Shadowdale (11 page)

Glaring eyes.

Chattering teeth.

The roots and vines above the heroes shuddered. The earth beneath them appeared to bleed, and Adon saw large colonies of fire ants rising from the wounds. He shouted as he accidentally stepped on a freshly excavated mound and a swarm of ants ran up his legs. He slapped at the insects and their already swollen bodies burst beneath his blows.

A tree split open near Cyric and expelled the slime-drenched, stumbling body of a white-faced, ghoulish creature, naked and covered with black veins that pulsed and rerouted themselves across its body at random. The thing’s limbs bent backward and forward, and the sickening sound of bones shattering and bursting from flesh filled the air as a dozen of the abominations were jettisoned from the large blackened trees.

“Let the horses loose!” Kelemvor screamed, and the heroes let go of the animals’ reins. Being well-trained and used to danger, though, the mounts didn’t stray far across the clearing.

The creature before Cyric laughed as its amber eyes sunk back into its skull and emerged on its tongue. Then it swallowed them again, and they burst this time from the pale flesh of its chest. The creature moved forward, ripping its own arm from its socket to use as a weapon, and charged at Cyric, the claw-like fingers of the disembodied arm opening and closing with a fervor.

Cyric only had time to note that the creature did not bleed from its empty shoulder before it struck at one of his shadow selves. The thief spun and used his hand axe to hack at the creature.

Kelemvor stood beside Midnight, Caitlan, and Adon, watching as the white-skinned creature attacked Cyric. Then he heard a low growl and turned to see a pair of yellow dogs, each bearing three heads and eight spidery legs, creeping up on them from behind. The dogs separated and maneuvered to attack.

“Adon! Midnight! Back-to-back formation with me. We have to protect Caitlan!” The cleric and the magic-user responded instantly, helping Kelemvor form a triangle with Caitlan in the center. “Caitlan, crouch down, hands around your knees, face tucked in. Try not to look up unless you have to. Be ready to run if we fall.”

Caitlan did as she was told, without question. From her vantage, close to the ground, looking out past Kelemvor’s boots, she spotted more of the dogs in the forest — some waiting outside the small clearing; others attacking the white-skinned creatures. One of the spider hounds, racing close to the ground, seemed to be coming directly for Caitlan. She squeezed her eyes shut and tucked her head down, then offered a prayer to her mistress for their deliverance.

Midnight prepared to unleash a spell in their defense, and also prayed that it would not go awry. Magic missiles might not have the power to stop the beast, and Midnight didn’t dare throw anything as powerful as a fireball, for fear of it backfiring and killing her friends. So she attempted to conjure a decastave — a pole of force — using a fallen branch for the spell.

The magic-user completed the spell just as the first of the dogs leaped at her.

Nothing happened.

For an instant Midnight smelled the fetid breath of the middle head of the creature, and three sets of jaws opened wide to rend her flesh. Then Adon flung himself at the dog, knocking it away before Midnight could be harmed. Adon and the spider hound struck the ground separately, the hound falling in a muddy pit, its legs bicycling in the air as it attempted to right itself.

Adon looked up and shouted. “Midnight, Caitlan, move!”

The second dog had leaped at Kelemvor. He bent low and gutted the screaming animal as it passed above him. Midnight grabbed Caitlan and scrambled out of the way as the fighter was dragged down by the weight of the dog and fell in the spot where Caitlan had crouched only seconds before.

Kelemvor rose, pulling his sword from the body of the hound. He noticed that the other spider hound seemed to be drowning in the pool of mud. The fighter went to the beast and ran it through, ending its misery and its threat. The creature whimpered once before it died and sank into the mud.

More of the spider hounds prowled the edge of the clearing, avoiding the quick death their pack leaders had found on Kelemvor’s sword, and busied themselves by attacking most of the white-skinned creatures that had emerged from the dead trees.

“Quick, Adon. Help Cyric!” Kelemvor yelled as another of the humanoid creatures moved in to attack the thief.

Midnight hissed, “If you have you some dark trick to unleash, Kel, now might be the time!”

