End of the Realms

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So this is a bittersweet day for me.  I have recently discovered that as of , there are no more Forgotten Realms books.

There is no official word from Wizards of the Coast as of yet, but a few authors on different sites I frequent have piped in whenever the question has arisen.  The Realms authors seems to be a tight knight community, and the few who have spoken up have confirmed that there are no new Realms books contracted from any of them.

This is really hard for me to hear, but there is a slim hope that some other publisher will pick it up.  Thankfully my paperback collection is almost complete, I only need Shadowmask from the Stone of Tymora trilogy.  Although I did decide to expand my collection a wee bit and pick up the Abyssal Plague series so I need a few of those.  Next it’s the ebooks, and with a little lick I can space everything out until next year before the withdrawal sets in.

And even then, there’s still all the D&D 5e stuff that they’re coming out with, so I should have a goo stockpile for a bit.

But, seeing as no more Realms books are being published, here is a list of all Realms books published from 1983 to 2016, ebooks and cross worlds included, compiled from both Wikipedia and the Realms wiki.  As of today I do not own any of the eBooks, and have starred the paperbacks I do not yet own.

33 years…fuck that’s as old as I am… o_o

Abolethic Sovereignty

  • Plague of Spells
  • City of Torment
  • Key of Stars

Abyssal Plague

  • The Gates of Madness **
  • The Mark of Nerath
  • The Temple of The Yellow Skulls
  • Oath of Vigilance
  • The Eye of The Chained God**
  • Sword of the Gods
  • Under The Crimson Sun by Keith R. A. DeCandido
  • Spinner of Lies Bruce R. Cordell (eBook)


  • Realms of Valor
  • Realms of Infamy
  • Realms of Magic
  • Realms of the Underdark
  • Realms of the Arcane
  • Realms of Mystery
  • The Best of the Realms
  • The Best of the Realms II: The Stories of Ed Greenwood
  • The Best of the Realms III

The Avatar Series

  • Shadowdale
  • Tantras
  • Waterdeep
  • Prince of Lies
  • Crucible: The Trial of Cyric the Mad

The Baldur’s Gate Series

  • Baldur’s Gate
  • Baldur’s Gate 2: The Shadows of Amn
  • Baldur’s Gate II: Throne of Bhaal

Blades of the Moonsea

  • The Swordmage
  • Corsair
  • Avenger

Brimstone Angels

  • Brimstone Angels
  • Brimstone Angels: Lesser Evils
  • Brimstone Angels: Fire In The Blood
  • Brimstone Angels: Ashes Of The Tyrant
  • Brimstone Angels: The Devil You Know

Brotherhood of the Griffon

  • The Captive Flame
  • Whisper of Venom
  • The Spectral Blaze
  • The Masked Witches
  • Prophet of the Dead

Chosen of Nendawen

  • The Fall of Highwatch
  • The Hand of the Hunter
  • Cry of the Ghost Wolf

The Citadels

  • Neversfall,
  • Obsidian Ridge
  • The Shield of Weeping Ghosts
  • Sentinelspire

The Cities

  • The City of Ravens
  • Temple Hill
  • The Jewel of Turmish
  • The City of Splendors: A Waterdeep Novel

The Cleric Quintet

  • Canticle
  • In Sylvan Shadows
  • Night Masks
  • The Fallen Fortress
  • The Chaos Curse

Cold Steel And Secrets

  • Part 1 (Ebook)
  • Part 2 (Ebook,)
  • Part 3 (Ebook)
  • Part 4 (Ebook)

Companions Codex

  • Night Of The Hunter
  • Rise Of The King
  • Vengeance Of The Iron Dwarf

The Cormyr Saga

  • Cormyr: A Novel
  • Beyond the High Road
  • Death of the Dragon

Counselors & Kings

  • The Magehound
  • The Floodgate
  • The Wizardwar

The Dark Elf Trilogy

  • Homeland
  • Exile
  • Sojourn

Double Diamond Triangle Saga

  • The Abduction
  • The Paladins
  • The Mercenaries
  • Errand of Mercy
  • An Opportunity for Profit
  • Conspiracy,
  • Uneasy Alliances
  • Easy Betrayals
  • The Diamond

The Druidhome Trilogy

  • Prophet of Moonshae
  • The Coral Kingdom
  • The Druid Queen

The Dungeons

  • Depths of Madness
  • The Howling Delve
  • Stardeep
  • Crypt of the Moaning Diamond

The Elminster Series

  • Elminster – The Making of a Mage
  • Elminster in Myth Drannor
  • The Temptation of Elminster
  • Elminster in Hell
  • Elminster’s Daughter
  • Elminster Must Die
  • Bury Elminster Deep
  • Elminster Enraged

The Empires Trilogy

  • Horselords
  • Dragonwall
  • Crusade

The Empyrean Odyssey

  • The Gossamer Plain
  • The Fractured Sky
  • The Crystal Mountain

The Erevis Cale Trilogy

  • Twilight Falling
  • Dawn of Night
  • Midnight’s Mask

The Fighters

  • Master of Chains
  • Ghostwalker
  • Son of Thunder
  • Bladesinger

The Finder’s Stone Trilogy

  • Azure Bonds
  • The Wyvern’s Spur
  • Song of the Saurials

The Harpers

  • The Parched Sea
  • Elfshadow
  • Red Magic
  • The Night Parade
  • The Ring of Winter
  • Crypt of the Shadowking
  • Soldiers of Ice
  • Elfsong
  • Crown of Fire
  • Masquerades
  • Curse of the Shadowmage
  • The Veiled Dragon
  • Silver Shadows
  • Stormligh
  • Finder’s Bane
  • Thornhold
  • Rise of the Blade -never published because the Harpers series was canceled. The novel is available for reading online at the author Charles Alexander Moffat official website.

