Escape from Undermountain

"K'hal sith таrа!" Beckla shouted in finish, raising her arms above her head.

"G'sssar ziph mooli!" the silversa

A shimmering aura of sapphire light sprang into being around Beckla's body. Artek thought he saw the wizard wiggle her fingers. A fraction of a second later, a blue aura surrounded each of the silversa

"Magic do uses, yeses?" they cried. "Wizardsss now we are, yesss? Ssspells cassst we! Yesss, yesss?"

As the silversa

"What did you do to them?" Artek asked, staring at the creatures in disbelief. "Did you really teach them to cast a spell?"

"Don't be a ni

Artek laughed, clapping the wizard on the back.

"Nicely done, Beckla," he said. The back of his neck suddenly prickled. He looked around just in time to see Corin abruptly turn away. Artek sighed, his high spirits quickly sinking. They still had to find a way out of this place, he reminded himself.

Beckla moved over to see Guss and examine the object he had found earlier. Artek stooped to pick up Muragh and approached the wizard and the gargoyle.

"It's a ring," Guss said, his green eyes glowing with excitement.

"Are you two getting married?" Artek asked dryly.

"No, not that sort of ring," Beckla scowled. "It's a magical ring." She held up a small circle of polished gold. "And it's not broken."

Artek gazed at the ring, his own excitement rapidly growing. The ring was so small that the silversa

"I'm not sure," Beckla replied. "But I think I can find out."

"It's awfully plain-looking," Muragh said critically. "I can't imagine it does much."

Beckla gave the skull a curious look. "Maybe. Then again, sometimes appearances can be deceiving."

As the silversa

"Circles within circles," she chanted softly. "Meanings within meanings. Grant me your guidance, Mystra, Lady of Mysteries, Goddess of Magic. Help me understand the nature of the enchantment that lies before me."

As the others watched in fascination, Beckla continued to chant, now in the ancient tongue of magic. After a moment, sparks of sapphire fell from her hands. They traced a slow spiral to the ring below, imbuing it with pale blue radiance. Lines of concentration furrowed the wizard's brow. Her hands began to tremble. Suddenly, her brown eyes flew open, and the blue sparks vanished.

"Oh!" she gasped.

"What is it?" Artek asked in alarm.

Beckla shook her head slowly. "She usually doesn't answer when I ask her questions like that. At least not so clearly."

"Who are you talking about?" Artek demanded.

"Mystra," Beckla replied.

Artek slapped a hand to his forehead in incredulity. "What? You're telling me that the goddess Mystra just spoke to you? She told you what this ring is?"

The wizard nodded solemnly. That's right. She is the patron goddess of wizards, after all."

"I know that," Artek sputtered in disbelief. "But the gods don't just answer every little question you put to them." -.,

"Apparently, sometimes they do," Muragh quipped. The skull addressed Beckla. "It seems Artek here is having a little problem with the matter of his faith. But I'm sure the rest of us would very much like to know what Mystra told you."

Beckla picked up the ring and held it gingerly in her hand. "It's a wishing ring," she murmured. The wizard's face suddenly seemed strangely troubled.

"A wishing ring?" Muragh exclaimed. "But that's wonderful! It means we can wish our way right out of this dump. Come on! What are you waiting for?"

"Not so fast, Muragh," Beckla countered. "It doesn't work that way. Remember those enchantments that Halaster bound into the walls of Under-mountain, the ones that keep anyone from magically transporting out? Well, that goes for wishes, too. If we try to wish our way out of here, we'll probably find ourselves in some random part of Undermountain, and our wish wasted to boot." She lifted the ring, gazing through its open center. "There's only one wish left in this thing. We have to use it wisely."

Artek scratched the dark stubble on his chin. He was still skeptical that the goddess Mystra had truly spoken to Beckla. But even if the wizard was wrong about the ring, it couldn't hurt to make a wish on it. And if she was right…

He glanced at the silversa

Artek turned back to the others. Then he had it. The last apprentice!" he said, snapping his fingers. "The ring can't transport us out of Undermountain. But it can take us to the last of Halaster's apprentices! It's our only hope."

Beckla arched a single eyebrow. "I thought you didn't believe that this is really a wishing ring. Have you changed your mind so soon?".

He glared darkly at her. "You're not making this faith thing any easier, you know. How will the ring work if we don't even know who or where the apprentice is?"

Beckla smiled smugly. The ring knows."

"All right, we'll give it a try," he growled. "Beckla, you put on the ring. Now, let's all gather close so-"

His words were cut short as the chamber's iron door burst open with a thunderous boom! It flew through the air and struck one of the silversa

A half-dozen steely forms lumbered through the gaping doorway, serrated claws waving menacingly.

"SQUCH! WRONG!" one of the thanatars droned angrily.

"PRISONERS! OURS!" intoned another.

Razor-sharp tails swiping wickedly, the thanatars charged the silversa

"PRISONERS!" it droned. "GET!"

The thanatars lunged forward, and the five companions gaped in horror.

"Now, Beckla!" Artek cried.

Jamming the ring on a finger of her left hand, the wizard opened her mouth. At first nothing came out but a fearful croak. She took a deep breath, then tried again. This time, faint words escaped her lips.

"I wish… I wish we were in the lair of the last of Halaster's apprentices," she gasped.

The thanatars opened their jagged pincers, ready to snatch up the prisoners. But a sudden, brilliant flash of azure light sundered space. In an instant, the stony chamber, the writhing silversa