Destiny (Dragonlance: Elven Exiles, Vol. 3)

By Paul B. Thompson

The Elven Exiles trilogy ends with a enormous fight for keep an eye on of the final shelter of the elven race.

The ultimate unfastened elves of Ansalon have come jointly eventually within the kept away from valley of Inath-Wakenti. whereas the disfigured genius Porthios desires to lead a campaign to loose the elves' ancestral homelands, the rightful ruler of the elven country, Gilthas, goals of building a brand new fatherland within the haunted valley. to do this he'll need to resolve the riddle of the traditional ruins dotting the panorama, the curse that forestalls animals from dwelling within the valley, and care for swarms of ghosts lurking in the back of each tree and stone. however the maximum hazard of all may perhaps come from a unmarried outcast sorcerer who seeks to show the cursed land's energy to his personal ends.

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One of many 4 spirits took a leap forward and spoke—at least, the phrases appeared to come from it. He nonetheless lives. we can't declare him but. “Is he one among you? ” The spirit responded within the affirmative. “Who is he? ” glance on him your self. extra whispers stuffed the air. different spirits, much less solid-seeming than the 1st 4, had materialized above and under Favaronas. His break out blocked, the coed gave in to interest and crept towards his motionless captor. The knotted rag that held the hood tight round Faeterus’s throat ultimately yielded to his trembling hands. He driven the hood again and beheld the sorcerer’s face for the 1st time. Faeterus had implied that he used to be millions of years outdated. Favaronas may have disbelieved his declare to such an improbably nice age, however the sorcerer’s palms have been these of a truly previous elf, with favourite knuckles, so he anticipated to work out a wrinkled, withered visage. no longer so—the sorcerer’s face used to be delicate and unlined. His brow was once excessive, his chin sharp, and his ears rose to the predicted issues. His white-gold hair used to be brief and curly. He gave the look of an elf within the very major of lifestyles. Or did he? whilst Favaronas regarded extra heavily, convinced oddities grew to become obvious. The ears weren't rather correct; their peaked suggestions have been too lengthy and pointed now not up, yet again. The nostril, even though lengthy and slender as was once universal between Silvanesti, was once darkish round the nostrils. What Favaronas had taken for light dermis used to be in reality a coat of downy hair. No actual elf grew such hair on his face. It wasn’t even a beard reminiscent of people or half-elves wore. positive, white hair coated Faeterus’s whole face from brow to chin. to verify the proof of his eyes, Favaronas placed out a tentative finger and touched the sorcerer’s cheek. The hair used to be delicate as velvet. Stranger nonetheless, a shadow lower than Faeterus’s nostril proved to be a faint scar, as if his top lip were cut up in and sewn again jointly. Favaronas sponsored away, nonetheless staring. The extra he appeared, the more bizarre the face seemed. The sorcerer’s tongue, simply noticeable among his parted lips, was once darkish as sandal leather-based. His eyebrows appeared to meet over his nostril, or used to be trick of the sunshine? Taken as an entire, the face appeared by some means animal-like, as if a beast had attempted to rework into an elf and failed. simply he had the facility to depart, and he deserted us. “Why do you stroll the mortal aircraft? What do you need? ” To be clear of this position. you could aid. visit where of far away imaginative and prescient. With a sinking center, Favaronas glanced up the slope past the 4 specters. Distance and the steep attitude decreased the Stair of far-off imaginative and prescient to not anything greater than a horizontal band of darkish rock. “Why? What’s up there? ” the gang of apparitions vanished, leaving simply the 1st 4. They wavered like a picture visible via wasteland warmth. determined, Favaronas repeated his questions. grab the major earlier than the door opens. The 4 blinked out of life. “Wait! What does that suggest? ” he cried, the student in him already considering the phrases. “It means,” acknowledged a voice at the back of him, “time is brief.

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