Umber

T’lar appears in Hommlet to taunt Dryden and offer Corwin a place with her; Vayel finds an old acquaintance in Shadow.

Hadrack was not precisely happy when, the morning he left Montinelle, Sir Geoffrey decided to accompany him. “I could use a few days away,” the paladin said, “and your forest is always so revitalizing. Perhaps I’ll borrow Erenil for a day or two of hunting.”

“I’m not entirely sure where Erenil is.”

Geoffrey arched an eyebrow. “No? Then perhaps I’ll hunt for Erenil.”
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Summoned by Psydney to the World Seed, the adventurers learn the consequences of Svengali’s soul manipulations. (sab, ler)

It is just past dinner time in Hommlet and in the tavern, the villagers relax before the fire. The day’s labor was spent in clearing the piles of corpses and circulating tales of the recent battle, and many are amazed that their homes still stand. But they are far from fearful and the conversations that you overhear tend to revolve around preparedness and the need to train for the next, inevitable, encounter with the Tharizdunian cultists.
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The adventurers penetrate deeper into the territory of the slavers, and find themselves in over their heads far from friends.

The soft drizzle of the evening before had whipped itself into a substantial storm overnight, and by morning high winds, heavy raindrops and occasional hail slapped at the third-floor window of the Grey Kingfisher. Lars seemed in a foul temper at the enforced confinement, to which Lyssa responded by burying herself in Klavicus’ latest manuscript, The Spontaneous Replenishment of Abruptly Created Force Lacunae: A Case Study on Oerth. The demon himself was writing at an intricately carved ebon desk, books with cracked leather bindings and yellowed pages piled high around him. Although Lars’ pacing was nearly silent, it kept intruding on the balor’s peripheral vision, and finally he’d had enough. “Come here,” he snapped to the shapeshifter. “I want a word with you.” The two spoke together quietly for a few moments, Lyssa catching only the occasional phrase and trying assiduously not to hear any more. We’ll be back for lunch, Klavicus said before they vanished.
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