by Mel Odom
The young paladin fell back with the rest of his group. He swam with the others, finding it easier to battle in the mythal that covered the city than he expected. His moves in the water came more naturally since he didn’t have to hold his breath. Somehow his sense of balance seemed more sure as well.
A sahuagin thrust a spear at him from the right while another yanked its weapon from a mortally wounded sea elf.
Jherek swung the enchanted sword and chopped the trident head off, leaving the sahuagin with only the shaft in its hands. Once under water he’d found the sword swung as easily as if he stood on dry land, the blade not slowed at all.
The sahuagin seemed startled, then angrily threw the useless shaft away and spread the claws of both its hands. The second sahuagin approached in a flash, its fins pushing at the water.
Jherek willed the bracer into a two-foot shield and set himself as well as he could. He pulled the shield in against his body at the last minute. Like the sword, the bracer—in any shape he willed it into—had no water drag at all.
The trident slammed against the shield then deflected harmlessly over Jherek’s shoulder. The sahuagin shoved a hand out with its finger webs spread to slow and turn. Jherek uncoiled his arm and lashed out with the shield. The razor-sharp edge, thinner and more solid than the finest steel, sliced through the sea devil’s stomach, disemboweling it at once.
Still moving, Jherek swept the shield in, catching the water now because he willed it to, and lifted himself from the first sahuagin’s path. He brought the sword down and nearly severed his opponent’s neck.
Before he could recover, one of the few koalinth survivors caught him with a spear thrust in the chest. The silverweave mail shirt he wore prevented the blade from slicing through his chest, but the impact knocked him backward, slamming the breath from his lungs.
The young paladin went with the motion, flipping backward and reaching out to the water element of the mythal, letting it buoy him up. He’d discovered within the mythal that he could treat the city as if it were two-dimensional, like a city on dry land, or three-dimensional as if he were underwater.
Jherek kicked his feet and twisted as he willed the bracer into a hook. When the koalinth shot over him, the young paladin flicked the hook and caught the marine hobgoblin in the leg. He used the creature’s momentum to pull him faster, angling his body so he came up behind the koalinth.
The young paladin reversed his sword as he swung toward the koalinth. Though the creature’s back was toward him, he couldn’t strike. He switched the bracer to a dagger and readied himself as the koalinth turned toward him, lashing out with its spear. Jherek blocked the spear with the dagger, then drove his sword through his opponent’s heart.
Even as the koalinth died, Jherek changed the bracer back to a shield as a dozen sahuagin leveled their crossbows and fired. The short, heavy quarrels flashed across the distance and thudded against the shield. One of the sea elves a few feet away didn’t fare so well and took a quarrel through the throat.
In the next moment a Dukar stepped forward and formed a fireball in one hand. He threw the swirling flames at the mass of sahuagin. They had only a moment to attempt escape before the fireball detonated with a thunderous crack that left only burned and torn bodies behind.
Blood filled the water around Jherek and created a salty taste to the water he breathed. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced.
The sea elves kept falling back, having no choice as their numbers dwindled. Jherek caught sight of the House of the Waves on his left, then it was lost to the sahuagin forces as well. He lifted his sword and kept fighting, knowing the battle was continuing on a number of fronts.
“Pull those damned sails!” Azla roared as she ran across the decks, keeping her quarry always in sight. “Bring her about!”
Sabyna stood beside Arthoris on Azure Dagger’s forecastle. Skeins floated at her side, riding the wind. Sabyna’s attention was torn between helping Arthoris with his spells and with worrying about Jherek. She wished she could have stayed with him in the City of Destinies, but with the attack coming from the surface, they both knew she would be of more use there.
Twenty pirate vessels sailed the sea above Myth Nantar. The crews worked to dispose of Vurgrom’s poisoned kegs. The pirate had told them about the kegs after being taken prisoner. He bargained for his own freedom by telling. Jherek, in turn, informed the Myth Nantarn defenders.
Mermen and locathah swam under the water with nets, trying to catch as many of the barrels as they could.
Azure Dagger and Steadfast harried the pirate ships. In the beginning they’d thought there would have been a chance to prevent some of the sabotage, but with twenty ships against them, it was only a matter of time until they were captured or sunk.
