followed him; she held her staff, and Pierce clearly heard a faint moan as the artificer passed him.
As Pierce’s gaze passed over the darkwood staff, a thought occurred to him.
The powers of the object are masked and cannot be determined
. He felt a faint hint of frustration, and he was certain that this was an echo of Shira’s injured pride. At first he’d thought that the spirit had no emotions, that it was a purely analytical entity; but the more they communicated, the more he felt that he was gaining deeper insight into the personality of the construct. He glanced at Lei’s staff again. The head was carved to resemble the face of a woman with delicate, fey features, whose long hair wound down around the shaft of the staff. This face was turned toward him, and Pierce had the distinct sense that the staff watched him.
“Onatar’s hammer,” Lei breathed. She had turned away from the field and was gazing up at the sphere itself. Pierce followed her gaze. He had never acquired the habit of swearing, but it was easy to see what drew the words from Lei. There was a crater in the shell so wide that Pierce could crouch inside it; cracks spread out around the deep wound.
“Can you explain that?” Daine said.
Lei shook her head, eyes wide. “My first ethereal jaunt, I’m afraid.”
“And hopefully our last, if they’re always this much fun.”
“Well, we’re not using this sphere again,” Lei said. She ran a finger along the hull. “Honestly, I’m surprised it didn’t shatter when we struck the planar barrier.”
“The stars are wrong.” None of them had seen the drow woman emerge from the sphere, but somehow she had slipped past the trio. Now she stood a dozen feet from the sphere, gazing at the sky. The wind ruffled her long, silver hair.
“That’s right, princess,” Daine said. “We’re not in Xen’drik anymore.”
Xu’sasar studied the stars with a fierce intensity. Finally she turned to face them. “Let us kill something,” she said.
Daine and Lei exchanged glances. “Why would we do that?” Lei said.
Xu frowned, clearly confused by the question. “It is the simplest way to learn the nature of this place.”
“Have you ever heard of maps?” Daine shook his head. “Pierce, I don’t know where we’re going, but I want more information. Give me a circle, one league around our current position. Swift and silent, and …” He glanced at Xu’sasar. “… don’t kill anything you don’t have to.”
“Understood,” Pierce said.
“Be careful if you see any lights,” Lei put in. “The stories of Thelanis often mention floating lanterns that try to lead mortals astray.”
“Understood.”
“And I will accompany you, in case there is anything to kill,” Xu’sasar said.
“Or you’ll stay here,” Daine said. “All I want is information.”
“Which is why—”
“—you’ll let Pierce do his job,” Daine said. “You want to kill the walking junkpile we left in Xen’drik? Then we need to work together. And when I say ‘work together,’ I mean you’ll do what I say.”
Xu’sasar said nothing; she turned her attention back to the stars.
“Pierce, you know what to do.”
“Yes,” Pierce took a moment to study the stones around the crystal sphere, imprinting the shapes and patterns in his memory; he wanted to make sure he could find his way back. Then he set off into the darkness, another shadow in the night.
Pierce had already seen that the smallest of the stones scattered across the field were the size of his head. It was only when he drew closer to one of these boulders that Pierce saw that it
was
a head … a sculpted face, staring up at the sky. The first one Pierce found was the face of a male elf, with delicate features and long tapering ears; the eyes of this stone eidolon were covered with phosphorescent moss, gleaming in the darkness. The head was half-buried in the soil, and Pierce wondered if it might just be the face of a complete statue, its
As Pierce’s gaze passed over the darkwood staff, a thought occurred to him.
The powers of the object are masked and cannot be determined
. He felt a faint hint of frustration, and he was certain that this was an echo of Shira’s injured pride. At first he’d thought that the spirit had no emotions, that it was a purely analytical entity; but the more they communicated, the more he felt that he was gaining deeper insight into the personality of the construct. He glanced at Lei’s staff again. The head was carved to resemble the face of a woman with delicate, fey features, whose long hair wound down around the shaft of the staff. This face was turned toward him, and Pierce had the distinct sense that the staff watched him.
“Onatar’s hammer,” Lei breathed. She had turned away from the field and was gazing up at the sphere itself. Pierce followed her gaze. He had never acquired the habit of swearing, but it was easy to see what drew the words from Lei. There was a crater in the shell so wide that Pierce could crouch inside it; cracks spread out around the deep wound.
“Can you explain that?” Daine said.
Lei shook her head, eyes wide. “My first ethereal jaunt, I’m afraid.”
“And hopefully our last, if they’re always this much fun.”
“Well, we’re not using this sphere again,” Lei said. She ran a finger along the hull. “Honestly, I’m surprised it didn’t shatter when we struck the planar barrier.”
“The stars are wrong.” None of them had seen the drow woman emerge from the sphere, but somehow she had slipped past the trio. Now she stood a dozen feet from the sphere, gazing at the sky. The wind ruffled her long, silver hair.
“That’s right, princess,” Daine said. “We’re not in Xen’drik anymore.”
Xu’sasar studied the stars with a fierce intensity. Finally she turned to face them. “Let us kill something,” she said.
Daine and Lei exchanged glances. “Why would we do that?” Lei said.
Xu frowned, clearly confused by the question. “It is the simplest way to learn the nature of this place.”
“Have you ever heard of maps?” Daine shook his head. “Pierce, I don’t know where we’re going, but I want more information. Give me a circle, one league around our current position. Swift and silent, and …” He glanced at Xu’sasar. “… don’t kill anything you don’t have to.”
“Understood,” Pierce said.
“Be careful if you see any lights,” Lei put in. “The stories of Thelanis often mention floating lanterns that try to lead mortals astray.”
“Understood.”
“And I will accompany you, in case there is anything to kill,” Xu’sasar said.
“Or you’ll stay here,” Daine said. “All I want is information.”
“Which is why—”
“—you’ll let Pierce do his job,” Daine said. “You want to kill the walking junkpile we left in Xen’drik? Then we need to work together. And when I say ‘work together,’ I mean you’ll do what I say.”
Xu’sasar said nothing; she turned her attention back to the stars.
“Pierce, you know what to do.”
“Yes,” Pierce took a moment to study the stones around the crystal sphere, imprinting the shapes and patterns in his memory; he wanted to make sure he could find his way back. Then he set off into the darkness, another shadow in the night.
Pierce had already seen that the smallest of the stones scattered across the field were the size of his head. It was only when he drew closer to one of these boulders that Pierce saw that it
was
a head … a sculpted face, staring up at the sky. The first one Pierce found was the face of a male elf, with delicate features and long tapering ears; the eyes of this stone eidolon were covered with phosphorescent moss, gleaming in the darkness. The head was half-buried in the soil, and Pierce wondered if it might just be the face of a complete statue, its
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