Pools of Darkness (The Heroes of Phlan) by James M. Ward & Anne K. Brown

Author:James M. Ward & Anne K. Brown [Ward, James M.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780786962891
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2012-04-03T00:00:00+00:00

Eerie Parley

The atmosphere inside Denlor’s Tower was heating up. But it wasn’t enemy wizards or warriors applying the pressure.

“You can pout, you can sulk, you can even wear that blue silky thing you wear when you want something special, but you aren’t going on this raid.”

“Tarl, I’m not going into the council chambers until we get this settled.”

“Good. You can stay here until Phlan is teleported back to the Moonsea. I’ll talk to the councilmen.”

Shal’s eyes blazed at her husband’s words. The pair left the tower and headed for the council chambers.

Few citizens moved about the city today. Most were either stationed on the wall or gathering food for the hungry defenders. Of those who were near the council, all looked on as two prominent personalities of Phlan argued in front of the chamber doors. The sight was worth watching.

The woman, who was over six feet tall with beautifully sculpted muscles, wrung her hands and pleaded with her husband not to go into battle without her. A slightly shorter warrior-priest of Tyr, dressed in full battle armor, was trying to calm his wife.

Tarl grew more and more exasperated. “You and I have battled the horrors and evils that have assaulted Phlan in this cavern for over a month now. There is no end in sight. My only desire is to see you safe.”

The sorceress gripped her husband’s hand. “Do you think I want you any less safe? Is the Warhammer of Tyr going to keep you alive forever? There’s only one way this argument is going to end. I’m going wherever you go. You can’t stop me.”

Tarl gazed at his wife with admiration and frustration. He shook his head in defeat and opened the door for her. By the gods, he loved this woman.

First Councilman Kroegel rose to meet the pair. “So glad you could attend our meeting. In these troubled times, it is comforting to have loyal citizens to defend Phlan.”

Tarl bowed to His Holiness, Seventh Councilman Wahl. He was pleasurably reminded that a cleric of Tyr had held a seat on the council for the last hundred years. Tarl had been offered the seat, but he shunned politics. Administrative duties didn’t appeal to his free spirit. Bishop Wahl was an excellent alternative; he and Tarl had always seen eye to eye on matters in the past.

Fifth Councilwoman Bordish motioned to several comfortable padded benches. “We’ve called you here to discuss an effort at peace.”

“We’re here to talk about a raid into the cavern, not about peace,” Tarl said, jumping up and pacing before the Council of Ten. “How can you even think of talking peace? We’ve been attacked repeatedly and our homes have been moved to gods-only-know-where. If whoever did this had any intention of negotiating, don’t you think we’d know by now? I don’t see that we’re in any position to bargain!”

“Sit down, Tarl,” Bishop Wahl replied gently. “I posed the same concern to the council over the past two days. They want to attempt a truce, and I want you to lead the contingent making the attempt.

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