After Captain Tarnar of Steadfast found out about the poisoned kegs, he’d sent a patchwork crew under his first officer south to Ilighôn in the hopes of reaching Corymrean Freesails that might be using the port city as a staging point. So far none of the hoped-for reinforcements had arrived.
As Arthoris prepared his next spell, a pirate ship closed on Azure Dagger, running broadside to her. Ballista crews worked to crank their deadly devices around and take aim.
Sabyna invoked one of the new spells Arthoris had taught her, knowing that the ship’s mage was vulnerable on the forecastle. She inscribed the mystic symbol in the air, and it glowed briefly before disappearing.
“Very good,” Arthoris said as he pulled on a leather glove that looked like it was equipped with brass knuckles.
“If Selûne guided me well enough,” Sabyna said.
Arthoris spoke a command word and held his glove-covered, clenched hand before him. A huge, disembodied hand appeared in the air before him. It measured five feet across at the knuckles.
“Deck crew—stand by to repel boarders!” Azla called, taking her place at the starboard railing. Pirates sprang to her side. “Ballista crews—fire at will!”
Under Arthoris’s control, the disembodied fist flew across the water, ignoring the ship that paced them, and hammered the mainmast. Three hits later, the mast cracked and sheared off. Sinking the ships wasn’t a good idea. The kegs would sink with them, and there were no guarantees the poison would drift far enough away not to hurt anyone. As soon as the mast crumpled, Arthoris moved the magic hand on to the next ship, attacking the rudder there.
Archers targeted the mage, who stood out against the rest of the crew as he gestured. Arrows sped from their bows, few of them getting anywhere close to Sabyna or Arthoris. Only a handful struck the invisible shield Sabyna had raised in front of them. They dropped to the deck, spent.
Grappling lines tossed from the pirate ship landed over Azure Dagger’s railing but were quickly cut away by the ship’s crew. Her own ballistae fired, clearing the pirate decks.
The fore ballista on the pirate vessel cut loose. The huge shaft came straight at Arthoris and Sabyna, then splintered against the magic shield. The impact, however, was enough to send both mages to their knees. Arthoris lost control of the disembodied hand, and it faded away.
Less than thirty feet away, Vurgrom’s pirate crew linked up.
“Stand ready,” Azla yelled.
Her crew raised their shields and their weapons.
The other ship’s crew all leaped together, using magic to span the distance to Azure Dagger.
“Haul!” Azla commanded. “Haul, damn you, if you would live!”
Men at either end of the caravel’s main deck pulled ropes and ran up a cargo net that spanned the distance across the main deck. The enspelled pirates thudded into the cargo net, caught off guard. Before they could slash their way through the net, Azla’s crew attacked them with swords, daggers, and bows. Up against the cargo net as they were, it was like stabbing fish in a barrel.
Sabyna helped Arthoris to his feet, peering out at the water. They hadn’t stopped many of Vurgrom’s pirates from dumping their deadly cargo, but she hoped they’d slowed them enough that
the undersea rescue teams could gather most of the falling kegs before they descended to Myth Nantar.
“Now there’s a welcome sight,” Arthoris said.
Turning south, Sabyna looked out over the horizon and saw the sails from at least five tall ships running with the wind. All of them flew the colors of Cormyrean Freesails.
“Let’s hope they’re not too late,” Sabyna said grimly.
Hurry, little malenti. There’s not much time.
Laaqueel swam after Iakhovas high above Myth Nantar. She glanced at the gates leading into the city, realizing that few of the koalinth had actually penetrated the city itself, proof that the mythal that protected against such creatures still worked.
The maps Iakhovas had drawn of the area from stories they’d gathered were very accurate. She saw Chamal Avenue to the left, noting the fighting going on there, all of it garishly lit by the Fire Fountain.
Iakhovas swam boldly, using his claws against any Myth Nantarn defenders who made it through his defenses. Over a hundred sharks swam with him as a living wall of protection, all under the control of the headband he wore. The sharks acted like battering rams, barreling through would-be defenders or ripping arms and legs off in their cruel mouths as they passed.