The Haunted Lands

  • Unclean
  • Undead
  • Unholy
  • Realms of the Dead


  • Archmage
  • Maestro
  • Hero

House of Serpents

  • Venom’s Taste
  • Viper’s Kiss
  • Vanity’s Brood

The Hunter’s Blades Trilogy

  • The Thousand Orcs
  • The Lone Drow
  • The Two Swords

The Icewind Dale Trilogy

  • The Crystal Shard
  • Streams of Silver
  • The Halfling’s Gem

The Knights of Myth Drannor

  • Swords of Eveningstar
  • Swords of Dragonfire
  • The Sword Never Sleeps

The Lady Penitent

  • Sacrifice of the Widow
  • Storm of the Dead
  • Ascendancy of the Last

The Last Mythal

  • Forsaken House
  • Farthest Reach
  • Final Gate
  • Realms of the Elves

Legacy of the Drow

  • The Legacy
  • Starless Night
  • Siege of Darkness
  • Passage to Dawn


Lost Empires

  • The Lost Library of Cormanthyr
  • Faces of Deception,
  • Star of Cursrah
  • The Nether Scroll

The Lost Gods


  • Finder’s Bane,
  • Fistandantilus Reborn
  • Tymora’s Luck

The Maztica Trilogy

  • Ironhelm
  • Viperhand
  • Feathered Dragon

The Moonshae Trilogy

  • Darkwalker on Moonshae
  • Black Wizards
  • Darkwell


  • Murder in Cormyr
  • Murder in Tarsis
  • Murder in Halruaa

Netheril Trilogy

  • Sword Play
  • Dangerous Games
  • Mortal Consequences

Neverwinter Saga

  • Gauntlgrym
  • Neverwinter
  • Charon’s Claw
  • The Last Threshold

The Nobles

  • King Pinch
  • War in Tethyr
  • Escape from Undermountain
  • The Mage in the Iron Mask
  • The Council of Blades
  • The Simbul’s Gift

Paths of Darkness

  • The Silent Blade
  • The Spine of the World
  • Servant of the Shard
  • Sea of Swords 

The Pools

  • Pool of Radiance
  • Pools of Darkness
  • Pool of Twilight

The Priests

  • Lady of Poison
  • Mistress of the Night
  • Maiden of Pain
  • Queen of the Depths

Return of the Archwizards

  • The Summoning
  • The Siege
  • The Sorcerer
  • Realms of Shadow

The Rogues

  • The Alabaster Staff
  • The Black Bouquet
  • The Crimson Gold
  • The Yellow Silk

The Sage Of Shadowdale

  • Elminster Must Die
  • Bury Elminster Deep
  • Elminster Enraged

The Scions of Arrabar Trilogy

  • The Sapphire Crescent
  • The Ruby Guardian
  • The Emerald Sceptre

The Sellswords

  • Servant of the Shard
  • Promise of the Witch-King
  • Road of the Patriarch

Sembia: Gateway To The Realms

  • The Halls of Stormweather
  • Shadow’s Witness
  • The Shattered Mask
  • Black Wolf
  • Heirs of Prophecy
  • Sands of the Soul
  • Lord of Stormweather

The Shadow of the Avatar Trilogy

  • Shadows of Doom
  • Cloak of Shadows
  • All Shadows Fled

Shandril’s Saga

  • Spellfire
  • Crown of Fire
  • Hand of Fire

Shadowbane Series

  • Downshadow
  • Shadowbane (eBook)
  • Eye of Justice (eBook)

Songs & Swords

  • Elfshadow
  • Elfsong
  • Silver Shadows
  • Thornhold The Dream Spheres

Starlight & Shadows

  • Daughter of the Drow
  • Tangled Webs
  • Windwalker

The Stone of Tymora

  • The Stowaway
  • The Shadowmask
  • The Sentinels

The Sundering

  • The Companions
  • The Godborn,
  • The Adversary
  • The Reaver
  • The Sentinel
  • The Herald

Sword Of The Gods

  • Spinner Of Lies (eBook)

The Threat from the Sea

  • Rising Tide,
  • Under Fallen Stars
  • The Sea Devil’s Eye
  • Realms of the Deep


  • The Orc King
  • The Pirate King
  • The Ghost King


The Twilight Giants

  • The Ogre’s Pact
  • The Giant Among Us
  • The Titan of Twilight

The Twilight War

  • Shadowbred
  • Shadowstorm
  • Shadowrealm
  • Realms of War

Unbroken Chain

  • Unbroken Chain
  • Unbroken Chain: The Darker Road

War of the Spider Queen

  • Dissolution
  • Insurrection
  • Condemnation
  • Extinction
  • Annihilation
  • Resurrection

The Watercourse Trilogy

  • Whisper of Waves
  • Lies of Light
  • Scream of Stone

Ed Greenwood Presents Waterdeep

  • Blackstaff Tower
  • Mistshore
  • Downshadow
  • City of the Dead
  • The God Catcher
  • Circle of Skulls

The Wilds

  • The Fanged Crown
  • The Restless Shore
  • The Edge of Chaos
  • Wrath of the Blue Lady

The Wizards

  • Blackstaff
  • Bloodwalk
  • Darkvision
  • Frostfell

The Year of Rogue Dragons

  • The Rage
  • The Rite
  • The Ruin
  • Realms of the Dragons
  • Realms of the Dragons II

Other titles

  • Once Around the Realms
  • Evermeet: Island of Elves
  • The Shadow Stone
  • The Glass Prison
  • Silverfall: Stories of the Seven Sisters
  • Pool of Radiance: Ruins of Myth Drannor
  • Sandstorm
  • Dawnbringer
  • Venom in Her Veins
  • The Rose of Sarifal
  • The Gilded Rune
  • Prince Of Ravens (eBook)
  • If Ever They Happened Upon My Lair (eBook)
  • Spider and Stone  (eBook)
  • Spellstorm
  • Death Masks
  • Untold Stories

Faith and Vigilance

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The Sentinel is the second to last book of the Sundering series, and it took a bit for me to get into, again because there was no real connection with the character going in.  But other than that I quite enjoyed it.

