The Shattered Land_ The Dreaming Dark - Keith Baker [50]
“So that’s a giant?” Daine said. “She doesn’t look like much of an archmage to me.”
Lakashtai shook her head. “The fall of giant civilization began with an attack from the outer planes—from Dal Quor, the region of dreams. Mystical portals brought a host of quori spirits to this world. It was an army of nightmares, fear given form.”
“The work of your il-lushtavar?”
“Il-Lashtavar, and no, it was not. The plane of Dal Quor goes through cycles, ages in which the very nature of reality is reshaped and redefined. The Dreaming Dark is the spirit of this age, but we can only imagine what came before. This is why I have come—in the hopes that among his treasures, Hassalac has recovered tools of these ancient quori, something that will tell us more about their society.”
“How does this help me?”
“The giants fought the forces of Dal Quor and in time defeated them. The giants developed some sort of terrible weapon that altered the orbits of the planes themselves. Once a skilled wizard could travel into Dal Quor or summon its spirits to do his bidding. The giants shattered the bonds that bind Dal Quor to Eberron, and today it can only be reached in dreams.”
“Where’s that leave Tashana?” Daine said. “She seemed like a little more than a dream in that fight on the docks.”
“She is a vessel for a spirit of Dal Quor, and this fiend grants her terrible power. It would be far worse if it could manifest physically; as it is, the quori must act through mortal hosts.”
“I hate to ask again, but how does any of this help me?”
“The giants fought a war against nightmares, and they won. Their ultimate victory was due to the weapon that shattered the bonds of worlds, but they undoubtedly used lesser tools in the battle—and if they could defend against quori attacks, they might be able to drive the spirit from your mind. It’s possible Hassalac already has such a tool; if not, it is my hope that he has a map.”
“Because …?”
“I do hate to interrupt,” Gerrion said. “Actually, I kind of enjoy it, but that’s beside the point. We have arrived at our destination, my lords and ladies.”
The building before them was a dome-shaped structure built from large clay bricks. The walls were worn smooth by the passage of time, and Daine guessed that it was one of the oldest structures in Stormreach. In place of windows, large blocks of pinkish crystal were embedded in the walls. Each crystal slab was engraved with a unique symbol, and studying the symbols Daine realized the nature of the building. Glancing at the arched doorway, he saw what he had expected to find—a familiar eight-pointed cross.
“This is a temple to the Sovereign Host,” he said. “What are we going to do—pray for our gift?”
“Not at all,” Gerrion said. “You’re going to steal it.”
You want us to rob a temple?” Lei said. She looked at Daine. “Surely you’re not going along with this.”
Daine shrugged. “Where were the gods when Cyre was destroyed?”
“You can’t expect the Sovereigns to take sides in mortal wars. Cyre, Breland—they watch over us all.”
“Not very well.”
“Stealing from priests—how much lower could we sink?”
Gerrion was watching the interchange with a smile. “Fair lady, I assure you that the master of this temple has sunk far lower than you ever could. If it is any consolation, he obtained the object we now seek through theft.”
“Why should I believe you?” Lei said.
“Well, since I was the one who stole it for him, I would hope you’d take my word on the matter.”
“Who did you steal it from?” Daine said.
“Hassalac Chaar. That’s how I know it’s something he wants.”
“Of course.” Daine ran a hand across his forehead. Lakashtai and Pierce both watched in silence. Daine guessed that Lakashtai had known about this all along; Pierce, on the other hand, saw no reason to speak. “So you know your way around Hassalac’s estate?”
“Oh, no. I stole the scale before it ever reached the Dragon Prince. I have my talents, but I wouldn’t