“Never ask for what you are not prepared to receive,” the fighter growled, then shook his head and braced himself as a trio of the white-skinned creatures that had avoided the dogs approached. Caitlan stood between Kelemvor and Midnight. The best they could hope for, Kelemvor knew, was to keep the creatures away from the girl for as long as possible.

A few yards away, Adon waded into the sea of quivering body parts that lay in a heap surrounding Cyric as he fought with yet another of the white-faced abominations. This one noticed Adon, ripped off its own head, and sent it flying at the young cleric. The head flew by, baring huge fangs, as Adon sidestepped and swung his hammer at a disembodied, claw-like hand poised to rip out Cyric’s throat.

The hand exploded as the hammer struck, and Adon turned suddenly, the sound of mad panting and the heat of something dark and evil at his ear. The disembodied head floated in midair beside the cleric, its broad smile full of sharp teeth.

“They’re not human,” Cyric shouted. “Not even alive, not the way we think of it. They’re plants of some sort, shaped like humans!”

The head that floated beside Adon made an odd sound, like a giggle.

Adon backed up slightly, never taking his gaze from the head, and raised his hammer. The head rushed toward the cleric, but he struck it soundly in the jaw before it had a chance to bite him. Moaning loudly, the head spun madly to the ground.

Moments later, after he dispatched the head, Adon saw that all three of the humanoids who had dared to attack Kelemvor now lay in quivering, bloodless pieces on the ground. But, another pack of the creatures was approaching Kelemvor and Midnight, and behind them, a dozen of the creatures were emerging from the forest, their razor-sharp claws twitching as they sliced at the air.

Midnight ordered her fellows to stand behind her as she attempted to find that perfect center of peace that was required for spellcasting. She began to sway, and her chanting rose above the gibbering of the approaching creatures. Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light and volleys of blue-white missiles leaped from her hands, striking at all of the humanoid creatures in sight. The tide of magic seemed endless, and even Midnight seemed startled by the effects of her spell. The darts of magical light pierced the creatures like daggers, and suddenly the monsters stopped their attack.

Then the ghoulish creatures began to wander. They looked to the sky, then to themselves, and then they fell, one by one, their flesh losing its consistency as the illusion of humanity fell away and their true nature was revealed. Roots erupted from their bodies, entering the earth, and moments later, all that was left of the creatures was a network of black and white vines.

Midnight looked down at the pendant, and watched as a few tiny streaks of lightning played across its surface, then vanished. She felt drained.

The easy prey destroyed, the spider hounds began to emerge from the forest and advance toward the heroes. There were more of the creatures than Kelemvor had realized: at least twenty of the beasts had moved into the clearing.

Suddenly, something fantastic caught Midnight’s eye: a blur of movement, the size and shape of a horse and rider. Then, the quicksilver rider was upon them, circling the party with blinding speed. Midnight felt as if she were in the eye of a whirlwind. A sudden yellow flash caught her eye, and she realized the rider was Adon. But how was he able to accomplish this feat?

Midnight turned away from her speculations as she watched Adon break from the protective pattern he had formed around the adventurers and speed off toward the spider hounds. He rode through the hounds, his war hammer cutting through the unprepared horde of creatures like a sickle through wheat, and in seconds the spider hounds retreated into the woods.

Yet even though the threat was ended, Adon and his mount continued to move in a blur until they vanished into the forest. It was obvious Adon had lost control of whatever magic he was wielding.

“By Mystra, you’ll be the death of me yet,” Midnight said as ran off on an impossible quest to catch the cleric.

An icy cold rain started to fall and was seeping through the canopy of trees. Midnight felt a biting sensation as the tiny droplets struck her skin and the winds struggled to force her back.

Adon, heart pounding, mind racing as he held on for dear life, realized that his lungs weren’t drawing air and his tenuous grip on the horse beneath him was giving way. He had given the beast a dose of his potion of speed, the single item he had withheld during Kelemvor’s careful inventory of everyone’s belongings. Adon knew that it was wrong to lie about such things, but he also knew that the potion had been a boon from the goddess Sune, and it would be her wisdom alone that guided his hand in its use.

However, when the spider hounds grouped to attack, and Adon received no sign from the goddess, he panicked and took matters into his own hands. He fed the potion to the horse but it was already moving before he could use more than a few drops on himself. The small vial then flew out of his hands as he held on for dear life.