We are introduced Kleef, Chosen of the dead god Helm and a member of the watch of Marsembar who is probably the only honest man on the payroll.  When the shadowvar chase two fellow Chosen through the streets of his city carrying the Eye of Gruumsh, naturally the servant of the Watcher feels obligated to get involved and ensure the safety of all caught up in this quest.

And an interesting quest this is.  With the worlds of Abeir and Toril separating at long last, many gods and almost-gods are vying to be in the perfect spot to gain more power in the inevitable vaccum that will be left behind, as some of those who were on Toril before the joining of the worlds choose to leave.

One such creature it the earth primordial, who just so happens to be the lover of Gruumsh’s wife.  Tempted into leaving, thinking his love was lost to him, she stole the eye of her husband to give to her lover as a token.  The task of the Chosen are to see it to the primordial’s alter and appropriately scarified to tie the primordial to the plane of Toril.  Or at least that’s the hope.  It is assumed once he has received such a token of love and fidelity he will choose to stay, retaining his mantle so that non other can take it up and gain more power.

Well, that’s the gist of it.  It is a tad bit more complex than that, but those are the bones of it.  What I found most interesting was that nothing was really as it seemed.  See there are four main characters, four Chosen in this story.  One isn’t really a Chosen at all, and another is not the Chosen of the god he claims.  You think these two are going to fall for each other, when really it’s those two. You think this person is going to sacrifice themselves, then you think that person, when really it’s someone else altogether!

It changes direction a lot, but it’s done in such a way that it’s kinda your fault, if that makes sense.  Like the story doesn’t directly point to the assumptions you make, you just make them based on what you (well I guess me in this case) make about books like this, and then it’s revealed that you were wrong all along.

So it’s a mind hump, but in a good way.  And it all makes sense which is better.

And now we move right along to the sixth and last book of the Sundering, The Herald by Ed Greenwoo.

Chaos grips Faerûn as vainglory, prophecy, and ancient forces comingle in the shadows cast by war.  Agents of the Shadovar lurk in the corners of Candlekeep in search of the arcane secrets that will power their war machine toward Myth Drannor. Gods and their Chosen run amok, all in a gambit to seize power. And a threat foretold by an ancient seer stirs.

At the heart of it all, Mystra, the great Goddess of Magic, has withdrawn from the world. Without her protection, Elminster, her greatest champion, fears for the nascent Weave, the fabric of magic Mystra wields to bind Faerûn. Will the Nightseer Shar, mistress of the great and fearsome Shadovar, seize the opportunity to blanket the world with her Shadow Weave?

With the help of Storm Silverhand and his protégé Amarune, Elminster works frantically to strengthen the Weave’s tethers and forestall what seems an inevitable reckoning. But other interests machinate for their own sinister ends.

As the Sundering draws nigh, Elminster and his heroic cohort must see the signs for what they are. The choice of worlds lies in the balance.

Old Friends, Older Enemies

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First in the Companions Codex, the most recent (and possibly last) series of the Drizz’t Saga.

This was full of so many feels for me.  It’s the first book where the Companions of the Hall are reunited in mind, body, and purpose.  And what a purpose that is.

The events of over a century ago looks like they are about to have some hidden and unintended consequences.  The Treaty of Garumm’s Gorge was created to bring peace between the orcs and the Silver Marches, but now it looks like it was a move in a long game Loth and Grummsh were running.

Because now Loth is on the move, and calling on some friends to join her.  We spend a lot of time with the drow of Menzoberranzan, where we learn that Loth is not pleased.  As Drizz’t traveled with Dahlia and Entreri in the Neverwinter series, Loth was making power plays for his soul, hoping to corrupt him.  But thanks to Meilikki intervening and offering his friends to choice to come back and help him, his soul was saved from Loth and delivered once again into Meilikki’s hands.

So now Loth, in spite of or perhaps because of this loss, is making a play for the shattered Weave, hoping to become the supreme Mistress of Magic and greater than all the other gods.

But in order to achieve that, certain steps must be taken on the surface.  So in tandem with Gauntlegrym (newly renamed as the drow city of Q’Xlorrin) the drow weave a mighty spell called the Darkening to…well…darken the skies above the Silver Marches, allowing Loth’s dark children to walk freely and wreak what havoc they can.

And among all this happening, the Companions of the Hall are wrestling with the implications of the treaty they signed so long ago, as Meilikki herself condemned it, telling her new disciple Cattie-Brie that all orckind and goblinkin are irredeemably evil and therefore, a blight on the face of Faerun, and that the treaty was a foolish move.

Tied to all this, in Q’Xlorrin, Entreri and Dahlia are held captive, with the elf female being tortured in mind and body until she breaks and is offered up as a sacrifice to Loth and turned into a living effigy within the new temple of Q’Xlorrin.  Of course when Drizz’t eventually catches wind that Enteri at least is captured by his dark kin, he enlists the companions to help him save the assassin.  And in the process Cattie-Brie and Dahlia face off against each other and battle things out, as Loth had taken over poor Dhalia and used her as an avatar, with Meilikki doing the same to Cattie-Brie.

So…yeah.  Hell of a lot going on here, and there’s a million other smaller things happening that I can’t even begin to tell you here.  I cannot wait to see what happens next, and I can’t help but wonder what happened to make Loth and Meilikki such enemies.  Is it personal? Because of Drizz’t?  Or just a result of their natures clashing, evil chaos vs natural order?

I don’t, and may never know.  But it will be fun trying to find out! After the next book though.  We have The Sentinel, fifth in the Sundering series next.

Stubbornly clinging to his family’s worship of a long-forgotten god, Kleef soon discovers that his god has blessed him with divine gifts, making him one of a new group of Chosen cropping up around the Realms. This divine gift makes him an excellent ally — and a target for those who wish to corral his powers.

After battling his way out of Marsember, a city besieged on all sides in the wake of the Sundering, he becomes swept up in the mission of a group of odd allies — a warrior princess, an accomplished thief, and a mysterious short pudgy man exuding a faint odor of decay. With the forces of Shade tracking their every step, they set out to thwart the rise of the goddess of death, but before long Kleef discovers that his allies hide dangerous secrets — secrets that could destroy not only Kleef but the very fabric of the Forgotten Realms.

