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Master of Hells Twice now I have been denied the realm that is mine to - photo 1
Master of Hells

Twice now I have been denied the realm that is mine to ruleonce in ancient Siluvanede, and a second time at Myth Glaurach. This city is the seat of my third realm, Malkizid, and here I will raise a mighty kingdom indeed. All I need is time, time to master more of your mythal lore, time to build my armies again.

You need not fear that possibility, Sarya, said the devil-prince. With the right mythal spells, you could stand a siege of centuries within Myth Drannors ruins.

I have spent ages uncounted buried in traps and prisons! I am not going to simply sit within these crumbling ruins and allow my enemies to contain me here forever.

Then you must destroy Evermeets army. Since you cannot reach them where they are now, perhaps matters will turn to your advantage if they place themselves within your reach.

Seemingly defeated on the battlefields of the High Forest and Evereska, Sarya Dlardrageths daemonfey legion has gone to ground.
As some among the elf defenders ponder a peaceful return to Evermeet, others realize that the war for the souls of all elvenkind is far from over.
Sarya hasnt been defeated, shes gone to the one place shell feel most at home, a ruined city that holds the secret to true power.

Myth Drannor.

THE LAST MYTHAL Forsaken House Farthest Reach Final Gate Realms of the Elves - photo 2

THE LAST MYTHAL
Forsaken House
Farthest Reach
Final Gate

Realms of the Elves
Edited by Philip Athans

Also by Richard Baker
R.A. Salvatores War of the Spider Queen, Book III
Condemnation

The City of Ravens
The Shadow Stone
Easy Betrayals

STARDRIVE
Zero Point

From Wiley Publishing
Dungeons & Dragons for Dummies
(with Bill Slavicsek)

For Alex and Hannah I didnt know anything until you came along - photo 3

For Alex and Hannah

I didnt know anything until you came along

Acknowledgements

My thanks to Phil Athans for his trust and encouragement in tackling this ambitious story, and to Steven Schend and Eric L. Boyd for the great pieces of this tale they left buried in half a dozen Realms books going back almost ten years now.

Thanks to my good friend Warren Wyman, a first-class sounding board for just about every problem Ive run into for the last couple of years, as well as fine company on many long, steep walks around Mount Rainier.

Finally, a special thanks to Ed Greenwood for his generosity with his valuable time and his beloved world. Weve all had it backward for years; Elminsters privileged to know Ed, not the other way around.

PROLOGUE 26 Kyth - photo 4

PROLOGUE 26 Kythorn the Year of Doom 714 DR I n a gentle summer rain - photo 5
PROLOGUE
26 Kythorn the Year of Doom 714 DR I n a gentle summer rain shower Fflar - photo 6
26 Kythorn, the Year of Doom (714 DR)

I n a gentle summer rain shower, Fflar Starbrow Melruth and his company fought for their lives on the outskirts of Myth Drannor. The streets of the Sheshyrinnamthe Temple Wardwere choked with blood-maddened throngs of gnolls whose battle cries sounded like the barking and snarling of hyenas. Towering mezzoloths, insectoid fiends armed with heavy iron tridents or simply their own sickle-like claws, waded through the feral gnoll warriors to reach the elven ranks.

There are too many, Fflar! We cannot reach the tower! cried Elkhazel.

The sun elf swordsman was not generally given to despair, but Fflar could hear the hopelessness in his voice. All morning long the armsmen in Fflars command, a sturdy company of Akh Velar infantry, had fought alongside many others to repel the assault on the Temple Ward. But the evil warriors came on without a break, heedless of their own lives.

We cannot abandon Crownfrost! Fflar replied. The arms-major is still fighting inside!

He turned away from Elkhazel to meet the attack of a pair of axe-wielding gnolls. He cut one down with a quick drop and thrust into the warriors midsection, deflecting the blow with an expert turn of his left-hand dagger. The other simply disappeared into the confused melee. Unfortunately, Elkhazel was rightthere were too many foes, more savage warriors and hellspawned fiends than Fflar could have imagined in the whole world. So many gnolls lay dead or dying in the street surrounding Fflars company that the elves could not form ranks or fight the battle of maneuver that might have favored their quickness and skill over the gnolls brute strength.

Only forty yards ahead of Fflars embattled company, the pale walls of Crownfrost Tower rose over the streets. Home to one of the citys wizard schools, it held no great secrets that Fflar knew ofbut it happened to be a strongly built building on the citys outskirts. As such, the fiendlord commanding the enemy horde had chosen to launch his assault on that part of the elven city by seizing Crownfrost. Arms-Major Olortynnal had had no choice but to deny it to him. Somewhere in the tower Olortynnal and a small company of elite bladesingers and champions fought to repel the hordes attack, but the press of gnolls, mezzoloths, and other foul warriors had surrounded Crownfrost, keeping the elf armsmen outside from going to the aid of their commander.

We need a better plan, Fflar thought.

He stepped back from the front ranks, searching for some alternative, some order he could give that would change the character of the fight. As long as his soldiers were under assault from nearly all sides at once, there was little he could do.

He glared at Crownfrost, so near, and yet so unattainable, and to his surprise he spotted a pair of elves fighting desperately on the broken battlementsArms-Major Olortynnal himself, commander of Cormanthyrs army, and his second, Arms-Captain Selorn. Mezzoloths attacked the two recklessly, coming on despite horrible wounds, and nycaloths flapped ponderously in the air above the tower, closing in for the kill.

Fflar! The arms-major! Elkhazel called.

I see him, Fflar answered. He didnt know how he could help the beleaguered champions, but he had to do something. Shouting a war cry in Elvish, he dashed forward into the line again, and hurled himself against the press, slashing and cutting on all sides as he struggled step by step for Crownfrost.

By the random opportunities of battle, or by the fury of his own counterattack, Fflar found a narrow space around himself.

Follow me! he called, and pressed ahead.

When next he found the chance to look up to Crownfrost, he saw a nycaloth alight behind Selorn and cleave the arms-captain to the breastbone with its heavy axe. The blow crumpled the warrior to the ground at one stroke. Olortynnal half turned to meet the new threat. With his back unguarded, the mezzoloth that had been in front of him stepped close and jammed the points of its trident between the elflords shoulders. More weapons flashed, and blood splattered the wet stone of the towers top. The arms-major sagged, only to be seized by the nycaloth and hurled down from the battlements with a shout of infernal triumph.

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