Insurrection

Ryld complied, bracing her shoulder with one hand and preparing to shove the head of the bolt through with the other. In one clean, quick motion, the shaft was out. Before she could jerk away from him, Ryld pulled it completely free.

Halisstra sobbed once, then she spat out the splintered shaft, waved the wand, and uttered a trigger phrase. The bleeding stopped instantly and the wound closed. The priestess sagged back and closed her eyes in relief.

«Let's go,» Ryld said, reaching out to help her to her feet, «before those fires burn out and the grays are over this wall.»

«Wait,» Halisstra said, and produced a second wand from inside her piwafwi. «Let's make it a little harder for them to shoot at us.»

Ryld arched his brow at her, puzzled. Quickly, she invoked the power of the wand twice, and the two dark elves were completely invisible.

Ryld reached out and found the priestess. He took her hand.

«So we don't get separated,» he explained.

Together, the two drow rose upward, watching as duergar alternated between scattering from the firepots that Valas was hurling down on them with deadly accuracy and firing ineffectually at the scout with their crossbows. As they neared the top, Ryld pulled out Splitter and sliced through the netting, parting the material easily with the enchanted greatsword. He and Halisstra passed through the hole and settled to the rooftop near where Valas knelt, peering over the edge.

«We owe you one,» Ryld said to the scout as he moved away from the edge to avoid any stray crossbow bolts.

The roof was covered with the bodies of a good half dozen gray dwarves.

Valas glanced over to where the warrior's voice had come from but didn't react otherwise.

«I saw you come down here and figured I'd try to catch up by coming the long way around,» he said, rising up to throw the last of his firepots. «When I saw these cretins here, laughing and throwing these things down, I knew you were in trouble.»

«Let's get out of here,» Ryld suggested. «Do you know where the others are?»

«I think they got up on the roofs on the other side of the square,» the scout replied, dusting off his hands and backing away from the edge. «We'll find them. The wizard will be all flash and glory when they run into something, so we can track them that way.»

Ryld turned to follow the scout.

«Too true,» he said.

The three dark elves made their way across the rooftops until they came to another side street a little farther ahead of where they'd originally been separated. Valas climbed down the side of a gaudily decorated shop that had plenty of hand- and footholds, while Ryld and Halisstra descended by their customary levitating method. By the time they were on the ground, the invisibility magic had expired.

«Lead on,» Ryld said to Valas, gesturing, and the scout took the fore as the three of them prowled through the street, making their way back toward the main thoroughfare.

The ground began to vibrate.

«What in the Underdark?» Ryld muttered, steadying himself as the street bounced beneath his feet. «What is that?»

«I don't know, but it's big,» Valas replied. He looked over at Halisstra. «Do you have any clue?» he asked her.

Halisstra shook her head, but she had a worried look on her face.

«Let's not stay and find out,» she said.

Valas nodded and proceeded out into the main street. Peering in both directions, he had to reach a hand out to stabilize himself, for the quivering had grown stronger.

«Oh, no,» Halisstra said, her voice stricken.

Ryld looked over at her and asked, «What? What is it?»

«Oh, by the Dark Mother,» the priestess said, putting a hand to her mouth in terror. «They summoned one.» «Summoned what? Ryld demanded.

«One of those,» Valas said from the warrior's other side, and when Ryld turned to look, he saw the scout pointing.

The weapons master turned to peer in the direction his companion indicated and saw a spider the size of the entire square clambering into view. He sucked in his breath, feeling his knees go weak.

«Oh, no.»

Pharaun knew that with his magically enhanced boots he could easily outrun the other drow, and that's precisely what he did. The wizard sprinted ahead, careful to maintain his balance on the quivering web street as the colossal spider pursued them. He had but a handful of spells left, and there was little if anything left in his repertoire that might affect the huge arachnid. A far better bet, he decided, was to misdirect the creature, perhaps conjure an obscuring mist that would allow him and the others to hide and sneak away while the spider was distracted—but he didn't dare stop to weave the spell.

«Pharaun!» someone shouted from ahead, and the wizard glanced over in time to see Ryld, Valas, and Halisstra standing in the mouth of a side street, gawking slack-jawed at the massive spider behind him.

He veered in their direction and darted into the shadow of the alley. Only then did he stop to catch his breath.

«I've never. . seen anything. . like it,» the wizard panted. «Danifae called it a … guardian spider.»

«Yes,» Halisstra said softly, still staring at it. «The matron mothers must have called i—Oh, by the Dark Mother. . it's summoning another one!»

Pharaun turned to see what Halisstra was talking about, looking past Jeggred and Quenthel as they came into view, ru

«Oh, no,» Quenthel murmured. «How many times can they do that?»

«I don't know,» Halisstra said from somewhere behind the wizard.

«Once is too many,» Pharaun said. «We've got to get out of here.»

He spun away from the massive arachnids, ready to sprint in the opposite direction.

«Wait!» Halisstra cried, pointing.

The mage glanced back once more.

Danifae was still limping badly and had not been able to keep up. As the second spider passed through the portal, it appeared on the opposite side of the battle captive. She was trapped between the two creatures, and was sprawled in the middle of the street as well.

«She's hurt!» Halisstra cried.

She took a tentative step forward to go to the aid of her attendant.

«Don't be a fool,» Ryld said, grabbing the priestess by the arm as Jeggred and Quenthel joined them. «You'll only get yourself killed, too.»

Halisstra jerked herself free and took another step out into the open.

«I don't care,» she said. «I'm going to help her.»

With that, the First Daughter of House Melarn dashed across the open area to where her servant was struggling to regain her feet.

The spiders sensed the movement, and both of them began to close in.