Pirates Ho!

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The Reaver is the fourth book in the Sundering series, and the first one I had difficulties with.  Mostly because the first three were like ‘GASP! I KNOW THIS CHARACTER! I AM NOW SO INTERESTED/INVESTED IN THIS STORY!’ so I was able to get through them fairly quickly.  This one was a new character, never introduced to before, so I wasn’t as eager to read it at first.

But aside from that it wasn’t bad.  We are introduced to a Turmish prince-turned-pirate who is hired to kidnap a young prophet, a Chosen of the returned Lathander so he can be sacrificed on the altar of Umberlee by her Chosen.  And it just so happens that the boy is also pursued by minions of Thay, as Szass Tam has notions of godhood and is intent on capturing and sacrificing a Chosen of any god in order to absorb the spark of divinity that the Chosen harbors inside themselves and thus take on some deific mantle.

Chosen are popping up by the dozen as well, so it will be interesting to see how that goes.

Anywhoodle, this obviously does not happen, as the pirate turns back into a prince and does what he can to rescue the boy and keep him from both Umberlee and Thay so that he can help some Chosen of Silvanus stop the Great Flood.

Part of what happened during the original upheaval of the Spellplague was an incessant rainstorm over the Sea of Fallen Stars.  Sunlight rarely seeps through the black clouds, and the rain never stops, not once in a hundred year.  This has caused the sea to rise dramatically, and in correlation with the rising sea level, so too has the worship of Umberlee arisen.

But the boy intends to change all that, as Lathander says that a new world is being born and the storm was just the birth waters that precedes the great event of new life.  Now that this new life is to take hold, the waters must stop falling and start receding.  And only the combined might of Silvanus and Lathander can hope to halt the advance of Umberlee and her minions.

I cannot wait to get to the end of the Sundering and see what happens.  But before we move on to that, we’re going to check out Night of the Hunder, first in the Companions Codex trilogy by R.A. Salvatore.

See, I finally got smart and I’m reading them in publication order so I stop mixing up timelines and spoiling story arcs for myself 😛

Drizzt Do’Urden returns to Gauntlgrym with old friends by his side once again, as they seek to rescue Bruenor’s loyal shield dwarf-turned-vampire. But not only do Drizzt and his allies face a perilous journey through the Underdark and the dangers of the undead that lie within, but they must cross through a colony of drow, who would like nothing better than to see Drizzt Do’Urden dead.  

Serpentbane Dusk, Bearskull Dawning Pt 1: The Middle

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The din of battle echoed all around her as she hastened to her father’s side.  The clash of steel on steel, the screams of the fighters, the moans of the wounded and the dying were faint but distinct.  The elves of Beriath’s Valley were more wont to take out their foes from the treetops, but Lord Berriam refused to allow the attackers to come so far onto his land.  As soon as word reached him of the assorted orc, bugbear, and goblin horde descending upon the valley he rallied his people to meet the creatures on the neighboring plains.

Even this far back from the front lines Aurina could smell the blood, thick on the air.  Lord Berriam had seen a decisive victory for his people, but the horde that descended upon them was almost twice the size of what was reported and after three days of fighting she was beginning to have doubts as to who would win this battle.  Lord Berriam had sent out all call for aid that morning, a call she feared would be answered too late for the elves.

Aurina finally caught sight of her father, standing on a hill overlooking the battle, directing the flow as best he could through commands issued to his officers.  She quickened her pace. 

“What are you doing here?” Berriam growled at his daughter as she approached him.  “I told you to stay back and help with the wounded.”  Aurina arched her brow at him, looking pointedly at his bandaged arm.

“I am helping.  I can help out just as well here with axe or bow atar, you need every able body fighting.” Berriam sighed. 

“You do realize preserving your life protects mine as well?  Elga would kill me –literally– if  anything happened to you.”  Aurina stepped closer to her father, finally noticing her half brother on the far side of him, and pitched her voice so only they could hear.

“We need to retreat now atar, into the trees where we can take them from above.”  Berriam looked away from her, but she reached out and grabbed his uninjured arm.  “Do not let your pride and arrogance be the downfall of everything you have worked so hard for,” she hissed. “We thought this would be done and over with quickly but we were wrong.  We must retreat if we are to survive.”

Berriam’s eyes grew round before they narrowed at his daughter’s words.  Something was not right here.  Berriam knew nothing of his daughter’s existence until a few scant years ago when she showed up on his doorstep, demanding to be trained.  But in the five years since he had taken her in she proved herself to be much her mother’s daughter.  Elga Serpentbane was a loud and boisterous woman, prone to smiles and laughter among comrades, fond of drinking and merriment.  Their daughter Aurina was not as loud as her dam and more reserved regarding festivities, but the smiles and laughter came just as quick.

Neither were within her face now, and while she may have spoken the truth, never had she been so harsh or virulent with him before.  In one glance he took in the lines on her face and the hardness in her eyes, neither had been there the morning before.  Something profound had changed within her, but now was not the time to probe.  Aurina was right, they needed to retreat. 

As he opened his mouth the give the order, the blaring of a horn echoed over the battlefield, drowning out all else.  The fighting slowed and then stopped altogether as friend and foe alike turned to look towards the sound as a second clarion call rang over the plains.  A line of warriors, some mounted, crested a ridge just over a league away.  The horn sounded for a third time as the mounted leader drew their weapon and brandished it over their head, bellowing loud enough for all to hear.


AND BEARSKULL!” came the resounding refrain from hundreds of barbarian throats echoed by the roar of dire tigers as the tribes swept down the ridge towards the fight, a handful of mounted figures bounding ahead of the rest of the line, led by the largest and loudest pair.

Berriam turned towards his daughter. “Your mother certainly knows how to make an entrance,” he drawled as the young woman drew her bow.

“No more than you atar,” she said grimly.  With a nod he motioned her away and she sped off towards the waiting line of archers.


