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.Gromph was sure he had time.The animated, petrified drow were too far away and moving too slowly to be of any concern, and the gigant had been slapping its tail around the Bazaar at random, as if Dyrr had little control over his new body.Gromph trusted in that.He was wrong.One set of trigger words from completing the spell, the enormous black tail ofthe blackstone gigant rolled over him.Gromph felt the words stop in his throat and felt his joints stiffen then nothing.Triel stood and looked from scrying device to scrying device, trying to sort out what she was hearing.The magically transmitted voices of a hundred mages, priestesses, and warriors filled the air in an incoherent tangle of confusion and undisguised bliss.The doors of the scrying chamber burst open, and a priestess whom Triel recognized but whose name she couldn't instantly recall staggered into the room.Tears streamed down her black cheeks, and her mouth worked in silent, incoherent attempts to put into words what she, Triel, Wilara, and every other servant of the Queen of the Demonweb Pits all across the endless expanse of the multiverse had experienced.The matron mother's attention fell on one image: Gromph, petrified.He had lost.The lich, in its freakish monster form, had turned the Archmage of Menzoberranzan to stone.Triel felt her jaw tighten then she stood for a moment, letting the anger wash through her."Is this a sign?" she asked the Spider Queen.Lolth didn't answer, but Triel knew she could if she wanted to."It's a sign," the matron mother whispered.Triel pressed her fingertips together, bent her neck in a slight bow, and willed herself to the Bazaar.There was a momentary feeling of upside down weightlessness, a black void, then she was standing in a deep crack in the stone floor of her city's marketplace.The blackstone gigant reared up high above her,apparently having sensed her passage through the dimensions from House Baenre to the Bazaar.The creature opened its mouth to roar at her, but Triel spoke a fewwords, and it froze.The great, thrashing tail came to a sudden stop.It was as if time itself had taken a moment's pause.Smoke still rose around her, and the animated stone drow lumbered on."This has gone on long enough, lich," Triel said, "all of it.I will have no more dead drow, no more of my city ruined, no more challenges to my power or to the power of Lolth." Triel doubted the lichdrow could understand her.He seemed to have been subsumed by his adopted form, but she said it to everyone she knew was listening in, from House Baenre, Arach-Tinilith, Sorcere, and perhaps beyond the city into the command tents of her enemies.She called directly upon Lolth, beseeching the restored goddess for her most potent spell, asking for nothing less than a miracle.Lolth didn't answer in a drow's voice as she had in the past.There were no words, only a feeling, a swelling of power, a rush of blood in the matron mother's ears.Triel sank to her knees amid a scattering of rough gravel and broken glass and pressed her forehead to the cool ground.She didn't express her desires in words.She didn't have to.What she was working was a wave of emotion, of feeling, of pure fear.The terror of Lolth herself blasted out in all directions at once, in an expanding circle of fear with Triel at its center.All across the City of Spiders, drow stopped in their tracks, fell to their knees, or lay prone.Some leaned against walls or collapsed on stairs, but all of them knew the purestfear, the fear of a goddess, the fear of the eternal, the fear of chaos, the fear of darkness, the fear of the unknown, the fear of the certain, the fear oftreason, and a thousand other horrors that brought the city to a full stop.The blackstone gigant trembled and broke apart.Triel, still kneeling below it, didn't dodge the falling black boulders, the pieces of the titanic construct, which disappeared before they hit the ground.Within seconds all that was left of the rampaging creature was the lichdrow, stunned, reeling, kneeling on the crumbling floor of the Bazaar a few paces in front of the matron mother.The animated statues stopped moving and stood frozen in place.The wave of fear moved onward, past the walls of the city's vault and into the crowded approaches to the Underdark beyond.It passed through the duergar lines, overtook the retreating tanarukks, and blindsided the scattered illithid spies.It affected all of them in different ways, but it affected all of them.By the time it was done-and it didn't take long-there was no question, anywhere, that Lolth was back.Triel stood and surveyed the damage.She looked down at Dyrr and knew she could simply step over to him and kill him with a thought-or at least a dagger blade across his undead throat-but she didn't.Killing the lich was someone else's job.The matron mother stepped to the rigid, calcified form of her brother.The expression frozen on his face was one of anger.Triel smiled at that."Ah, Gromph," she said."You couldn't do it alone after all, could you? There are limits to your power as there are limits to mine, but together." Triel embraced the petrified form of her brother, wrapping her arms around his back as she whispered a prayer to Lolth.Warmth came first, then softness, then a breath, then movement, and Gromph'sknees collapsed.Triel held him up, and he grasped her around the waist, his head lolling on her shoulder as he drew in a series of ragged, phlegmy breaths.When his legs came back under him, Triel released him and stepped back.Theireyes met, and Gromph opened his mouth to speak."No," Triel said, stopping him.She glanced at the quickly recovering Dyrr, andher brother's eyes followed hers."Finish what you started."He opened his mouth to speak again, but Triel turned her back on him.She couldhear his feet shifting on the loose gravel and glass, and she knew he was facinghis enemy.Triel walked away.Chapter Twenty-SevenAnger, hatred, and exhaustion passed between the archmage and the lichdrow.Theywere done with each other.Both only wanted to finish it.They stood a dozenpaces apart, eyes locked.Dyrr began to cast a spell, and Gromph surroundedhimself in another globe.Gromph began to cast a spell too, and the lichdrow kept casting.He was doingsomething complex.He meant to finish it indeed.Before Gromph could finish his spell-one meant to burn the already wounded lichonce more-Dyrr whispered something the archmage couldn't quite hear, and thespell took effect
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