The sea elf rangers and mages of the city tried battling the possessed creatures as well, but they were too tightly packed and controlled to be turned away. A shalarin Dukar slashed through them, arching his body and gliding gracefully toward Iakhovas while using the sharks themselves as cover.
Laaqueel spotted the shalarin and almost shouted a warning. Her first instinct was self-preservation, and she knew without Iakhovas she would never escape the city. Tarjana waited outside the city, hidden behind a reef and the magic spell woven by Iakhovas. Before she could get past her hesitation, the shalarin Dukar cut through the sharks and engaged Iakhovas.
The shalarin’s hand glowed white and changed shapes, becoming trident tines that flashed out for Iakhovas. Reacting immediately, Iakhovas shifted his arm into the edged weapon Laaqueel had seen before as he engaged the Dukar. The sharks changed courses, swirling around their master to deflect other potential attackers.
The Dukar thrust the trident hand out but Iakhovas blocked it effortlessly and slashed the shalarin’s arm off with his own altered limb. Before the shalarin recovered, Iakhovas slashed again and decapitated his opponent. A shark glided by and snatched the tumbling head from the water, swallowing it whole.
Iakhovas turned at once and streaked for the collapsed ruin surrounding a circle of green and blue marble with coral mosaics that created a picture of a beautiful mermaid. Her hair, arms, and tail flukes each pointed to the seven carved coral arches set around the circle. Beneath her tail was the word AMTOLA, which Laaqueel recognized from her studies. Translated, it meant “traveler.”
The malenti priestess wasn’t sure what the mosaic represented. The information Iakhovas gave her regarding Myth Nantar’s history and geography was limited.
Shooting from the protection of the sharks, Iakhovas swam down to the ruins. He dropped to one of the coral arches as a squad of mermen raced for him from above. Iakhovas flung one hand out, blue fire shooting from his fingertips. A moment later a huge web uncoiled across the seven arches in front of the approaching mermen. Unable to stop, they slammed into the webbing. Sharks finned that way at once, attacking the easy prey.
Iakhovas moved to the nearest coral arch, a smile on his dark face. He hammered one side of the arch with his fist, breaking a section of it into pieces that floated through the water. He caught one of the coral chunks and crushed it in his hand, brushing the flakes away.
“See, little malenti?” Iakhovas showed her what was in his palm.
Laaqueel floated closer and saw the tiny jade gem carefully set into a dark red fire opal no bigger than her thumb. “What is it?” she asked.
“My eye, little malenti,” Iakhovas laughed. “The eye that Umberlee took from me. The eye I made to make me more powerful than ever. Until the Great Barrier around this place was shattered, I could not reach it—but with it, little malenti, with it I shall be invincible!”
Currents swept against Laaqueel, pushed by the mermen trying to escape the web and the savaging sharks. She glanced up to see other mermen, sea elves, and locathah working desperately to free their comrades from the death trap.
“Stand ready, little malenti.”
Iakhovas formed a fireball in his hand and threw it into the web. The strands caught fire, burning the trapped victims and those rescuers who were too close. Laaqueel dodged the falling bodies and the flaming web ropes.
“Now, little malenti!”
Iakhovas leaped up from the mosaic. Laaqueel followed, wanting to be free of all the enemies surrounding her. When she’d first entered Myth Nantar, even with an army twice the number of the defenders, she’d felt little chance of emerging from the battle alive. Now that Iakhovas possessed his prize, the slim hope that she might yet live entered her thoughts. Even so, she had no idea what she would do next.
She watched as a keg dropped on top of a nearby coral-encrusted building. A vaporous sediment billowed out from holes cut in the keg’s sides, and the purplish hue looked immediately familiar. The sediment spread quickly, enveloping a group of sahuagin battling a clutch of tritons. Within seconds all of them were dying, gripped in the paroxysms of the sahuagin poison.
More kegs drifted down around the city with the same effect. The poison spread quickly so it didn’t last long, and its killing radius extended no more than twenty feet. Glancing up, straining her eyes, Laaqueel saw huge nets manned by mermen and locathah already burdened with dozens more kegs. Their effort spared Myth Nantar a lot of damage.
