Return of the Sorceress: 4 (Dragonlance: the New Adventure) by Tim Waggoner

Author:Tim Waggoner [Waggoner, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2010-03-27T00:00:00+00:00

“Hey, I think I’ve found someone!”

Oddvar made his way over to Fyren, walking across broken stones as easily as someone else would walk across a smooth tiled floor. It was dark now, and the goblins worked by the light of lanterns set on top of poles. The light wasn’t that intense, but Oddvar was still forced to squint as he drew near the spot where Fyren had been clearing away rock. The goblin crouched near the wall of the pit, where Oddvar guessed the opening to a tunnel lay buried beneath the earth and stones.

As the Theiwar approached, Fyren pointed to a hand. “See?”

At first Oddvar thought the hand wasn’t attached to a body, but then he saw the wrist and forearm sticking up from the rubble. Oddvar’s lips formed a dark smile. It seemed as if one of Davyn’s friends, or perhaps even Davyn himself, hadn’t survived the collapse. But when the dwarf was close enough to take a better look, he saw that the hand was adorned with an intricately tattooed design. Oddvar sighed with disappointment. Whoever this was—or rather, had been—it wasn’t one of the accursed brats.

“Let’s see who it is. Uncover the body.”

As Fyren went to work, the other two goblins came over to watch. They’d made good progress in clearing away the debris blocking the tunnel entrance, primarily due to Oddvar’s ability to always pinpoint the best places to dig. But Fyren needed no direction to uncover the body beneath the rocks, and within moments, a Kagonesti male garbed in leather armor was revealed. Oddvar recognized the elf. His name was Kuruk, one of Bolthor’s bodyguards.

“He doesn’t look too good, does he?” Gifre said.

“What do you expect?” Drefan snapped. “Several tons of rock landed on top of his head!”

Oddvar could tell that the goblin leader’s estimate was way off. Given the size and type of rocks and the position of the pit, as well as their proximity to the wall, Oddvar judged that only a few hundred pounds of stone had fallen on Kuruk. The elf had very likely been near the edge of the cave-in. A dozen feet or more in the other direction and he might well have escaped unscathed.

The elf’s hair was crusted with blood from a head wound. One leg was broken, and one arm was a shattered ruin. Oddvar had to suppress a shudder. To his people, dying in a rockslide was a real and most feared danger, the sort of thing that parents talked about to frighten naughty children into behaving.

Oddvar was about to tell the goblins to carry the corpse of the elf back to Cairngorn Keep so Maddoc might make use of it later. But before he could speak, the elf’s eyelids flickered and he let out a soft moan.

Fyren jumped back in alarm. “Undead!” he shouted.

“Not dead,” Oddvar corrected. “In other words, still alive.” It looked like Maddoc would have to wait a bit longer before he got this one, but at least Oddvar had a survivor to question.

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