Berriam stood on the hilltop, looking over the field of dead.  The arrival of his old comrade and her people had turned the tide of battle.  Taken by surprise, faced with raging barbarians, dire tigers, and elves infused with renewed hope, the goblin kin horde had broken and fled.  The mounted barbarians known as Claw Riders and a handful of their shape shifting brethren had followed, tracking and taking down stragglers, those too slow or wounded to keep up with the rest.  In a few days, after licking their wounds and bickering among themselves, the last of the horde would break up and the creatures would return to wherever it was that they called home.

Now, the surviving elves and humans looked to their dead.  The wounded had already been carried off, so most of the movement he saw below was corpse sorting.  The allied bodies would be burned, it was the way of the barbarians to cremate their dead, and there were too many elf dead to properly bury.  Berriam had already sent some of his people to scavenge as much fuel as they could.  There were spells to start and prolong the life of flames, but those flames would still need to be fed.  The goblinoid corpses would be left to the ravages of the wind and time.

“Elf brother!” came an old familiar call.  Berriam turned to see Elga and Shadow walking towards him, her grin turning to a frown as she noticed his bandaged arm.  She had not changed much in years they had been apart.  Tall, broad, amazingly strong, the years had treated Elga well.  Even Shadow looked much as he did since he last saw him, full grown yes, but still little more than a cub. 

“I would ask how you fare but I can see that plainly for myself,” she said as she drew closer.  “What happened here my friend that a cleric of Correlleon walks wounded?” 

“What this? Oh nothing, an orc almost took off my arm with one blow,” he replied dryly.  “I’ve done what I can to keep it, and keep it functioning.” 

Elga looked across the battlefield. “What of the other clerics?” she asked

“I would rather they use their prayers to keep my people alive.  I can ensure the survival of my arm well enough on my own.”  Elga nodded and motioned towards the wounded arm.  “May I?”

Berriam arched a brow as he held the wounded appendage out for her, for last time he saw her healing was not Elga’s strong suit, especially such of his magnitude.  Elga laid gentle hands upon his arm, closed her eyes and murmured a prayer.  Immediately Berriam felt a warmth suffuse his arm, and the last of the aches and pain fade.  He looked at her incredulously.

“Better?” she asked as he flexed, testing out the strength and flexibility of the newly healed limb. He nodded.  “How did you do that?” he asked.  She just grinned and stared expectantly at him, seemingly waiting for him to think of it himself.

Now that she was closer, he noticed that the years had not just treated Elga well, they had not touched her at all.  A quick glance revealed the same for her Shadow.  Frowning, Berriam took half a step back, readying to defend himself for surely this was not his friend of old before him.  But a whisper on his consciousness stopped him as a seemingly familiar energy ebbed off her and Shadow both.  A whispered prayer to his god revealed a bright light surrounding them, and the image of a great hammer above each of their heads, the mark of a god.  Berriam could only think of one god who would mark Elga so, and what she had now become because of it.

“Oh gods be good,” Berriam groaned, clasping the hand of his newly healed arm to his forehead in mock dismay. “You’re a Chosen of Tempus now?”  Elga winked at him and held a finger to her lips.  Catching sight of her children, she called to them and waved them closer.

“Berriam, this is my son Elgin,” Elga introduced as the pair drew close.  The lad was little younger than his half elf sister Aurina but almost as tall and broad as his mother, Berriam noted.  The lad inclined his head with a murmured “My lord.”  Berriam nodded his acknowledgement as Elga greeted their daughter.

“Ah daughter mine!” she embraced the young woman in a fierce hug then held her at arm’s length, appraising her from head to toe.  After a moment she nodded decisively.  “Yes, now THIS is the Auriana that the world will know hmm?” Aurina smiled weakly as her mother glanced around them with a frown before setting her eyes on her son.  “Elgin where is your father?”

The young man shrugged.  “I lost track of him in the fight mata.”  

“Hmmm,” Elga stroked the head of her dire tiger companion. “Find Tanta, Shadow mine,” she bade the great cat who swiftly bounded off to carry out her wishes.  “Now that we are mostly assembled,” she said as she turned to the three of them again, face grave.  “In all seriousness my friend, what happened here?”

“You know as I do that these things happen,” he waved off her concern.  “Gruumsh and Magloybet get antsy for blood and call forth their minions to make war.” 

Elga shook her head in denial.  “They war once a decade or so, it is too soon for it to be just another uprising of the tribes.  And I recognize some of the Black Shields among the orc dead, something more is at stake here,” she insisted.  Aurina felt a chill run down her spine.  The Black Shields were an orc clan whom, if not exactly friendly, were neither openly hostile towards the Bearskulls.  Something about a war between bugbears and orcs, in a hobgoblin stronghold taken over by hill giants that her mother was able to stop practically single handedly.

“Well whatever the reason they have been soundly put down now, thanks to your ever so timely arrival.  Ahh…” Berriam looked questioningly between mother and son.  “How did you know to be here?”  Elga nodded to her son.

“You can thank the eyes on this one,” she said.  “He was out hunting and spotted the tracks of a large group of goblins and such heading in this direction.  His report was not the first one I had heard, but it was the third and ultimately the last.  Thankfully the tribes were already gathering for a moot so I sent out the call to ride and here we are.”

“And just in time too,” another voice chimed in.  Berriam turned to see his son and introduced him to the others. “Yes we were sorely pressed before your arrival my dear,” he admitted.  Elga smiled and clapped her old friend on the shoulder.

“Well, here we are!  And here we will stay, for a few days at least!” she laughed and hurried to reassure the look of mock horror on the elf lord’s face.  “Just until we can be sure that nothing else is forthcoming.”

It was at this point Aurina looked up.  Silent, brooding, and avoiding the gaze of all around her during the others conversations, she at last opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the wail of a dire tiger rolling across the plain.

Elga went still and all color drained from her face when she heard it, and before the cry had faded she had turned to run swift as the wind, down the hill and across the field slippery with the dead.  Aurina and Elgin looked at each other in shock.  Berriam sighed.

