The secret door from Tenwealth"s chamber opened again, and Elminster poked his white-bearded head into the antechamber. "What do ye think ye"re doing? I said ye should find the door, not open it!"
As the old sage started to step into the room, Midnight saw the weave of a few of the spells tighten. "No," the raven-haired mage cried. "Elminster, don"t come in here. You"ll set off Tenwealth"s traps!"
Elminster froze and looked around the room. "What traps? I don"t see any traps!" he sputtered.
"They"re magical wards. I can see them hanging over the trap door," Midnight said without taking her eyes off the web of spells. "Somehow, I can see the spells themselves."
Elminster arched a bushy eyebrow and ran a hand slowly through his long, white beard. "Ye can see the spells, ye say? Can ye dispel them?"
Midnight swallowed hard. "I don"t know," she said softly. "But I"m going to try." The mage paused for a moment then added, "And I think you should wait in Tenwealth"s chamber, with the door closed. If something happens and a spell... misfires, Kelemvor and Adon will need your help to get the tablets."
"Can"t we do something?" Kelemvor cried from the priest"s room.
Midnight heard Elminster sigh. "She"s right," the old sage said solemnly. "There"s nothing for us to do but wait."
Kelemvor was cursing, and Midnight could picture him stomping around Tenwealth"s room. Adon, on the other hand, stood quietly by the door. "Good luck," the scarred cleric said softly. Then Elminster backed away from the secret door and Midnight heard it close.
My luck"s been pretty good with magic so far, the mage sighed to herself. None of the spells I"ve cast since magic became unstable have backfired too badly. I haven"t accidentally tossed a lightning bolt at a friend or lost an arm because of a spell misfiring. Not yet, anyway.
The raven-haired mage took a deep breath and spoke the words that Tenwealth had set to disarm the wizard lock. "Duty above all."
The web of spells tightened and quivered. The golden weave of the wizard lock spell glowed brightly for an instant, then the spell was gone. Most of the other wards disappeared, too. After the strands had stopped flaring and vanishing, two spells still hung over the entrance to the vault.
The remaining spells were incomplete, filled with gaps where other wards had been linked to them. Though the mage couldn"t identify one of the patterns, she did recognize the tendonous black strands that wove around the room. They were parts of the feeblemind spell she had seen earlier.
After closing both her eyes and concentrating for a moment, Midnight called the incantation to dispel magic into her mind. The mage knew that Tenwealth had probably paid a powerful wizard to cast the wards on the vault, so she should have little hope of dispelling the magic. Still, she said a silent prayer to Lady Mystra - though she knew the G.o.ddess of Magic couldn"t hear the plea - and cast her spell.
The green web that comprised the spell Midnight couldn"t identify vanished instantly. However, the black coils of the feeblemind spell quickly curled around the mage. "No!" she screamed, and in desperation repeated the incantation again. A flash of blue-white light filled the room. The feeblemind spell was gone.
Midnight opened the diamond-shaped trap door. A set of iron handholds led down into a small chamber lit by two more magical globes. The mage entered the vault and found herself surrounded by much of the wealth of Tantras"s temples. Gold and platinum plates, silver candlesticks, and finely wrought icons were piled in crates. A priceless tapestry depicting the G.o.ddess of Trade was stuffed against a wall. And somewhere in the cramped little room lay the Tablet of Fate Bane had hidden in the days before the G.o.ds were cast from the Planes.
Midnight knew that the tablet could be disguised as anything, but the illusion cast over the artifact would be visible to her enhanced vision. The mage quickly held a hand over her left eye and scanned the room. A bright red light leaked from a small box in the corner, and Midnight rushed to open it. She quickly pulled the cover from the long steel case. For an instant, Midnight saw the illusion Tenwealth had chosen for the tablet - that of a large, mailed fist - then the intensity of the light that burst from the box blinded her. She stumbled backward a few steps.
In a moment, the raven-haired mage"s vision cleared. Her right eye had returned to normal, and she could no longer see the glow of magic. The world appeared as it always had. The mage looked in the box, and the Tablet of Fate lay before her.
She picked up the artifact and saw that it matched the vision Mystra had given her before the G.o.ddess"s death. The stone tablet was less than two feet long, with sparkling runes carved into its surface. Holding the artifact with one hand, Midnight turned and carefully climbed the iron handholds into the antechamber.
Kelemvor looked up the instant Midnight pa.s.sed through the secret door. The fighter raced to her side, and Midnight held the artifact out to him. "That"s not a tablet," the fighter cried. "You"ve got the wrong thing!"
