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. He was growing weaker and was clutching
desperately to consciousness. Through the haze, he could
barely see Dalamar marking the floor with a bit of chalk.
Tentacled paws and stranger appendages were probing the
air above the dark elf's head while he began chanting a
singsong phrase over and over again from within the
sanctuary of the hastily drawn pentagram.
For a moment it seemed that the horde of unearthly
creatures Lodston had freed would swarm into the chamber
and engulf the wizard. Yet he faced the monstrous beings
with unflinching, intense concentration until the "gate"
began to close. Then Dalamar raised both hands and his
voice, crying the same phrase as loudly as he could. The
final surge of energy was enough to dissipate the rest of the
ethereal light. Silence and semidarkness enveloped the
hermit's fading thoughts.
Dalamar glanced first at the dwarf and then at the crude
table that held the open chest with his spellbooks and the
remaining scrolls. The dark elf began removing the magical
writings from the chest, examining each one for signs of
damage.
"H ... H ... Help me, D ... D ... Dalamar," Lodston pleaded
weakly. He crawled forward, trailing blood from his many
wounds, until he could grasp the elf's ankle in his gnarled
hand
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