“Follow her younglings,” Berriam said softly.  “She will need you both now.”  The maternal half siblings spared a glance for their hosts before following their mother as another of the great cat’s cries came forth.

“Should we go as well atar?” his son asked from beside him, but he shook his head.

“No. I need you to search out wood for a pyre, one great pyre set aside from all the others.”  His son looked at him quizzically.  “Shadow has found Tanta, but not as Elga would hope” he explained.  “Only a creature in mourning can make that sound.”  Father and son both winced then, as a very human, soul shattering scream of rage and defiance rolled forth from across the battlefield

Moar Awesomeness Please!

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Wow…just…wow.  The Adversary is the third book in the Sundering series, third in the Brimestone Angels saga, and I could not put it down.  My fingers are itching to pick up the fourth Brimestone Angel book, Fire In The Blood, but alas I must wait.

 The Adversary brings us back to teifling twins Faridah and Havilar shortly after the events of Brimstone Angel’s Lesser Evils, and things swiftly go sideways.

 Once again, in an attempt to protect herself, her sister, and Lorcan her cambion pact holder, warlock Faridah makes a deal with another devil, and the three are held in stasis for almost ten years.  When they are released, the girls are now women grown and estranged from their friends and family who have thought them dead for almost a decade.

 Thankfully proving everyone wrong, the twins are reunited but it does not feel so good.  There is much anger towards Faridah and her choices, so much so that when the terms of her pact are called into play, she attempts to leave without alerting anyone, thinking they’re all better off without her.

 But not-so-fallen-paladin-of Oghma Dahl catches her as she tries to sneak out and is unwittingly whisked away with her to the tower of an old enemy, and what turns out to be a camp of Chosen.

 Lots more happens of course, but it all boils down to the devil-become-god-of-sin Asmodeaus and his bid for more/continuing power by stealing the sparks of other gods.

 See, when a god chooses a Chosen, the Chosen is imbued with a spark of power from that god.  What the god of sin is trying to do is find these Chosen and extract the spark of godhood that each has within them, although we still are not 100% sure as to why.

 We learn a bit more riiiiiiight at the very end about the infamous Brimestone Angel and ancestor of the tiefling twins Bryseis Kakistos, who is not as dead as we thought and has some interesting plans for the twins, both of whom we suspect are Chosen of Asmodeus himself.

 Dun dun duuuuuuuun!

 But anything more on them will have to wait a bit.  I decided the best way to not hop over important world plots was to read whatever I have left in publication order.

 Oh, and I also figured out that the little…poem?  Prophecy?  At the beginning of each of the Sundering books is actually speaking about the events of the series, with each stanza representing one of the books.  So for the first three stanzas I can draw the line right away between verse and book.  I’ll see if I can puzzle through the next one a wee bit before starting on book 4, the Reaver.

 Don’t got much time for pondering though, as The Reaver is what we’re going to be looking at next!

Endless storms wrack the Sea of Fallen Stars and the coastal regions surrounding it. In panic and despair, many have turned to the goddess Umberlee, Queen of the Deeps, offering her sacrifices with hope that they will be spared the inevitable reckoning of her perpetual tempest.

Evendur Highcastle, undead pirate captain, raised from the depths to assume the mantle Umberlee’s Chosen, takes advantage of the people’s desperation to strike for both spiritual and temporal power in her name.

Vying with Highcastle for the hearts of and minds of the people is Stedd Whitehorn, a little boy and the chosen of a god thought lost to time: Lathander, the Morninglord. In a time of such upheaval, Stedd’s message of renewal and hope runs in stark contrast to the savage ethos of Highcastle and his waveservants.

When Anton captures the boy in order to collect Highcastle’s considerable bounty, the reaver is quickly caught in the riptide caused by the sundering of the worlds.



From Bearskull to Thornburst

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Aurina walked behind the guard, fighting the urge to wince at the pain in her ribs.  Gods above, why did they take so starlning long to heal?  She shifted the weight of the sack that was slung over her shoulder, hoping to get a little relief.  Granted this huge stinking sack didn’t help matters either.

Trying to take her mind off her discomfort, Aurina locked her eyes on the guard’s back as he continued to escort her through the lord’s palace, and thought back onto the first time she walked her father’s halls.

Aurina grew up a half elf among barbarians, daughter of their chieftain, Elga Serpentbane.  A former adventurer in a group called the Bloody Misfits, Elga traveled far and wide before settling down to rule, and nine short months later Aurina was born.

For most of her life the identity of her father was kept from her, her mother only saying that Aurina would know in time.  That time came almost five years earlier, when Aurina decided she wanted to be a ranger like her hero Berriam from her mother’s tales of adventuring.  It was then that Egla finally revealed the truth to her daughter, that her hero was also her father. Berriam Thornburst, lord of the neighboring Beriath’s Valley, and a fellow Misfit.  Elga told Aurina she was the result of a single night’s dalliance, the last night the Bloody Misfits were together where Berriam held a great feast for them in his hall.

Father and daughter were kept ignorant of each other, for Egla feared that being the daughter of such two infamous parents would bring too much dangerous attention upon her firstborn child.  But she swore that when Aurina came of age she could seek out her father, either at Elga’s side or with her blessing.

And so when Aurina turned fifteen, she bid her mother farewell and traveled to Beriath’s Valley to ask Lord Berriam to take her as an apprentice.  She was determined to keep her identity a secret from her father until he had accepted or denied her.  Aurina wanted to follow in his footsteps and wanted him to train her for her own skills and merits, not for the blood she carried.

The path between the lands of her people, the Bearskull barbarians and the elves of Beriaths’ valley was a well-traveled one, but Elga insisted her daughter travel with at least one companion, and sent along her own dire tiger Shadow to escort her daughter to the edge of the elf city.

Alone in a new city, but with funds gifted from her mother, Aurina was able to find lodgings close to the palace while she attempted to gain audience with her estranged father.  It took a week before Aurina learned of the petitioners’ line which the lord met with every day, and another month of standing in that line and being turned away for one reason or another before she was finally able to stand before Lord Berriam Thornburst.

