Eberron: The Tales of the Last War by Mark Sehestedt

Author:Mark Sehestedt [Sehestedt, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-7869-3986-2
Publisher: Fanversion Publishing
Published: 2017-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

6

… and found himself standing on the field in the Metrol Stadium.

“You’ve killed me, Alrek.”

He turned at the sound of Carena’s accusing voice and saw her stumble through the floating rose-petals towards him. One hand clutched her throat in a vain attempt to staunch the flow of the jade-colored blood that spewed forth to stain her gossamer gown.

“You’re not her.” Alrek made no move to help her. “She’s dead and soon you will be, as well.”

“Perhaps we are both already dead.” She choked on the thick fluid oozing from her neck.

“If that were true you would not be bleeding.” Alrek nodded grimly. “You will die and suffer for the evil you wrought.” And for Jorn’s death, he thought, heat rising to his face.

She opened her mouth to answer, but only a gargling sound emerged before she dropped to her knees. Her eyelids closed over her beautiful blue eyes. When she opened them again, Lucatia’s hateful yellow gaze locked onto him. She collapsed forward and as she brushed the brittle brown grass, shadows grew and contorted around her. Her form shifted inside the pocket of darkness until finally she kneeled before him in her true shape. Her scaled face looked up at him and she gnashed her fangs as if by will alone she could kill him.

“Your time on Eberron has ended, fiend.” Alrek clenched his fists as he wondered how he might speed along her demise.

A harsh blast of fetid air drew his attention. He turned quickly and had to shield his eyes from a blinding light as a portal ripped open the dream. Within, an angry crimson sky hovered over a vast desert. Small horned figures twisted in an undulating dance across the sandy surface, the flash of blades visible in their hands.

“What sorcery is this?” Alrek wished for a weapon.

Foul laughter answered him.

Looking back, he saw Lucatia stand, her dream-flesh fully healed. He tensed, ready to fight her with his bare hands if necessary to prevent her escape.

She tossed back her head and laughed.

“It would seem that I am more demon than not. I have been called home by he who sired me.” She walked toward the opening.

“You cannot leave this place alive.” Alrek stepped in front of her and sank into a fighting stance.

“This place exists only in our minds, Alrek. You cannot harm me any more than I could harm you.” She waved one hand dismissively. “However…”

An invisible force clamped over him, pinning his arms to his side. He struggled against it in vain, unable to even turn his head.

“Release me!”

“Spare me your demands, Alrek. You have won. The Noldrun and your halfling are alive. You have slain my physical body and I am banished.” She stepped past him.

“So you return to the the demon who spawned you.” Alrek attempted to distract her as be searched his memories for anything that might help him escape the mental bonds.

“So it would seem.” She paused near the portal and swiveled her hideous visage toward him. She smiled, revealing the glint of her fangs.

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