The Immortals of Myrdwyer by Brian Kittrell

Author:Brian Kittrell [Kittrell, Brian]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Speculative Fiction
ISBN: 9780982949566
Goodreads: 15785861
Publisher: Late Nite Books
Published: 2012-07-15T07:00:00+00:00

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The Catacombs of Myrdwyer

Laedron woke to Tavin shaking his shoulder. “Is it time already?”

“Indeed.” Tavin moved to the door. “We’ll receive the Far’rah’s blessings, and we’ll be off. Prepare yourselves.”

Blinking rapidly, Laedron stared at Tavin, for he looked nothing as he had the night prior. Instead of robes, Tavin wore tight-fitting leathers, a set of armor decorated with a floral design. The cloak flowing down his back had no flaws that Laedron noticed, and the man had weapons and wands fixed to his waist by a thick belt. “Equipped like that, you seem more like a warrior than a librarian.”

“I assumed ownership of these effects when our last attack failed. Some were mine before, and the rest belonged to one of our soldiers.” Tavin tugged and pulled at the tunic. “Not a perfect fit, but it’s close enough.”

“Seems good enough to me,” Laedron said, then turned to his friends. “Before we go, I should prepare our weapons. I’ve already enchanted this sword.”

Brice took the blade when Laedron offered it. “If we’re to fight huge, hulking monsters, I’ll need something longer than my dagger.”

“Be careful with that. Striking anything with it will summon a blast of sound capable of cracking stone, and bones and flesh are softer than rock. Marac, what would you prefer for your blade?”

After considering the question, Marac gazed at Tavin. “Any suggestions?”

“He can imbue the weapon with any spell he knows.”

“Of course, but what sort of challenges will we face?”

“Within Kareth’s lair, there will be Trappers and Netheren. We could face wild animals, but they’re the least of our concerns.”

“Netheren?” Brice asked, glancing at the sword Laedron had given him. “Will this work on those?”

“The undead? It’s not so much the tool as it is the method.”

Seeing a puzzled look on Brice’s face, Laedron said, “He means, cut off the head. Anything with an edge can do that.”

“Oh, right.”

Marac shrugged. “I’ll think about it. Come back to me, would you?”

“Very well. Val, what would you want for your bow?”

“I won’t be able to cut off the head of anything with it, and I’ve never heard of a bow that can break stone. Whatever you think would be best.”

Lightning? No, that would be of little use against either enemy. Flames? She could burn the undead, but cannot set crystal ablaze. A bit dangerous, too, if an arrow went astray. Ice? It might not work.

“We used to enchant our bows with force spells,” Tavin offered.

Laedron was surprised. “Force spells? How does that work?”

“You put an enchantment on the arrows so that, upon impact, they release an incredible force in every direction. If the force is strong enough and applied at the right location, it could separate limbs from the body or even crack the crystal structures of the Trappers.”

“Excellent suggestion,” Laedron said, taking the quiver from Valyrie. He imbued the arrows with the strongest force spell he could recall. Once he had finished, Laedron turned to Marac again. “Have you

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