Son of Khyber_ Thorn of Breland - Keith Baker [87]
“Fascinating,” Thorn said. She tapped Steel.
It’s irrelevant to our mission.
Thorn tapped his hilt twice. Usually Steel loved a chance to play Morgrave scholar. “Tell me,” she whispered.
The Angel of Flame is one of the titles used by the dragon Sarmondelaryx, but it’s only mentioned in Bal Thurin’s treatises. She was generally known as the Red Wyrm, or more infamously as the Bane of Thrane.
She tapped the hilt a single time. When Galifar was still a young kingdom, the Bane of Thrane carried out a campaign of destruction across Thrane, razing village and castle alike. The young prince raised a host of heroes, and they met the dragon on Toran’s Field, near the Golden Forest. The army was laid low, the prince was slain, and the Golden Forest was henceforth known as the Burnt Wood.
But Sarmondelaryx …
She tapped the blade again.
Some say that it was her defeat of the prince that paved the way for the rise of the Silver Flame, Steel whispered, sounding vaguely annoyed. The people of the land were deeply loyal to the Sovereign Host and Dol Arrah at the time. Many scholars say that the devastation wrought by the Angel of Flame—along with her defeat of the man seen as the Sovereigns’ chosen champion—caused many to lose faith in the old gods. It’s only one factor, certainly, but an interesting possibility.
They’d continued to descend as Steel spoke. There was a pleasant warmth in the air, though Thorn noticed that Daine and Drego were sweating profusely.
Steel was continuing the history lesson. Though best known for her actions against Thrane, Sarmondelaryx mostly targeted individual heroes, slaying the greatest champion of an age and then disappearing for decades. Some stories say that she’d made deals with the Keeper, and that she devoured the souls of heroes as part of some gruesome pact. Her last recorded appearance was her battle with our friend Harryn Stormblade, and that was hundreds of years ago. Most likely she’s long dead… certainly no threat to Sharn or Breland. Much unlike our friend here.
Thorn sheathed Steel once more, remembering the illustrations of the hero Harryn Stormblade battling a fierce red dragon centuries before and the strange dreams she’d had of becoming a very similar dragon.
“Here we are,” Drego said, his voice pulling Thorn from her reverie.
There was a gap in the floor—a sharp drop that revealed a tunnel with smooth, curved walls of pure black stone.
“Volcanic,” Drego said, “but not natural. When Halas Tarkanan leveled the old city, he drew magma up from below. There’s tunnels like this scattered around the depths.”
“And this will take us to the point?” Thorn said. “That’s odd.”
“The Cardinal Point wasn’t made by human hands, or goblins,” Drego replied, peering down into the tunnel. “It lies beneath the city, but it’s a natural feature of the region. This is the quickest path. Though I should warn you, it’s going to get hot.”
“Here.” Daine held out his hand. Three small objects lay in his palm. “I took these from the Cannith vault. Set the plugs in your nostrils, and breathe through your nose. They should purify the volcanic gases and cool the air to a safe temperature. They’ll provide basic protection for the skin, but don’t try swimming in molten rock.”
Thorn took one of the plugs and fitted it against her nose. While the air wasn’t that warm to begin with, the instant the plug was in place, she felt a rush of cooler air against her skin. She tried breathing through her nose. The air was almost chilly and had a vaguely floral scent.
Daine produced the bag of holding. Rooting within, he pulled out an assortment of climbing tools: a knotted rope, pitons, hammers. “I understand you’re quite the climber,” he said to Thorn. “Perhaps you could manage the initial descent.”
Thorn nodded, taking one end of the rope and looping it around her waist. “Shalitar,” she said, invoking the same spell she’d used to scale Torran Spire. She felt a tingle as the magical energy spread across her hands and feet, giving her the spider’s gift to grasp the wall.
It was fortunate