He looked down at her from the dais and his throne with mild distaste.  Her clothes were clean but worn, patched and mended as her people did not throw anything away unless completely unusable.

“And what,” he drawled “Do we have here.”

“My lord,” Aurina bowed deeply and fought to keep her emotions in check.  Her mother had warned her to show no fear, and to display the utmost courtesy when presented to her father. “My lord I have come to ask a boon of you.” Berriam arched a brow at that.

“Of course you have, that is why you are here.  Very well then be quick about it, there are other who await their turn.” He motioned for her to speak and Aurina took a deep breath.

“My lord, tales of your greatness have traveled far, far enough to reach even my ears.  I grew up with tales of your prowess and ferocity in battle, and for so long have I dreamed of being great like you.” She licked suddenly dry lips, aware of the smirks and murmurs of the courtiers lining the walls.

“But to be great like you,” she continued, “I need to be trained like you.  So I have come to ask that you take me as your apprentice.”

Silence reigned over the audience chamber at her words, no one expected this little half breed to come with such an outrageous request.  She hurried on before her father could speak.

“I will prove myself worthy of this.  Give me a task my lord.  Any task, and I will see it through and prove to you my ability.”

“And who are you who have seemingly come so far to request such an honor?” Lord Berriam’s voice was cold and his eyes were hard.  Aurina’s heart hammered in her chest.

“Ah…Rina,” she stammered.  Berriam caught her hesitation and shook his head.

“Of course it is.  Tell me ‘Rina’, how old are you?  And why should I take someone such as you on when you cannot even be honest enough to give me your name?” Berriam leaned forward in his chair, waiting for her to answer.

“I have seen fifteen summers my lord, and forgive me but I do not want my name or lack of one to hold any sway over your decision.  I only ask for the chance to prove myself first.  Then on your acceptance or rejection I will tell you all.”  She looked up hopefully at her father, seeing him watching her she could not help but wonder if he saw any resemblance in her face, though she saw no recognition in his eyes.  Finally he made a rude noise and leaned back in his chair waiving a dismissive hand in her direction.

“You are a child.  An insolent, arrogant child. Your request is denied.” he motioned for the next petitioner as Aurina was led away.

Thankfully, she was more determined than heartbroken.  Knowing now the petitioner’s process, she came again every day for another month and every day was able to come before her father.  Most days he turned her away without a word, some days she was able to make her plea again before being escorted out as the next petitioner was escorted in, until that last day.

“Oh gods you again child?” Berriam reclined to the side of his throne, head supported by his fist as Aurina made her way into the audience chamber, bowing before her unwitting father.  He sighed. “Same request as before?”

“Yes my lord,” Aurina said as she straightened.  “Give me a task to complete, and when I come back successful, accept me as your apprentice.”

Barriam studied the stubborn little half breed before him.  Taller than most half elves he had seen, long auburn hair braided behind her slightly pointed ears, large hazel eyes, common clothes, there was nothing about the girl that should set her apart from anyone else.  But she was brazen, and determined.   He sighed again, knowing now he would need to give her something else she would never cease.  “How many times have you come before me now?”

“This time makes thirty one my lord.”

“Well I for one do not want to see you here another thirty one days in a row.”  Berriam straightened as an idea came to him.  This would either provide the proof the child was so desperate for, or send her home with her tail between her legs.  He thought more likely it would be the latter.

“I have recently received word of an ettin among the hills, on the eastern edge of the valley,” he smiled as her eyes widened. “It is becoming a nuisance.  Kill the ettin, and I will consider your proposal.”  Aurina was silent as she mulled it over.

“If I kill the ettin,” she said slowly, “You will take that as proof enough and accept me as your apprentice.”  Berriam’s brows shot up as the courtiers whispered.

“You make demands of me?” he asked incredulously.

“I ask the same thing I have asked these last thirty one days my lord,” she replied. “Give me a task, accept my apprenticeship upon completion of it.  You have given me a task, will you accept my apprenticeship upon completion of it?”  Now it was Berriam who turned the words over.  The spies he had following the girl were unable to find anything out.  She simply showed up at the northern end of the valley a little over two months ago, found a place to stay, and almost every day since then had been here, making the same request of him over and over again.  Damn if he wasn’t beginning to like the little half breed.  If only a bit.  Berriam nodded to himself.

“Agreed, under one additional condition.  Since you will not tell me your name before your task, once you return you tell me here, before all the court, who you are.  Depending on that, I will accept you.” Aurina opened her mouth to protest but Berriam held up a hand to forestall her.  “That is nonnegotiable, I will not allow an unknown nor an enemy so unconditionally close to me.  This is also my final offer,” he looked hard at Aurina. “You either accept these terms, or you will be banished from the valley on pain of death.”

Aurina nodded slowly. “Agreed.”

“Good,” Berriam stood up and straightened his clothes, signaling that the audiences were over for the day.  But as he made to leave he hesitated and turned back to the little half breed, waiting to be escorted from the hall.  “And as you have come before me for thirty one days, you have just as many to find the creature, kill it, and return.  The commander will give you more details on where to find the ettin,” he said left the audience chamber.

That was thirty one days ago, and here Aruina was again, a little more dirty, a little more disheveled, and with a large, stinking, gore-dripping sack in tow.

No waiting in the petitioner’s line this time.  The guards knew her, by reputation as the Stubborn Little Half Breed if not by sight, and the sack over her shoulder could only mean one thing.  She was ushered into the hall before her father as soon as he was finished with the current petitioner.  She strode forward boldly, ignoring the soft gasps of surprise from those assembled at the sight of her.  Eyes trained on Berriam, she reached the foot of the dais and swung the sack around to land with a wet sound on the marble floor and bowing low once freed of her burden.

“I have returned successful my lord,” she said as she straightened and looked at her father.  Berriam stared down at her, eyes flicking between her and the bloody sack.

