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. Tasslehoff
gripped the bars before him, wondering if an earthquake had been
conjured by the sorcerer's powers.
Far below, the Magus called out three words. After each word,
light and flame burst from the center of the conjuring circle. Each
flash stung the kender's eyes, but he could not look away from the
sight. Yellow magma glowed with superheated radiance within the
circle, dimming the light from the firepots around it. A wave of
heat reddened Tasslehoff's face and arms where the furs he wore
did not cover him. The Magus did not seem affected by the heat at
all.
One last time the dark figure called out, speaking a single
name. Tasslehoff thought his heart would stop when he heard and
recognized it. The thundering roar vanished instantly, and an eerie
silence filled the air for the space of six heartbeats.
With a screaming whistle, the lava in the circle vanished
entirely and was replaced by darkness streaked with an eye-
burning violet light, resembling an impossible opening into the
night sky. Tasslehoff was straining to see into the pit when a thing
of titanic size arose from it, out of the night-pit and into the room.
Tasslehoff had heard rumors about the thing that stood before
him, but he had never truly believed them until now. The thing
towered over the Magus, three times the height of a man. Two
great tentacles dangled from its shoulders in place of normal arms,
and two heads maned with black fur rested where one head should
be
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