Midnight sat down on the rough mattress in Tenwealth"s chamber. The absurdity of the fighter"s remarks finally struck the mage and she started to laugh. "It"s an illusion," she coughed between bursts of laughter. "Just disbelieve the illusion and you"ll see the tablet as it really is."
Adon and Elminster had moved to Midnight "s side, too, and the heroes stood for a moment, staring at the Tablet of Fate. Midnight stopped chuckling, and Kelemvor and Adon helped her to her feet. She slid the tablet into the canvas sack that held her spellbook.
Kelemvor hugged the mage, a wide grin upon his face. "Now we can leave this place before anything else happens!"
Elminster frowned and shook his head. "Ye still have things to do here before ye can be off to Waterdeep. Do ye happen to recall what happened when Helm and Mystra battled on the Celestial Stairway outside Castle Kilgrave?"
"None of us could ever forget," Midnight answered, slinging the sack containing her spellbook and the Tablet of Fate over her shoulder. "The devastation went on for miles in every direction."
Adon nodded slowly. "And if one of the G.o.ds manages to slay the other..."
"Tantras will be destroyed," Kelemvor concluded.
Midnight turned to the sage. "There might be a way to save the city even if Torm and Bane destroy each other. TheBellof Aylen Attricus. They say the bell was only rung once -"
"I know," Elminster snapped, a sly grin crossing his lips. "Legend has it that the bell has the power to throw a shield over the city, protecting it from harm." He turned and raced from the room. "We must go there at once!"
The heroes raced after Elminster and they only caught him when he had stopped outside the temple. "But the bell is at the top of the southern hill of Tantras," Midnight panted. "That"s an hour"s ride from here, provided we push our mounts to the point of exhaustion. The avatars will be at each other"s throats long before we get there."
Elminster stood away from the heroes and began to gesture. "If we ride."
The sage cast his spell so quickly that the heroes didn"t have time to object. An intricate blue-white shield of light formed in the air and engulfed all four of them. Kelemvor was seized by a fierce panic when he saw the mage cast a spell, and a fear that Elminster might try to teleport them to the bell tower grabbed Adon. But the old sage finished his incantation, and the heroes found that they still stood in front of theTempleofTorm.
"Are ye ready?" the sage asked. The heroes looked at one another in confusion. The sage frowned. "Take their hands, Midnight ."
The raven-haired mage did as Elminster asked. Kelemvor started to protest, but he swallowed his words as the white-haired sage grabbed Midnight "s hand and the heroes all rose from the ground. In a few seconds, they were high above the city.
"I just hope this spell doesn"t fail halfway to the tower!" Adon cried.
Elminster pointed to the west. The golden, lion-headed avatar of Torm stood ominously still, towering over the city wall, waiting for the black-armored avatar of the G.o.d of Strife to leave the Dragon Reach. "It"s worth the risk," the old sage said grimly. "The G.o.ds"ll not wait for us to trek to the tower on foot."
XVI.
AS G.o.dS BATTLE.
As Elminster and the heroes flew over Tantras, they looked down at the chaos that gripped the city. People rushed through the streets. Worshipers of Torm were still dying everywhere. As they surrendered their lives to the G.o.d of Duty, the faithful sent their souls-sky-blue streaks of light through the avenues, forming beautiful patterns. Then the souls mingled and flowed toward Torm"s lion-headed avatar.
The Tantrasan military was out in full force, too. The soldiers attempted to direct the people rushing away from the avatars toward the garrison in the south. Most of Tantras"s citizens simply ran blindly in that direction anyway. In the harbor, ships were being prepared for battle, and the catapults on the breakwater were being loaded. The small Zhentish fleet remained just out of reach of the weaponry and made no move to advance into the harbor.
Kelemvor had never flown before, and the high, thin air that rushed at his face made him light-headed and giddy. As the green-eyed fighter looked at the sky, he marveled at how close he was to the clouds and how far he"d have to fall before hitting the ground if Elminster"s spell failed.
Flight was new to Adon, too, but the scarred cleric stared at the city, not the sky. A strange sense of wonder pa.s.sed through him. Is this how a G.o.d sees Faerun from the heavens? he thought. A world filled with thousands of tiny beings frantically scurrying about? The cleric shuddered and closed his eyes.