Now, as the horse’s speed stole the breath from his lungs and he neared unconsciousness, Adon saw a vision — a beautiful woman’s face, carved from the fleeting specks of light and color that surrounded him in the vortex of speed. The woman’s hands reached out and touched the sides of his face, gently pushing him this way and that, as if to fully explore the wonders Sune had bestowed upon him.

“He’s not hurt too badly,” Midnight said.

Adon blinked, and the illusion of motion began to fade. “I thought you were Sune,” he said.

“He seems addled,” Kelemvor said.

“Aye,” Cyric said. “But is that anything new?”

The world abruptly came into focus, and Adon found himself staring up into the faces of his companions. They appeared to be in a forest, although Adon was certain there was nothing but flatlands along the way to the castle. Tiny flickers of scarlet radiance showed through the branches of the trees above them, although some of them appeared quite strange.

“Midnight, you — you saved me!” Adon said in amazement, a smile crossing his face.

“You fell off your horse,” Midnight said. Adon’s saddle and supplies were strewn about on the road beside him. Midnight realized the cleric must have been holding on to the saddle, and it was the bonds that held it in place that shattered under the strain of the horse’s speed.

Horror surged through the cleric. “My face! It’s not —”

“Undamaged,” Cyric said wearily. “Same as always. Now give me an explanation for what we witnessed.”

“I don’t understand…,” Adon said, attempting to appear as innocent as possible.

“You rode like the wind, Adon. You seemed more a blur of motion than a rider and mount,” Kelemvor said. “I thought your magics had failed you.”

“I wouldn’t phrase it quite that way,” Adon said.

“I don’t care how you would phrase it. What are you holding back from us?”

Midnight moved forward, and helped the cleric to his feet. “Don’t be a fool, Kelemvor,” she said. “It’s obvious he can’t explain what happened, any more than any of us can explain the madness the Realms have been infected with since the gods fell.”

Kelemvor shook his head. “Shall we go?”

Adon nodded gratefully, and everyone except Midnight returned to their mounts.

“That was a mistake, Adon.” Midnight spoke in hushed tones. The cleric was about to speak when Midnight cut him off. “It took me a few moments to understand. You have potions, don’t you?”

Adon lowered his head. “I had one. It’s gone now.”

Midnight frowned. “Any other surprises?”

Adon became alarmed. “No, Midnight! I swear to Sune herself!”

“Using magic might send you to Sune faster than you’d want, Adon. In fact, you could have killed all of us.”

Midnight nodded.

“Please don’t tell Kelemvor what I did. He’d skin me alive!” Adon whispered.

Midnight smiled. “We can’t have that,” she said, and walked away from the cleric.

“Certainly not,” Adon said with a bravado he did not feel. He bent down and began to gather his belongings.

“Come,” Caitlan said to the cleric. “We must be off to the castle right away!”

“But we’re still lost,” Adon cried.

Then, as if in answer to the cleric’s words, the trees began to shrivel and melt. Within seconds, the road was again clear and the rain had stopped.

“Sune be praised!” the cleric said, and rushed to join the others.

Because his horse was gone, Adon was forced to ride with Kelemvor. His initial preference had been to ride with Midnight, so they might continue their conversation from earlier that afternoon, but Midnight narrowed her eyes to slits and Adon abandoned the notion. Caitlan rode with the magic-user instead. Because both packhorses had been killed, the party was forced to carry their remaining supplies on the backs of the remaining mounts.

Midnight led her horse, which carried Caitlan, on foot until they were a mile clear of the ruination. The once living forest had already lapsed into an advanced state of decay. Midnight guessed that by morning the forest would be nothing more than the dust and dry earth it had been before their approach.

The heroes made camp beneath the stars, and ate the food that had not been infested by ants or lost to the arcane legions that had attacked them, then rested beneath the night sky. They would go on. There were no dissenting votes.

Though he did not suggest turning back, it was clear that Cyric was worried about the strange events that had plagued them all day. Instead of discussing the battle, however, the thief gathered his blankets and went to sleep immediately after dinner.