Аннотация
Ed Greenwood, Elaine Cunningham
The City of Splendors
DEDICATION
To the sages and scribes of Candlekeep, and to The Hooded One for gracing the loreseekers of cyberspace with her tireless efforts and effortless charm.PROLOGUE
30 Ches, the Year of the Tankard (1370 DR)
Sharp gusts of wind buffeted Laeral Silverhand as she strode along the ramparts of Waterdeep's Westgate, dodging among archers and the wizards and sorcerers hurling fire at the besieging host below. Her beautiful face was grim, and her lithe body glowed slightly through her well-worn battle leathers. That glow was the only outward sign of the great power being drawn steadily out of her by the man she loved.
All about her, wizards were dropping with exhaustion. Two mages, their minds scorched by overuse of Mystra's fire, cowered behind merlons, gibbering like the madmen they might forever-more be. Laeral passed by without breaking stride. Later she'd weep, but nothing could be done for...
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