Escape From Undermountain: Forgotten Realms (The Nobles, No. 3)
Mark Anthony
Language: English
Pages: 31
ISBN: 0786904771
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
To rescue a missing noble, Artek the Knife must venture deep into the Undermountain, a vast and lethal labyrinth created by a crazed wizard, a place that is not only difficult and dangerous to access but nearly impossible to escape. Original. 75,000 first printing.
misty legs. Artek drew the curved saber Melthis had given him. The hilt tingled in his hand—it was the first time he had drawn it in combat. Warm energy flowed up his arms as red fire glimmered along the edge of the blade. A wraith spider lunged forward, and Artek swung the saber. The creature let out a mind-piercing shriek as two of its legs fell to the floor. For a moment, they twitched of their own volition, then evaporated into wisps of fog. The spider lurched backward. Beckla uttered an
its lance toward her, but its horse reared back, opening its mouth in a silent scream. A gout of green fire sprang up from the floor, consuming the Knight as it rose toward the ceiling. A moment later, the magical fire vanished. Beckla stared at the faint scorch mark on the floor—all that remained of the Knight. “Something tells me we definitely do not want to get captured,” she said. The others could only nod in agreement. They continued to move across the board, but their progress was slower
through. They fell sprawling to the floor of a great cavern. An acrid smell hung in the dank air. Artek heard a strange clinking sound and looked up. Glittering blue scales armored the vast, sinuous body of a blue dragon. Like sapphire sails, leathery wings spread open in a menacing display. Red eyes flaring hotly, the dragon stretched its serpentine neck, rising off the mountain of gold, silver, and jewels upon which it sprawled. “Thieves!” it shrieked in a deafening voice. The dragon opened
for the model to snatch up the likenesses of Guss and Corin, hoping that would return them to the laboratory. A thin sheet of crimson magic sprang into being between him and the table, throwing him violently backward. He clambered to his feet in time to see the mad wizard place the tiny skull figurine in a chamber next to a green pool. In the blink of an eye, Muragh was gone. This time Artek lunged for the wizard himself. Once again crimson magic flashed, tossing him backward like a rag doll.
gut straining against the guard’s food-stained jerkin. “You might want to give it a try yourself,” he said hoarsely. Beady-Eyes glowered darkly, sucking in his stomach. “Bring him out!” Dog-Face pulled hard on the chain, and Artek stumbled forward, barely managing to keep his balance. “I can’t walk with my feet shackled,” he gasped. “He’s right,” Dog-Face said. “And I’m not going to carry him.” Beady-Eyes scratched his stubbled jowl. “All right. Unlock his feet. But don’t get any ideas about