Midnight looked back toward the temple and could see Torm standing near the sh.o.r.e of the Dragon Reach, on the edge of a high cliff. A huge, dark shape covered with spikes was climbing out of the water. The mage thought back to Mystra"s battle with Helm outside Castle Kilgrave, and a sickness filled her soul. Midnight knew in that instant that Mystra was not the last G.o.d she would see die before the Tablets of Fate were returned to Lord Ao.
Elminster, on the other hand, fixed his gaze dead ahead and thought only of maintaining the flight spell.
In the near distance lay the clearing that held Mystra"s shrine. Soon the heroes could clearly see the tower that housed the Bell of Aylen Attricus. Within minutes, Midnight and her allies found themselves at the foot of the large stone obelisk.
Midnight turned to the north. Torm still stood perfectly still, watching Bane, who now stood on the sh.o.r.e. "The battle has not yet begun," the raven-haired mage cried. "There"s still time!"
The white-haired old sage rushed to the entrance to the tower, gesturing for Midnight to follow him. The instant he entered the tower, though, all sound stopped. Midnight joined him. Elminster looked around, puzzled.
Without trying to explain the magical silence, Midnight looked up and saw the rope coiled beside the bell, almost a hundred feet above them. She cursed silently and ran to the narrow, twisting stairway that led to the bell. Reaching the top, the raven-haired mage looked out the window and saw the Black Lord moving toward the lion-headed avatar. She uncoiled the rope and allowed the knotted end to fall to the sage.
Ring the bell! Midnight screamed in her mind and gestured frantically for Elminster to pull the rope. From the window, she could see that the obsidian giant had moved closer to Torm. Kelemvor and Adon appeared at the door. Both looked confused by the unnatural silence.
Elminster gestured for Midnight to come back down the stairs. The old mage had no idea how the bell would work, and he certainly didn"t want Midnight to be needlessly hurt when he used it.
Midnight was about twenty feet from the bottom of the long, winding stairs when the sage wrapped the rope around his hands and tugged with all his strength.
Nothing happened.
Elminster tried again, but the bell made no sound. It didn"t even move. Adon and Kelemvor grabbed the rope and all three tried to ring it. Still nothing happened.
Red-faced and sweating, Elminster gritted his teeth and pointed at Midnight , who had just left the stairs. The old sage pushed Adon and Kelemvor back and held the rope out to the mage.
The raven-haired woman nodded and took the rope. It felt very cold, and her sweaty palms seemed to burn as she pa.s.sed her hands over the line, attempting to get a secure grip. She thought of the thousands of people in the city who would die because of Torm and Bane, and all those who had already laid down their lives. In her trembling hands was the power to save the city. Midnight held her breath and pulled on the rope as hard she could.
The sound that echoed through the bell tower was so slight that Midnight feared for a moment that she"d only imagined it. Then the mage felt a rush of cool air descend from above. She looked up and saw that the bell was now surrounded by a soft amber haze. Streaks of black lightning played over the surface of the bell then shot out through the tower"s windows.
"Ye usually can"t trust "em, but this time the prophecy was right!" Elminster croaked, clapping his hands together. "It took a woman of power to save the city."
Kelemvor and Adon rushed to the doorway and watched as the black lightning reached out for two hundred feet in every direction. The bolts then stopped as if they had reached a barrier. Next, the lightning formed an intricate network of arches that curved down into the earth from the tower, forming the skeletal frame of a dome. The amber haze vanished from the bell then filled in the gaps between the arches of lightning until the area around the bell tower was encased in an arcane shield.
The green-eyed fighter ran to the edge of the dome, found a stone, and threw it at the barrier. The rock bounced off the amber curtain as if it had struck a solid wall. The city was still visible beyond the dome, and Adon could see that the avatars still stood to the north, beyond Tantras"s protective wall.
Elminster, too, was staring out at the barrier, but from inside the tower. He turned to Midnight , who stood with her eyes closed, the bell"s rope still in her hands. She felt as if every bit of strength had been drained from her body. "Are we safe?" she asked softly.
"We are, but the city isn"t!" Elminster cried. "Ye must try again! The bell must be rung fully. Its sound must carry throughout Tantras."
Sweat on her brow, Midnight looked up at the bell and dropped the rope. The cord dangled limply before her. Failure will put the blood of all of Tantras on my hands, she thought. But I gave everything I had last time, and the bell barely sounded.
Midnight sighed. Duty above all, she reminded herself sourly, looking down at the bag containing the Tablet of Fate. Then the mage forced away that thought and reached for the rope.
