The Cities Series 02 - Temple Hill by Forgotten Realms

Author:Forgotten Realms [Forgotten Realms]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-01-08T16:36:23+00:00

into the cold fingers of the metal arm. Then, in a softer voice he added, "Just trust your instincts."

Corin bowed his head in embarrassment at his outburst. Only a fool thought he could use a weapon without many, many hours of practice.

"Fendel," he said intently, "your creation is truly amazing. Eventually, I'm sure it will be of great use to me, but I don't have the time to master it right now. We have to go after Lhasha."

"Keep at it," the gnome said, reaching up to give Corin a pat on the shoulder. "I don't want to leave until dark, anyway. Xiliath probably has eyes on every street corner, and we can't risk him seeing us go into the tunnels. You've still got a few hours."

Nodding, Corin resumed his drills, though he expected it to be an exercise in futility. Still, it was something to occupy the time, to keep his mind from conjuring up images of statues tipping over and smashing into broken rubble.

"I've still got some more preparations of my own to make," Fendel told him. "I thought I'd left this kind of thing behind when I joined the House of Hands, so it's taking me longer to get my things together."

As the wrinkled little man again disappeared through the door leading to his private storeroom, Corin heard him mutter, "Now, where are those spell components? I was sure I had some sulfur around here somewhere."

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The twin blades twirled and danced in intricate patterns, the swish of their strikes crisp and true as they carved the air around Corin. The warrior swung the weapons with the controlled fury of the legendary berserkers of the Cold Lands. The speed and savagery of

his blows sent ripples of wind wafting across the sheen of sweat that coated his bare torso.

Two hours ago he had struggled to manage the alien attachment tied to his amputated stump. Now he wielded a pair of swords with the artistry of a master, both his arms—one of warm flesh, the other of cold metal—acting in perfect unison.

It had taken Corin almost an hour just to achieve a level of basic proficiency with his new limb. Since that time his skill had progressed in phenomenal leaps and bounds. Further evidence of Fendel's talent as both an inventor and a spellcaster. In one short evening the gnome's creation had allowed Corin's ability as a warrior to far surpass the level it had taken him years to achieve on his own. The fury of the dual weapons magnified his assaults exponentially, making him a match for any warrior on the Dragon Coast—possibly even the mighty orog Graal.

Corin was so intent on his exercises that he hadn't even heard Fendel return. He reacted to the unexpected sound of the gnome's greeting behind him by spinning around and dropping into a defensive fighting crouch, the right sword poised to launch a quick thrust, the left ready to deflect an incoming blade. He relaxed when he realized it was only his host.

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