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. The pulsing green and yellow
light of the portal made the half-orc's harsh features
even more terrible and cast shifting shadows across his
frame.
"Stay right where you are, ken-dirt," Denzil
warned. "The treasure of this tower must lie through
that portal and whatever it is, it's mine. But before I
claim it, I have unfinished business with your bones."
The snarling assassin advanced across the room to-
ward Tas. Fully aware that he was no match for the
half-orc, the kender took the only other option open
to him. He dove for the portal.
And almost made it.
Chapter 22
A rodent -- a lange rat -- scurried across the burn-
scarred, debris-strewn floor. Stealing from shadow to
shadow, the rodent knew it risked its life. Each time it
moved, it glanced toward the far end of the room, to-
ward the cracked and crumbling throne carved from a
single block of volcanic stone, the throne once used by
the Kingpriest of Istar, which now resided in the dark,
evil Abyss. Even after centuries, the fires still flickered
faintly within the throne, casting their red glow against
the pocked surface.
The rodent feared that throne, for on it sat, in her five-
headed chromatic dragon form, the Dark Queen, She of
Many Faces, Mistress of Evil, and one of the three crea-
tors of the universe, along with Paladine, the God of
Good, and Gilean, the neutral god who kept the balance.
If a being of such evil power should notice the rodent, the
best it could hope for would be death, sudden and final.
But the Dark Queen was certainly aware of the
rodent -- nothing happened in her chamber without her
knowledge and permission -- but something else was far
more interesting than the fate of a semi-intelligent scav-
enger
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