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tood with only its mouth tentacles moving； seemingly content to let its patriots do the fighting。
Pharaun threw himself sideways。 The arrow missed him and clacked and skipped across the floor。 The mage slapped the stone； and a wall of sheltering darkness sprang up between him and the foe。 Moving with a practiced； silent grace； he scrambled on。
Something clamped down on Pharaun's mind； smothering his will and robbing him of the ability to move。 The undead mind flayer hadn't been idle after all。 Syrzan had simply utilized its psionic strength in preference to its wizardry and thus hadn't needed to whirl its three…fingered hands in arcane passes。 The wall of shadow no impediment； the Prophet had reached out； found Pharaun's intellect； and struck a crippling blow。
The barricade of darkness disappeared。 Syrzan must have employed a bit of countermagic to dispel it and in so doing； afforded Pharaun a view of the space beyond。 Rather to his surprise； Houndaer was still alive； pernothaps because Tsabrak had discarded his bow； drawn a broadsword； and e to fight alongside him。 The two conspirators were trying to catch Ryld between them； generally an effective tactic； but thus far the teacher's piwafwi； dwarven armor； and prowess had preserved him from harm。
The Tuin'Tarl made a halfhearted slash； and Ryld； recognizing the feint for what it was； didn't react。 The pale phosphorescence of the carvings gleaming on his naked limbs； Tsabrak spat venom onto his blade。 The bard brought his shrill singing to a crescendo； crossed his legs； and wrapped his arms tightly around his torso； all but tying himself in knots。
With the aid of his ring； Pharaun saw a glittering pulse of magic fly from the singer to Ryld。 He could even tell what it was intended to do。 His friend was supposed to contort his own body in helpless imitation of the bard's constrictive posture。 But； strong of spirit； Ryld resisted the pulnotsion without even realizing he was doing it。
The weapons master faked a cut at Houndaer's head； then whirled and dived。 He slid between Tsabrak's legs； breaking away from the drider and Houndaer； too； leaped up； and charged Syrzan。 He recognized the alhoon as the most dangerous of his foes； even though the illithilich hadn't atnottacked him yet。
Syrzan reached into a pocket and produced a small ceramic vial。 When it swung the bottle from right to left； a dozen orbs of bright flame matenotrialized in its wake。 They shot at Ryld in one straight line and exploded one after the other； banging rapidly like some hellish drum roll。
The glare was dazzling。 For a moment； Pharaun couldn't see anything； and he made out Ryld through floating blobs of afterimage。 His friend apnotpeared unscathed。 He was still charging and almost in sword's reach of the alhoon。
Syrzan used its mind flayer talents。 Even though the lich hadn't directed the attack at him； Pharaun felt the fringe of it。 It was like a sprinkle of hot ash burning his brain。 Ryld dropped。
Syrzan gazed down at the warrior for a moment； evidently making sure he was truly incapacitated； then walked over to Pharaun。 Despite the long skirt of its robe； there was something noticeably strange about its gait； as if its legs bent in too many places。 Up close； it exuded a faint stink not unlike rotten fish。 Its garments； once of princely quality； were frayed and stained。
It touched a finger to Pharaun's brow； and they were elsewhere。
C h a p t e r
N I N E T E E N
The Underdark was boundless； its mysteries infinite； and despite centuries of following wherever his curiosity led； Pharaun had never seen an illithid city。 Save for