Elminster turned from the raven-haired woman and looked out the doorway, to the other side of Tantras.
Across the city, Torm and Bane stood face-to-face on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Dragon Reach. Both avatars were now well over one hundred feet tall. As each G.o.d stood, silently studying his opponent"s avatar, a cold smile formed on the Black Lord"s face.
"Lord Torm," Bane murmured sweetly. "My spies told me that you were in Tantras, but I never expected such a showy reception."
"Is it true?" the G.o.d of Duty growled, the b.e.s.t.i.a.l features of his lion-headed avatar curling as he spoke.
"You"ll have to be more specific," Bane sighed.
"Did you steal the Tablets of Fate?" Torm screamed. The G.o.d"s voice echoed over the city. "Are you the one responsible for the chaos in the world?"
"I cannot take all the credit," Bane noted calmly. "I had a fair amount of a.s.sistance. I"m sure you know by now that the Lord of Bones aided me in the theft itself. And, of course, Ao"s vast overreaction to that theft has played no small part in forging the unsettled state of the world."
The G.o.d of Duty curled his huge hands into fists and took a step toward Bane. "You"re insane," he growled. "Don"t you realize what you"ve done?"
Torm raised his right fist high over his head. There was a burst of light, and a metal gauntlet covered the hand. Next, the lion-headed giant waved his gauntleted fist and a huge, flaming sword flashed into existence, seemingly from the air itself. Finally, the G.o.d of Duty bent his left arm slightly, and a shield bearing his symbol appeared. Torm took another step forward and raised his sword to strike.
The G.o.d of Strife stood his ground and sighed. "You have no idea what you"re doing, Torm. If you destroy me, your pitiful little encampment will be wiped from the face of Faerun."
Torm stopped for an instant then took another step forward. "You"re lying."
Bane laughed, and the deep, bellowing noise shook the roofs on the houses near the city wall. "I saw Mystra destroyed in Cormyr, you fool. She tried to return to the Planes, and Helm simply murdered her." The obsidian avatar paused and smiled. "And when she died, bolts of energy swept the land and destroyed everything for miles around. It was actually rather pleasant."
Torm stood in shocked silence, so Bane continued. "I am here to retrieve something of mine that I left in Tantras a short time ago. Allow my soldiers to take my property to one of my ships, and I will leave," the Black Lord lied. "There need not be any violence between us."
"Something of yours?" Torm asked, shocked out of his silence. "You mean the Tablet of Fate that found its way to my temple."
Bane was genuinely surprised. If Torm had the tablet, why hadn"t he simply returned it to Helm? the dark G.o.d wondered. Actually, it didn"t matter, as long as the tablet was still in Faerun and not in Ao"s hands. "I placed the Tablet of Fate in your temple myself, only a few hours before Ao cast us out of our homes," Bane said, trying to seem at ease. "I thought it was a rather amusing little joke, hiding something stolen by an unfaithful servant in a temple to the G.o.d of Duty."
Torm gripped his sword tightly. "Turn back, Bane. I will not let you take the tablet. It belongs to Ao and it"s my sworn duty-"
Bane snorted. "Please spare me the lecture on duty, Torm. You should know me well enough by now to realize that an appeal to honor is the last thing that would impress me."
"Then we have nothing else to say, Lord Bane," Torm spat. "If you will not leave, prepare to defend yourself."
Bane took a step back as Torm"s sword sliced the air in front of him. Bane willed a night-black shield to materialize on his arm, and he raised it just in time to block Torm"s next blow. There was an explosion as the mystical sword and shield met. Both items shattered into fragments of energy and dissipated.
Bane surged forward and rammed into Torm. The G.o.d of Duty had raised his shield in time to protect himself from the deadly spikes jutting from the obsidian avatar, but the shield itself shattered from the blow. The G.o.d of Duty and the G.o.d of Strife stumbled together, back through the twenty-five-foot wall that surrounded Tantras. The giants crashed into Torm"s temple, and part of the building collapsed.
Bane pushed Torm against the remains of the temple, and huge chunks of stone toppled to the ground. From somewhere close by, the G.o.d of Duty heard tiny screams. Panic seized Torm as he realized that the cries were coming from the few people left in his house of worship.
The G.o.d of Duty struck Bane in the throat. When the G.o.d of Strife fell back from the force of the blow, Torm struck him again and again in the same spot. The G.o.d of Strife felt a slight crack open in his neck, and he reached out in desperation to grab Torm"s mailed fist.
