Lisa Smedman - Storm of the Dead: The Lady Penitent

Storm of the Dead

Book 2 of The Lady Penitent Series

A Forgotten Realms Novel

By Lisa Smedman

PRELUDE

The sava board hung in a space between the planes, a bridge between the realms of two rival goddesses.

On one side was Lolths realmthe Demonweb Pitsa blasted ruin of blackened rock, overshadowed by a dark sky the color of a bruise. Eight pinpoints of ruddy light shone down with a fitful glow, turning blood-red the spiderwebs that drifted on the wind. Souls drifted with them, their agonized screams and howls rending the air.

On the other side was Eilistraees realm, a forest dappled with light and shadow. Thick branches screened the moon, the only source of illumination. It hung in the sky, unmoving, a blade-straight line bisecting its face. Half illuminated, half in shadowlike the moonstone fruits that hung from the branches below.

Songs drifted through the woods on which the half-moon shone: a multitude of duets. High, female voices paired with mid-range male voices. Yet some of the male voices had an edge. They sounded strained, pain-choked, as though forced to sing in a higher range than they were accustomed to. Other male voices droned in low bass, obstinately repeating the same phrase over and over: a melodic background at odds with the rest of the music.

Eilistraees realm had once been a place of perfect harmony. It had grown larger, made stronger by a recent influx of souls. Yet that potency was the product of an uneasy compromise.

The goddess, too, had changed. Eilistraee stood naked, her ankle-length hair the only covering for her velvet-black skin. Her hair had once been uniformly silver-white but was streaked with black. Her twin swords floated in the air, one at each hip. One still shone silver bright, but the other had turned the color of obsidian. Across the lower half of the goddesss face was a faint shadow, a trophy of her recent victory: Vhaerauns mask.

As Eilistraee waited for her opponent to move one of her sava pieces, a hint of red glinted in her otherwise moon-white eyes.

Lolth, seated on her black iron throne and currently wearing her drow form, smiled at the flash of irritation in her daughters eyes. Instead of making the move shed been contemplating, Lolth lifted a hand and watched, idly, as a spider spun a web between her splayed fingers. Other spiders scurried across her dark skin or nested in her long, tangled hair. One of these nests erupted like a boil as she dallied, releasing a cloud of tiny red spiders into the air. They drifted away on the wind, hair-thin strands of web trailing in their wake.

When the web between her fingers was complete, Lolth flicked the spider away and licked its spinnings from her fingers, savoring both the stickiness and her opponents rising irritation.

Patience, daughter. Her chiding voice reverberated with the echoes of her other seven aspects. Patience. Just look where your brothers rash actions brought him to.

Lolth gestured. A window opened onto the Astral Plane. In the distance of that silver void, moldering fragments drifted: the body of a god, sliced to pieces by Eilistraees swords. A fragment that might have been the head groaned faintly, then stilled.

Lolth feigned sadness as she stared at the corpse. No redemption for him. Not now.

Eilistraees jaw clenched. Beneath the shadow of her brothers mask, her lips were a thin line. But she would give her mother no satisfaction.

Sacrifices are sometimes necessary, she said. Vhaeraun gave me no choice.

Lolth waved her hand again, and the window closed. She stared across the sava board at Eilistraee, one eyebrow mockingly raised. Youre getting more like him, every day, she taunted. Too clever for your own good. It wont be long, now, before you make a similar mistake.

That said, she casually leaned forward and picked up one of her Priestess pieces. The pieceshaped like a drow female, but with a bestial face and eight spider legs protruding from its chestcringed under her touch. Lolth moved it next to another of her pieces, one that had remained motionless for millenniaa piece that had not been moved, in fact, since the game began. That piece, a massive Warrior with bat wings and horns, blazed to life as Lolths retreating hand brushed against it. Lurid orange flames danced over its black body and its wings unfolded with audible creaks.

Not yet, my love, Lolth whispered, her breath heavy with spider musk. Not yet.

The demonic Warrior piece stilled. Its wings folded back against its body. The flames turned a dull red, then vanished.

Eilistraee, studying the board, spotted a path along its web-shaped lines that would allow her to capture the piece that had just stirred. She could do it with one of her Priestess pieces. Taking out Lolths Warrior would involve several preparatory moves, some of them risky feints, but ultimately the Priestess piece could move into a position where it could strike the Warrior from behind.

As Eilistraee made the first of those moves, a ripple formed at the place where her domain met Lolths. Both goddesses started and looked up from their game. Eilistraees perfect nose crinkled at the scent that seeped from the ripple as it solidified into a dark cracka sickly sweet odor, laden with millennia of dust and ashthe scent of death.

A voice whispered from the crack between the domains. It had the sound of something produced by vocal cords long since gone tight and dry. You play without me?

A burst of cackling laughter followed. It danced at the edge of madness, then was gone.

Eilistraees and Lolths eyes met across the board.

Kiaransalee, Eilistraee whispered.

Lolth cocked her head in the direction of the disturbance and raised one eyebrow. Shall we let her join our game?

Eilistraee gave careful thought to the question. Kiaransalee, goddess of vengeance and queen of the undead, hated Lolth as much as Eilistraee pitied her. The once-mortal necromancer queen had, after her ascension to demigod status, joined Lolths assault on Arvandor, but her fealty to the Spider Queen was fitful and forced. Since Lolths assumption of Moanders hegemony of rot, death, and decay, Kiaransalee had smoldered with jealousyand had lashed out in anger more than once against her former ally. If Kiaransalee entered the game, Lolth would have to watch her back.

On whose side would you play? Eilistraee asked.

Neither side, Kiaransalee croaked. Another cackle of laughter burst from the gap between realms: a dry sound, like bones rattling in a cup. Ill play against both of you at once.

Eilistraee nodded. Shed expected this. Kiaransalee knew that Eilistraee and Lolth would never unite their forces. And her hatred of both of them ran deep. Eilistraee felt certain it would be a three-way game to the bitter end.

Lolth swept a hand over the board and its hundreds of thousands of pieces, and spoke to Kiaransalee. What use have you for the drow, banshee? Have you suddenly developed a taste for the living? She scoffed. I thought you preferred to line your bed with the husks of the soulless. After all who else would have you?

Inarticulate rage boiled out of the crack between realms. Abruptly, it switched to wild, mocking laughter. Spider Queen, it burbled. Who else would have you, but insects?

Lolth reclined lazily on her throne. You betray your ignorance, banshee, she retorted. Spiders are not insects. They are creatures unto themselves. Arachnids.

A pause, then, Arachnids they may be, but they squish just as messily as insects.

Fury blazed in Lolths coal-red eyes. You wouldnt dare, she hissed.

I just did, Kiaransalee gloated. Squish. Squish squish. A babble of taunting laughter followed. Arent you sorry now, for yanking my domain into yours?

Eilistraee interrupted the tirade. Let her play.

Lolth looked up sharply. Her eyes bored into Eilistraees for several moments. Then her gaze drifted to the sava board. She pretended to look at it idly, but Eilistraee could tell that Lolth was studying the pattern of pieces intently. The Spider Queen wasnt stupid. She would know what Eilistraee hoped: that Kiaransalees chaotic moves would provide a screen for Eilistraees own, more careful maneuvers.