Laaqueel halted for a moment, still stunned even after everything she’d seen that Iakhovas would so willingly sacrifice the sahuagin. She knew if the kegs were present that Vurgrom’s pirates must be on the surface. She doubted that would prove an effective escape route, but she had no idea of any other he had in mind.
“Live or die, little malenti,” Iakhovas called as he swam toward the surface.
She hesitated, not knowing which would be better.
Live, the feminine voice called out. Live, that you may serve.
Reluctantly, fearfully, Laaqueel swam.
Pacys stood atop the Colossus of Dukar. His fingers effortlessly found the saceddar’s gemstones, and the notes rang out as pure as dwarven steel.
At ninety feet tall, the statue was the tallest structure in Myth Nantar. The old bard stood on its head and sang, pouring his heart into the ballad he’d written for the defenders of the City of Destinies. Carved from lucent coral, the statue glowed brightly, providing nearly a third of the light filling the city. The statue held a tapal high in its right hand and stood straddling the entrance to a most revered tomb.
From his vantage point, Pacys could view the battle clearly. Qos, the High Mages of Sylkiir, and the Dukars led by Tu’uua’col stood in a circle around the Great Gate west of the Dukars’ Academy.
The mosaic plaza that held the Great Gate was almost two hundred feet across. The mages around the perimeter all glowed lambent blue-green from the ancient, eldritch forces they controlled. They continued their spell even though their defenders were swiftly falling to sahuagin tridents.
Drawn by the powers that connected him to the story that he told, blessed by Oghma, the old bard was able to see the main players in the battle as if he stood next to them. When he focused on them, he even heard their words.
His attention was drawn to Iakhovas as the Taker swam for the surface. Jherek remained low in the city, battling from building to building as the sahuagin and drowned ones continued pressing toward the center. Khlinat and a handful of sea elf guards stood watch over the old bard.
Pacys sang, giving voice to the words and the music that filled him. Never before had he felt the strength and confidence of a performance the way he did now. He knew his music affected the valiant men who battled below, adding s
trength to their flagging bodies and courage to their hearts in the face of a superior enemy.
“ ’Ware now, friend Pacys!” Khlinat roared.
The bard ducked as the dwarf sailed overhead astride a sahuagin nearly three times his size. One hand axe was buried in the sea devil’s neck and Khlinat held the other back, ready to strike. The sahuagin flailed with a handful of claws, narrowly missing the dwarf’s face. Khlinat put the hand-axe blade through the sea devil’s skull.
A burst of magic that suddenly flooded from the mythal staggered Pacys. With his senses fully open and receptive, he was overly attentive to such things. He turned back to the Great Gate plaza and watched as the sahuagin struck within the ranks of the High Mages and Dukars, driving their defenders back before them. The claws of the sea devils pierced the bodies of the magic-users.
At the same time, a yellow-green comet roared from the Great Gate mosaic and streaked for the surface. The comet’s tail stretched from the comet’s head to the mosaic, maintaining contact. The yellow-green glare washed over the City of Destinies, stripping away all other colors.
Qos roared and drew the huge two-handed sword he carried. Twice as tall as his attackers, he swept the blade through the sahuagin in a glittering arc, shearing them limb from limb. The Dukars that survived the initial attack summoned weapons from their bodies and battled desperately.
Even from as far away as he was, Pacys could see that Tanarath Reefglamor was among the fallen, a sahuagin’s trident shoved through his heart. Still, the old bard’s voice didn’t falter, remaining steady and true.
The yellow-green comet struck the ocean’s surface above and exploded into bright embers that whirled in the air. Several of them struck pirate ships, reducing them to rubble in heartbeats. The embers whirled faster, coming closer and closer together. The ocean’s surface whirled in the opposite direction of the embers, creating a swirl of white-capped peaks that abruptly inverted and stabbed down deeply into the Sea of Fallen Stars.
Even though he wore one of the mystic gems that all the Myth Nantarn defenders wore to spare them from the effects of the Great Gate, Pacys felt the pull of the huge whirlpool that suddenly formed and reached from the Great Gate to the ocean’s surface. The eldritch energies lighted the whirlpool from the inside, throwing out yellow-green light like it was a giant lamp. He watched as the swirling waterspout around the pirate vessels broadened to a thousand feet and more, sucking them down into the deep trough that opened.