At the same time, the G.o.d of Duty opened the ma.s.sive jaws of his lion head and leaned toward the Black Lord"s face. The G.o.d of Strife fell backward to avoid the rows of jagged, golden teeth, and Torm"s mouth snapped shut in the air near Bane"s neck. Seeing that the Black Lord was off balance, Torm drove his foot into the obsidian giant"s chest and pushed him back outside the crumbled city wall. The G.o.d of Strife crashed to the ground, sending tremors throughout Tantras.
Torm stood over Bane and raised his mailed fist. The Black Lord struggled to rise, but the huge spikes in his armor had been pushed deep into the hard earth by his fall. Torm"s fist crashed into Bane"s throat again, and the tiny, almost imperceptible fissure there opened wider. A tiny flow of reddish amber light seeped into the air.
But Torm did not escape this attack unharmed either. As Bane thrashed about, trying to defend himself against the G.o.d of Duty, one of the spikes on the Black Lord"s armor punctured Torm"s lower arm. The lion-headed avatar wailed in pain, and he fell back, clutching his ragged wound.
As the G.o.d of Duty stumbled away from the Black Lord, toward the edge of the cliff, he felt a horrible weakness. Looking down to the wound Bane had inflicted, the G.o.d saw a steady flow of sky-blue light pouring into the air. He felt a morbid fascination as he watched the soul energies of his worshipers pa.s.s from the ragged hole. Torm looked away from the wound just in time to see the Black Lord"s fist crash into his face.
Stunned by the ferocity of the attack, Torm was unprepared as the G.o.d of Strife struck him again. After the second blow, the G.o.d of Duty swung wildly at the Black Lord and hit him in the face with the back of his hand. Bane"s head snapped back and a small chip flew from his face. The G.o.d of Strife instinctively raised his hand to the wound. In the shiny black of the avatar"s hand, the fallen G.o.d glimpsed a reflection of the tiny jet of the greenish amber flame that escaped from the hole. With a scream, Bane leaped forward and tackled Torm.
Both avatars tumbled over the edge of the cliff. As the giants fell, they separated. Bane struck the mountainside twice before he landed on the rocky sh.o.r.e. Torm, another hole in his shoulder from the spikes on Bane"s body, reached out and tore a tree from its roots in an effort to slow his descent. The effort was futile, of course, and he crashed to the beach several hundred yards from the Black Lord. For the avatars, though, this was a distance that could be crossed in seconds.
Torm rose first. As he stood up, he saw two ships that bore the Zhentish flag wallowing in the Dragon Reach, far from sh.o.r.e. A few small boats were rushing to sh.o.r.e, up the coast a little ways off. The G.o.d of Duty swore a silent oath that he would kill every Zhentish invader he could catch... as soon as he had slain their master.
The Black Lord was only now beginning to rise. As he lifted his head from the sand, Bane looked down and saw another crack in his chest. More reddish black vapors streamed from the opening. "You fool," the G.o.d of Strife hissed. He looked up and saw Torm standing over him.
The G.o.d of Duty held a boulder over his head. The chunk of stone was so large that the giant, lion-headed avatar was using both hands to hold it up. "You must pay for your sins," Torm said flatly, then smashed the boulder over Bane"s head. The rock burst into pieces and more of the obsidian avatar"s face cracked. In return, Bane impaled the G.o.d of Duty"s leg with one of the spikes on his arm. Torm stumbled back, a geyser of soul energy rising from his wounds.
"I"m dying!" Bane cried as he staggered to his feet. He looked at his wounds, saw his energy draining away. The Black Lord"s eyes blazed with crimson light as he lowered himself into a crouch. "Come, Torm. We will visit Myrkul"s kingdom together."
Before the G.o.d of Duty could get away, the Black Lord charged to his side, grabbed his shoulders, and drew Torm into a deadly embrace. A dozen spikes pierced the lion-headed avatar, and Torm roared in pain.
The juggernauts teetered back and forth for a moment, standing only because they were supporting one another. Bane laughed, low and hollow, and the sound drifted out over the Dragon Reach. Torm looked into the Black Lord"s eyes, then opened his sharp-toothed maw and slowly brought the rows of teeth down upon Bane"s throat.
The G.o.d of Strife"s laughter abruptly ceased.
On the southern hill of Tantras, Midnight released her hold on the bell"s rope. It was no use. She had tried time and again to force the Bell of Aylen Attricus to sound once more, but she had failed.