Download E-books Mistress of the Night (Forgotten Realms: The Priests, Book 2) PDF

By Don Bassingthwaite, Dave Gross

Moment in a chain of stand-alone adventures concerning the clerics of the Forgotten geographical regions world.
Mistress of the evening is the second one identify during this Forgotten nation-states novel sequence that focuses in particular on monks, the preferred D&D iconic type often referred to as clerics. every one identify chronicles clergymen unswerving to another deity within the Forgotten nation-states pantheon. just like the previous sequence The Rogues, each one novel within the monks sequence is written as a stand-alone event, permitting new readers a simple access element into the Forgotten nation-states global.

Show description

Read or Download Mistress of the Night (Forgotten Realms: The Priests, Book 2) PDF

Best Dungeons Dragons books

The Dream Spheres (Forgotten Realms: Songs and Swords, Book 5)

Welcome to WaterdeepHere, every little thing that you can imagine is on the market. Even goals can be bought if one is keen to pay the cost. whilst the sale of dream spheres threatens the lifetime of his newfound part sister, Danilo Thann joins forces with Arilyn Moonblade to discover the resource of this lethal exchange. Their seek leads them into the darkish middle of Waterdeep, and to non-public secrets and techniques that can ruin them either.

Under Fallen Stars (Forgotten Realms: The Threat from the Sea, Book 2)

The ocean battle rages up and down the Sword Coast, leaving the busy harbor of Baldur's Gate in flames. Following his mad quest, the evil Iakhovas has stumbled on a gateway into the secure waters of the ocean of Fallen Stars, and now no coast is secure from his marauding armies of the deep.

Gazetteer (Dungeons & Dragons)

Welcome to the realm of the D&D video game! The Dungeons & Dragons international is a spot the place robust creatures contest with traditional women and men in a sophisticated struggle pitting solid agasint evil, legislations opposed to chaos. it's a international of magic, a global of puzzle, an international of amazing experience -- all a backdrop in your personal adventures.

The Jewel of Turmish (Forgotten Realms: The Cities, Book 3)

Alaghôn -- The Jewel of Turmish

Preserving the stability of nature is a lifestyle for Haarn Brightoak, it doesn't matter what the associated fee, yet even his commitment to the customs of the druid is positioned to the attempt whilst a long-dead evil returns to the realm of the dwelling. As this vile creature gathers its undead military, Haarn needs to make a decision if he'll compromise his lifestyle to safeguard the town that hasn't ever welcomed him.

The 3rd identify within the swashbuckling The towns sequence, this novel explores the Vilhon achieve, a space of the Forgotten geographical regions global that in the past had little info written approximately it.

The Jewel of Turmish is the 1st Forgotten geographical regions novel from renowned writer Mel Odom given that his trilogy of titles within the probability from the ocean series.

Uploader free up Notes:
Retail EPUB, comprises TOC/chapters

Extra info for Mistress of the Night (Forgotten Realms: The Priests, Book 2)

Show sample text content

The woman on Shar’s altar used to be not more genuine than Dagnalla’s flights of caprice, he learned. It was once simply an phantasm. And but she regarded loads like Adrey. The knife trembled in Keph’s hand. “Shar awaits,” Bolan hissed. Keph appeared down. It’s purely an phantasm, he suggestion. It’s all a part of Shar’s try out. You’re probably not doing whatever mistaken. no one even realizes you’ve figured it out! He glanced up into the darkness. Do it, he informed himself. “Hail to the Mistress of the evening! ” he shouted and plunged the knife down. the one resistance it met used to be the altar itself. metal hit stone and skittered throughout it with a horrid shriek. the woman wavered and vanished. The knife fell out of Keph’s palms and he staggered back—the surprise he felt may possibly in addition were actual. inside of his chest, his center used to be thundering like a smith’s hammer. Bolan advanced and Keph dropped down prior to him. “Your purpose proves your devotion,” the priest acknowledged. “Your sacrifice to Shar is your personal phantasm of affection. ” He rested his fingers opposed to Keph’s head. “Mistress of the evening, a brand new follower enters your embrace,” he prayed. “Bless him and cleanse him that he might proceed on your paintings. ” chilly darkness poured into Keph’s physique, searing away the haze of wine and scouring him fresh of worry and doubt. He gasped on the contact of the goddess and whilst Bolan lifted his arms away, he rose. The alchemist-priest held anything out to him: Shar’s black and pink disk. Keph took the emblem, wrapping trembling hands tight round it. negative screams ripped via Moonshadow corridor. within the imperative courtyard, Feena’s head—and the heads of all people else who stood listening as Velsinore sang the moonrise prayer—snapped up. Velsinore gasped in surprise, her track shattered. opposed to the large home windows of Dhauna Myritar’s sitting room, a silhouette reeled. Feena reacted on intuition on my own, charging around the courtyard and during the cloisters, again into the temple and up the ramp to the excessive Moonmistress’s quarters. The screams have been even louder within, echoing during the halls. each priestess and priest she handed appeared shocked to silence. “Dhauna! ” Feena shouted as she ran. “Julith! ” “Here! ” Julith shouted again. The door of Dhauna’s chamber have been flung open. Julith’s name got here from within. Feena stuck herself on the door and choked on her breath. at the ground of the sitting room, Julith wrestled with Dhauna, attempting to pin her down. The outdated girl used to be thrashing like a demon. Her face contorted and she or he screamed as though all of the hordes of the Abyss have been parading earlier than her. Books and scrolls have been scattered all over. “Help me! ” Julith yelled. Feena leaped into the room, grabbing for Dhauna’s flailing hands. One she stuck, the opposite she ignored. Dhauna’s fingernails scratched a path throughout her cheek. “Moonmaiden’s grace! ” Feena spat. She stuck carry of either one of Dhauna’s fingers and held them company. “Dhauna! ” she shouted on the excessive Moonmistress. “Mother Dhauna … settle down …” Dhauna mounted her with burning eyes. “Too overdue! ” she howled. “Too late—” Her voice soared up right into a renewed shriek.

Rated 4.83 of 5 – based on 48 votes