“That stain is not going to come out easily,” he quipped as he stood up and sauntered down towards her, fighting to keep the surprise and suspicion off his face.  He had his people shadow the girl, and so knew she was indeed able to track down and kill the ettin as he had bid her, but she was little more than a child!  There was something more to this for one so young to take out a giant kin alone, and he was determined to discover what it was.

“So you are back and successful O Unknown One? Let’s see just how successful you were,” he nonchalantly opened the sack and looked inside, nodding as he saw the rotting ettin head and confirmed what his scouts had already reported.  Looking back up to her, Berriam straightened and tapped a long forefinger against his lips in thought as he studied the young female before him.

“A task successfully completed, but something seems amiss here,” he said as he voiced his earlier thoughts.  “By the standards of most races you are young, practically a child.  How was it that you, alone and unaided, were able to accomplish this?  Track and kill a giant almost three times your size and strength?”  Aurina gave a little shrug.

“My mother knows a little of hunting giants and giant-kin, I simply remembered what she taught me,” she said simply.

“Ah yes, your mysterious parentage,” he drawled.  “And now we come to the second half of our little agreement.  Who are you exactly child, who has come to my home and demanded so much of me?” Aurina straightened as much as she could, heart pounding as she spoke the words she had rehearsed in her head so many times.

“My name is Aurina Bearskull, blooded and firstborn daughter to Chief Elga Serpentbane,” her voice carried clearly across the hall.  As soon as Berriam heard the name of his old comrade he closed his eyes and sighed as he rubbed at his temples.

“Of course you are, the only female I know more stubborn than you is her,” he muttered.    But Aurina saw him still as he made the connection and slowly looked up at her, peering more closely.  “Ah…how old are you again?  Exactly?”  She couldn’t help a small smile.

“Fifteen summers my lord.  I was born shortly after the Bloody Misfits retired.”

Berriam couldn’t help but stare at her as the truth slowly took form in his mind.  Fifteen years.  Oh bleeding bloody hells, it was little more than fifteen years to the date since the Misfits retired and he hosted their farewell feast in this very hall.  Fifteen years since he spent one passionate night with the only human female from that group. And now this child appears, this half elf child of the woman he lay with, the one he could have sent to her death or worse, was most likely his child, unknown for all these years.  Throat suddenly dry, he visibly swallowed before attempting to speak.

“And how is your mother?” he asked, his voice thankfully sounding stronger than he feared, at least to his ears.  Aurina inclined her head to him.

“She was well when we parted.  My mother sends her greeting and bids me to give you this,” Aurina reached inside her tunic and searched for a moment before drawing forth a much crumpled but still sealed parchment.  “She remembers her last night here in Beriaths’ Valley in detail and with great fondness. She hopes you do as well, and that one day she is able to return the favor.”

Berriam keep his eyes on his daughter’s as he reached for the parchment and broke the seal, looking away long enough to read the contents.  Long minutes later he took a deep breath and turned back to her, seemingly having had the chance to gather his thoughts.

“You know what this letter says?”  Aurina nodded.  “You do realize there was an easier way to go about this,” he indicated the stinking sack on the floor beside them.  Aurina nodded again and grinned.

“I would not be my mother’s daughter if I took the easy way.”  Berriam chuckled at that as he tucked the letter away.

“Very well then,” he turned towards the courtiers that were watching every second of this first true meeting between father and daughter.  “Ladies and gentle males, may I present to you Aurina Bearskull, my apprentice…and my daughter.” He laid his hands on Aurina’s shoulders as a flurry of whispers and murmurs arose at those words, and Berriam had to raise his voice to be heard as he continued.

“She will be named as my daughter and co-heir alongside my son, granted lands and titles, a position here at court, and shall be accorded every respect and privilege that comes with bearing my name even should she not take it.”  He winked at a very shocked Aurina and whispered so only she would hear.  “It’s mostly paperwork and formalities, but it will all be yours to do with as you please, to use as much or as little as you desire.”

Drawing her back up the dais with him, he motioned to young half elf male.  “Come and see to your sister.  Find her rooms to rest in until we can get her properly situated.  We will all speak over dinner tonight.”  And with that he turned from them to deal with the rest of the court who were understandably in an uproar, calling for order.

The two half siblings blinked at each other for a few moments before the male shrugged and beckoned Aruina to follow him.  In the quiet of the corridor beyond the hall, Aurina found the courage to speak again.

“That was…uh…unexpected,” she said softly.  The male turned towards her with a grin.

“Welcome to the Thornbursts,” he said.


Elga’s Letter:

Forgive me my friend, if I can still call you that.

I know you are no fool, and have by now guessed outright or suspected that Aurina is our daughter. Believe me when I say I did not know the truth of her parentage until after she was born. When I left you the possibility of conception never crossed my mind, and when I learned I was with child I had returned to my husband Tanta and assumed the child his. I would have sent word, but I confess fear stilled my hand, fear of upsetting your world for you already had one half breed child, and fear for Aurina herself. I felt that having me for a mother put her in enough peril, but having you as her father? A child of two Misfits, both leaders of their respective peoples, both heroes of the Realms? A fine prize she would have made.

I told Aurina the truth of you some years ago, when she decided the ways of our people were not for her and she wanted to walk your path. She had always been fascinated with your stories as a child. Tales of the Misfits are told often around the campfires of my people, and the stories of Berriam Elf Brother, Breaker of Hordes were always her favorite. Nightly she would beg of one more tale of you, ‘just one more Mata,’ she would plead. And I obliged as often as I could.

I had planned to tell you of her when she came of age, even before she made the choice to come train under you. I know not if you have accepted her as your apprentice or denied her. If you have, I thank you and I know you will care for our daughter well. If not, I hope you broke it to her gently, and that you do not extend an offer based solely on her blood. She is much like me in that regard, taking only what she has earned.

I know not what else to say, except that I leave this knowledge in your hands, to do with as you will. I know Aurina would love to have you in her life, she knows as well it was wholly in my hands why you two never knew of each other before now. But we have no expectations, and place no obligations on you. I can only imagine the effect this knowledge has upon you, and I can only pray the one day you will find it in your heart to forgive me.

Yours faithfully,


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