The Month of Tarsakh, the 11th day, 1490 DR.
Carandini looked at the grey man in front of him, closed his eyes, leaned forward, and slowly exhaled – “I want that tome, and no Tymora priestess is going to stop me. Get the twins and Liona. We will take it tonight.”
…
The party advanced cautiously through the tunnels under Arabel. The city was asleep above their heads, and the moonlight shone down through the grates every now and again, shining just enough light that the rodents could see the grim faces. The Strigoi led the way, behind him the dwarven twins, followed by a spindly woman with elven features, and then last Carandini himself.
Neither needed light to see in the dark, and a magical silence followed the party swallowing any noise they would have made.
The Strigoi stopped at an intersection, looked back, Liona gestured “right” and Kessler counted 20 paces from the intersection and let the woman come to the front. She concentrated, moved a step to the left, and then summoned a magical doorway that allowed them to pass through the wall. The twins stood at the ready on either side of the sorceress.
Deep below the temple of Tymora, a magical doorway materialized in the far end of the crypt. The crew came through one by one with weapons ready, and magic to be unleashed. Carandini’s eyes gleamed when he saw the urns and coffins, and he reached into his robe to find some ingredients for a ritual.
…
Erika and Haverly stood their ground against the undead that had come from the crypts below. The loud singing and laughing at the banquet had allowed the intruders to make their way into the innermost part of the temple before the alarm was sounded, and the undead that were the shock troops had felled a number of the clergy, as well as some of the guards.
Erika and Haverly had to improvise in order to defend themselves, Erika trying to destroy the undead with her magic, while supporting Haverly who fought like a lion against the masses with a mace and a chair as his shield.
And then there were the thieves – the murdering, cowardly, bastard, thieves, who had felled Esmeralda in the banquet room, and who were led by the necromancer Erika had seen months ago in a roadside inn, and whom she had hoped never to see again. But here he was, and with his grey man as his bodyguard, two maniac dwarves who tore into the crowd with their halberds, and then a scary spidery woman who used fell sorcery to kill and maim.
The scariest part was that Carandini had raised Meltar to fight for him. Evil shone from his dead eyes and the newly created undead was stronger and faster and deadlier than he had been alive, and it was Meltar who stabbed Esmeralda in the back when she was desperately defending against the magics from the spider woman.
Meltar was now repeating his misdeed of pilfering the tome that held the Scripture of Zhengiy. Why that was so important to the necromancer was still unclear to Erika, but she expected it to mean more evil and more undead unleashed on the realms.
…
It was a messy and bloody fighting withdrawal for the Carandini pack, but the undead held up the most of the Tymora faithful, and Lady Luck was more than busy keeping her faithful alive than stopping a pack of thieves and murderers.
Erika and Haverly were at the front of the fight, pushing back the twin dwarves who were skilled with their weapons, but not very coordinated in their fighting style, and their lack of coordination actually cost the woman called Liona her life, as the dwarves left her open to an attack from Erika right before they could make their escape through a magical portal.
When everything had gone quiet, the wounded had been tended to, and the city guard had been briefed about the attack, Erika looked at Haverly and said, “we need to find Ventric and the others – they must help us stop Carandini from whatever he is up to”.
…
Erika and Haverly looked down on Esmeralda from their horses. She still looked a little weak, after having been allowed back from the dead by the divine favor of their Goddess.
“Don’t worry, we will find the adventurers and then Carandini. And this time we will stop him for good.”
The beautiful priestess smiled, and quoted the scripture.
Can’t all be coincidence
Too many things are evident
You tell me you’re an unbeliever
“It is dire times for our country and the realms, ride hard and ride fast, and find the heroes that we need, be they believers or not.”
And with those words from Esmeralda Erika and Haverly left Arabel heading for Hluthvar.
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