Seven Forges: Seven Forges, Book I
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Captain Merros Dulver is the first in many lifetimes to find a path beyond the great mountains known as the Seven Forges and encounter, at last, the half-forgotten race who live there. And it would appear that they were expecting him. As he returns home, bringing an entourage of strangers with him, he starts to wonder whether his discovery has been such a good thing. For the gods of this lost race are the gods of war, and their memories of that far-off cataclysm have not faded.
The people of Fellein have live with legends for many centuries. To their far north, the Blasted Lands, a legacy of an ancient time of cataclysm, are vast, desolate and impassable, but that doesn't stop the occasional expedition into their fringes in search of any trace of the ancients who had once lived there... and oft-rumored riches.
File Under: Fantasy [Savage Lands | Vengeful Gods | An Expected Journey | Battalions at War]
destroyed, but while the actual pain was a thing of the past – give or take the ghosts that still ran through his arms and told him his hands were still there and still shattered – the memory of the look on Menock’s face as he brought the hammer down was still burned into his eyelids. He couldn’t even close his eyes to escape the look on the bastard’s face as he ruined Andover’s world. Tega came out into the garden, a flower brighter than the rest around them, and offered him a nervous smile.
Andover Lashk failed, but to take their place his skin hissed and sizzled within the metallic confines. When Andover fainted away, his eyes rolling into his head and his mouth falling slack as his body fell, Drask held the boy’s hands in place, supporting the added weight and shuddering at the strain. Still he held the boy and when the wizard reached for him – perhaps to help, who could say what sorcerers contemplated? – Drask turned to him quickly. “If you move, if you interfere, I will kill
figure, watched as it moved toward the distant Seven Forges. He took his time answering, seriously considering everything that had just happened. “I have no idea. Gather the men. Gather the dead. Do it quickly. We’re going to follow that rider until we get some answers.” It was the sort of response he hadn’t planned on giving. Not really. He’d have preferred to say something wiser, perhaps to have suggested that they forget all about the strange rider and his preposterous mount. Instead he’d
from the beginning of the quest was in the chambers they’d arranged for him when he stepped through the threshold. “Goriah?” She smiled at him; it was a curious expression, neither promising nor friendly. Polite. That was the word. She did not want to be there. “I know you are tired. There will be time to sleep soon.” “What is it you need from me?” He wasn’t much in the mood for her or her riddles. Merros found her enchanting. Merros found most women enchanting, but mostly Wollis just thought
full of wind chimes and trinkets and no one would have heard her. Around her the other Sa’ba Taalor moved quickly and efficiently. There would be no room for error. The odds against them were grave. There would be no mercy for the exact same reason. Once the guards had been dispatched the group began the serious work. Swech opened the first tent and slipped in as quietly as she could. Four people rested within the cramped space. She struck four times. The sleepers did not awaken. Far away