square stone walls. Their arrangement is very strange, spiraling up along the curve of the tower, disappearing, and then reappearing higher up, repeating the cycle until the light penetrates even the brightest It just stopped in the mist that even the moonlight could not penetrate.

There were more guards at the entrance of the tower than before. They chatted with the team that brought the adventurers for a while, and the person who seemed to be the captain blew a long and loud whistle. The adventurers and guards are all waiting for the arrival of someone summoned by the captain.

A young man in the uniform of a messenger appeared at the door. He was sleepy, but he listened to the guard's words as politely as possible, covering his yawn with his uneven sleeves.

The herald led Kelanvor, Serbrand and others through the corridor, and soon stood in front of a heavily blocked door.

"Lord Morglin will receive you here," he said simply. Kelemvor glanced at the dim room. Just as he had feared, the floor was bare and chains hung on the walls. The warrior narrowed his eyes and looked at the herald.

"It is Lord Morglin we want to see, not the rat in Shadowdale. If he doesn't want to see us tonight, we can come back in the morning."

The messenger didn't back down. "Please wait here," he said.

Midnight passed Kelanvor and entered the room. The moment she crossed the threshold, a ripple spread through the shadows and she disappeared.

"No!" Kelanvor shouted anxiously, pulling out his sword and planning to fight here.

"Don't worry, Kelemvor," Imric rubbed his brow. This melee barbarian is really a Muggle who doesn't understand anything.

"You walk in and you know it's an illusion."

Kelanvor was stunned for a moment when he heard Imric's words. He quickly jumped through the door after midnight, only to find himself in the audience hall of the Craggy Tower, with Midnight standing in front of him.

The audience hall is brightly lit, and at midnight you can see that the originally bare walls are now covered with exquisite reliefs, telling the story of battles large and small, while paying tribute to the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the valley. A red velvet curtain hangs on the only wall without a pattern. In front of it are two black marble thrones, standing just opposite the door.

Standing at the other end of the room was an elderly man. Despite his age, his physique was almost as strong as Kelemvor's. Only the wrinkles on his face showed that he was at least twenty years older than the warrior. above. He was dressed in shining silver armor, with a long sword embedded with gems straddling his side.

When he saw the adventurers entering the hall, he raised his head from the tactics table covered with maps and smiled at everyone.

Two guards hurriedly entered through the door and said, "Sorry, sir, we didn't keep an eye on them."

At this time, a figure also appeared from the wall. He turned and faced his visitor solemnly. The man was very handsome, with thick black hair, dark blue eyes and a square chin.

His attire clearly indicated the lateness of his appearance, a robe that left his arms, hairy legs, and toes exposed. His arms were thick and muscular. A crimson ribbon surrounds his upper right arm. His eyes flicked to the older warrior, who just shrugged.

"Who are they, Mehir?" asked the handsome man.

The old soldier shook his head and said, "How do I know? Just ask them."

"I didn't expect a visitor," said the handsome man with dark hair. He walked toward the adventurers, straightened his body, cleared his throat, and smiled. "I am Morglin, Lord of Shadowdale. How can I help you?"

"We have important news to tell you. A disaster is approaching." Midnight said seriously.

Moglin looked as if this was the case, and he said helplessly: "You may have noticed that certain measures have been taken here." Moglin said, "We are worried that Shadow Valley will be besieged in the near future."

"So, if you want to say that Zhentil Fort's army is a threat, we already know about this matter. And it has cost the lives of many good boys." Moglin sighed.

Then, he focused his attention on Imric, and he was a little surprised by the magic power of this mysterious silver-haired mage.

"Hmm, I seem to know you? Are you the Lord of the Silver Mirror of Waterdeep City?" Moglin said unexpectedly, with a hint of respect in his tone.

Imrik was a little surprised. He didn't expect that his name would spread to Shadow Valley.

"If there is no other person in Faerûn who calls him that, yes." Imrik admitted with a smile.

Moglin saw Imric's doubts and laughed and said: "Hahaha, don't underestimate the Harper's intelligence capabilities. Since you defeated the legendary drow mage invited by the Zhentarim, your name It has been spread among us for a long time.”

Hearing this, the three people at Midnight looked at Imrik in shock. They did not expect that the person they had been getting along with for these days turned out to be an existence that could rival the legendary mage!

"It's just a fluke, and at this time, magic is the most unreliable thing." Imrik said modestly, and then, as if he remembered something, he said seriously: "We have important things to discuss with Omar. Sir, I wonder if you can introduce me to me."

Moglin waved his hand and said: "Is that Elminster guy? No problem." After breakfast, Huksgaard will take your representatives to see Elminster, and tonight you are my guests. "

Moglin yawned, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm sure there must be other reasons for me to leave my sweet dreams, but we'll talk about that in the morning."

Some people say that multiple viewing angles are a bit confusing, but I will try to reduce them as much as possible later.