Black sharn-claws pulled on him, and he fought himself free at the cost of his spell. Raegar whistled to get his attention, and Priamon turned toward the rogue. "I wanted you to see this coming." Raegar threw the flaming short sword, and Priamon Rakesk watched with dread as the blade spun end over end before slamming into his ribcage, breaking more bones and setting his robes alight. Raegar laughed hollowly, scooped Tsarra up into his arms, and jumped onto the giant tressym's back. The trio flew away, and the flames flared in Raegar's hand again, returning his sword to him. Raegar brushed Tsarra's hair from her face. He smiled at her and said, "Two dashing and fearless rescuers at your service. Nameless and I make good rescuers, don't we?" Nameless looped higher into the sky. Raegar noticed Tsarra was shaking and her eyes were terrified. She managed to whisper, "… too far… Khelben…" Silver flames erupted from Khelben.
Nameless tried to dodge them, but the fires were things alive, dancing all around them for a breath before they focused on Tsarra and swirled into the gem on her forehead. "By the gods above," Khelben's voice croaked from Tsarra's throat. "My allies will be the death of me yet.
" Raegar saw Tsarra's hazel eyes flicker to blue when Khelben spoke, and they returned to hazel as her face grew frantic. Tsarra asked,
"Frostrune?" Raegar said, "He's about to be Frost-ruined." He looked up, holding Tsarra's head to see the remains of the Eightower hurtling from the sky. Raegar whooped and Nameless roared as they heard the desperate screams of the lich, who saw his fate coming fast. Three stories of masonry and rock crumbled into rubble atop him. The shock of the impact was felt even dozens of feet up in the air, and Nameless flew them all through the erupting dust cloud to land between the impact site and Malavar's Grasp. Khelben's voice croaked from Tsarra again, "You had better pray to Oghma that you did not destroy him, Raegar, or you may have killed everyone on the Sword Coast."
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Feast of the Moon, the Year of Lightning Storms (1374 DR)
"Are you crazed?" Raegar yelled as he slid off the back of the tressym. "You want a lich to survive that?" Raegar spread his arms to take in the whole scene of the tower rubble, many stones still rolling and settling amid the dust. "That's because we-don't-" Khelben's voice snapped, but Tsarra's face lost the Blackstaff's stony stare. Her face and eyes shifted through a number of expressions and colors before settling back to normal, and she said, "Thank you for stopping Frostrune, but we still need the lich's remains and the last remnants of him as well." "And destruction shall come upon the dawn…"
Gamalon's voice drifted down as slowly as he did in the storm. Wind and rain whipped his robes about, but the Tethyrian floated down gently, holding on to his staff with one hand and bearing Syndra's rolled-up carpet with his other arm. "He's been extinguished, as he rightfully deserves." "Stop quoting Alaundo," Khelben's voice snapped from Tsarra, "and tell me where Syndra is, Gamalon." Tsarra's eyes fluctuated in color again between blue and brown as she wrestled for control of her body. Nameless jogged toward her, his growl deep and low in his chest. Surprisingly, the growl remained almost as loud even though his size dwindled back to normal. Gamalon asked, "What's going on? How did Khelben throw his voice in her?" "Well, the rest of him's in there, too, it seems… and not in agreement with his hostess."
Syndra's voice came from the duskwood rod hovering in mid-air. "Saw his body get shattered by that lightning strike and his fires go into her gem there. Guess I'd better finish what he started, eh?" Syndra's ghostly form appeared atop the rod as she flew upward again. She cast a complicated spell Raegar had never seen before, but the noise level dropped considerably as a pearly globe of force completely encircled the lightning-wrapped pyramid. Within moments, the rain stopped.
Breaks in the clouds revealed the full moon in the western sky and dawn reddening the clouds' undersides to the east. Tsarra growled in tune with Nameless, and she frantically cast a spell that produced the image of Khelben from thin air. Her kiira flashed and an identical gem appeared on Khelben's image. She hissed at him, "Here! Speak for yourself, Blackstaff. And don't ever try to possess me again." Khelben looked himself up and down, finding this illusory form acceptable.
Your carelessness in battle forced us into this situation. And your carelessness was what started all this three days ago. Or have you forgotten? Khelben looked embarrassed for a moment and turned to comment on Syndra's spell. "Erm. Good, Syndra. Thank you. My spells were disrupted." For her part, Tsarra huffed in anger and stalked toward the pile of rubble. She muttered a quick incantation and scanned the pile, her eyes covered with a fine gray mist conjured by her spell. "Fine," she said. "Rakesk or some undead of similar power is still under there." Khelben slid next to her and said, "That bow I gave you earlier can act as a blackstaff. Say the word barkalrhael when he frees himself." "This is a pre-set spell? And what if he just teleports away?" "I anchored him here against his will. Spell battles are not times to stop being observant, my dear." The air between them and Raegar seemed to twist and wring itself until Laeral stepped sideways from the fold in space. "Husband," she chided, "apologize.
Tsarra's done far more for you in three days than other apprentices ever have, myself excluded." Laeral hugged Tsarra then tried to kiss Khelben but found him an illusion. She drew back a moment, but Raegar couldn't see her face or hear her voice. "Where are Nain and Kyriani?"
Khelben barked. "Apologies and better moods first," Laeral said.
Khelben growled furiously at his wife, who leveled an equally stern look at him. Moments later, Khelben and Tsarra locked eyes and a thin stream of energy spanned the air between the gems on their foreheads.
"Guess we don't get to hear that conversation," Raegar joked. "Most suffer for overhearing one of my conversations, Raegar Stoneblade,"
Khelben said. "Consider how fortunate you are to keep your Oghman-blessed wits. Now, stay with Tsarra while the rest of us confer." Khelben motioned to Gamalon, Syndra, and Laeral, and the quartet moved off a bit, leaving Raegar with Tsarra. All he heard as they walked away was Khelben's growl and Laeral's reply of, "Well, I think it did a world of good. He needed to relax." Raegar turned toward Tsarra and smiled as he realized his feelings toward her had grown. Tsarra looked at him then nervously glanced away. "Why are you staring at me like that?" "Well, you're the most beautiful thing to look at here, so suffer," he teased. "That and apparently five gods have something to do with us constantly falling into each other's arms. At last-a destiny I've no problem embracing." "You will if you try it without my approval, Stoneblade," Tsarra said. "Still, you do know how to impress with that arrival. Now, what exactly did you people do to my tressym? No growth spells I know can increase a creature by more than three times its size." "Weirdest thing, that,"
Raegar said, scratching his head as the pair of them watched Nameless step into a puddle to clean his plumage. "We saw the battle as we descended, and I wanted to help. Syndra cast a spell on Nameless to grow him, and the spell seemed to get away from her. He went solid silver for one instant, and the next thing we knew, he was the size of a cliffcat! By the way, it was his idea for me to ride him to your rescue. He can really snap those wings when he wants to make a point."
Raegar rubbed one shoulder and grimaced from the aches. Tsarra knelt by the tressym, and she purred at him. He looked at her, and she yelled, "Khelben, look!" Everyone turned to the tressym. His eyes were no longer a mismatched blue and green-both were the steel blue of Khelben's eyes. His sable fur was also broken by a silver-white wedge that ornamented his chin. Tsarra asked her familiar in his own purring speech, "What happened? Are you all right? Why did this change happen?" The only response Raegar saw was a wide yawn and stretch by the winged cat. In her mind, Tsarra heard him respond more clearly than ever before, Only magic, and it helps. I stronger. Want to go hunt more not-right-cold-prey? You need nap, calm yourself. Ah-food!