The Siege: Return of the Archwizards, Book II (The Return of the Archwizards 2) by Troy Denning

Author:Troy Denning [Denning, Troy]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9780786959693
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2011-07-26T00:00:00+00:00

Laeral stepped out of the forest mud onto the damp sand at Anauroch’s edge, nearly three hundred miles away. Though she had known in principle what to expect, so stunned was she by the size of the dark orb in front of her that, in her teleport afterdaze, she grew confused and thought she had somehow arrived outside the Plane of Shadow. Just translucent enough to make out the silhouettes of foothills rising ridge after ridge, the murky sphere was as wide as the horizon itself and so high that only a slim crescent of cloudy gray sky hung above it.

Laeral was jarred out of her awestruck muddle when Chief Claw stumbled into her from behind, nearly flipping his body over her shoulder and growling an Uthgardt curse. Recalling that there would soon be a whole stream of soldiers pouring out of the teleport circle, she quickly stepped aside and grabbed the barbarian’s enormous wrist.

“It’s the shadowshell,” she said, trying in vain to pull him aside. “You’re outside the Sharaedim, remember?”

“Charideem,” Claw repeated absently, head rolling backward as he struggled to take in the enormous dome of darkness rising above him. “The Great Dark Mountain!”

Lord Yoraedia blinked into existence behind Chief Claw and slammed into the barbarian’s back as he walked forward.

“Corellon’s arrows!”

Yoraedia stepped back, reaching for his sword—and was promptly knocked forward again when Skarn Brassaxe crashed into him from behind.

“What? Who?” the dwarf cried. “Where in the Underdark—”

“The shadowshell, remember?” Laeral set her feet and jerked Chief Claw aside, then released him and grabbed both Brassaxe and Yoraedia. “Snap out of it, good sirs, or our army is going to start teleporting in on top of itself—and if you think the Trade Way was a mess, wait until you see what happens when an elf and a dwarf try to occupy the same space!”

“Don’t want that!” Claw said, recovering his wits.

The chief turned and literally began to toss the other commanders out of the teleport circle as they arrived. Laeral spent another moment with Yoraedia and Brassaxe, helping them overcome their teleport afterdaze by reminding them where they were. When they finally seemed to recall what they were supposed to be doing, she assigned them each a sector to keep clear, then helped the next batch of arrivals through the transition. She had rehearsed the entire plan with her commanders before creating the teleportation circle in the Forest of Wyrms, but with only three hours to march the entire relief army through an area little more than five feet in diameter, there was no margin for error.

Finally growing confident that her commanders had the situation under control, Laeral turned to inspect the area. Though hardly pouring rain, the weather was still overcast and drizzly, and she could barely make out the main Shadovar camp, positioned for easy defense atop a low butte at Anauroch’s edge. The murky silhouettes of several dozen sentries stood at the brink of the cliff, using their dark spears to point down at the arriving army while their astonished comrades rushed up behind them.

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