。 As the last grain of the powdered gemstone disappeared； Gromph threw the bead。
The archmage came to a sudden stop in the air。 The breath was forced from his lungs； and he grunted loudly。 His own staff hit him in the face； numbing his bottom lip and making his eyes water。 His joints went limp for a few seconds； and his arms and legs flapped out of control。
The bead of pressed fire should have hit the lich in the face and exploded in a ball of flame six paces wide。 It should have burned the lich's face off…but it didn't。
Gromph； as he finally gained control of his body and came to rest once again hovering in midair； could see the tiny speck of orange light fly true toward the lich's face then curve in the air and dive into the garish crown the Agrach Dyrr wizard had the audacity to wear。 The bead blazed briefly to life in a splash of orange and yellow luminescence that lit the lichdrow's face but didn't e close to burning it off。
The crown； Gromph thought。 I should have remembered。
The fireball has been absorbed by the crown； Nauzhror hissed into Gromph's mind。
Gromph was certain he'd see it again。
The item will allow him to redirect the fireball at you； Grendan warned。
Yes； gentlemen； Gromph replied。 Thank you。
Dyrr drew to an abrupt stop and hung in the air； bouncing ever so slightly。 He looked like a mushroom cap bobbing on the surface of Donigarten Lake。 Gromph； on the other hand； was frozen in air； standing on what felt like a solid surface but looked like a dim； phosphorescent glow。
Gromph's globe was still up； but it wasn't the only thing that surrounded him。
An impressive spell； Nauzhror said。 Difficult to cast and expensive what with the ruby dust and all。 It's nothing you can't handle； Archmage。
〃A forcecage？〃 Gromph asked。
The lichdrow didn't bother answering。 Instead； he began to cast another spell。 Clearly he thought he had Gromph trapped； so of course he would take advantage of the situation。 The archmage brought a spell to mind and rushed through the casting of it； racing the lich； though he would likely still have to suffer through whatever Dyrr was throwing at him。 He needed to get the forcecage off him。 Being trapped in a magical box was hardly convenient at that moment。
Dyrr's spell took effect half a heartbeat before Gromph's。 As the lich finished the last gestures and the final plex verbalization and crunched a lodestone and a pinch of dust in his right hand； something opened under the archmage's feet。
Gromph's spell went off； and his own globe fell victim to it…but so did the forcecage…and Gromph was falling into whatever it was Dyrr had conjured underneath him。
The archmage touched his brooch and made himself stop quickly； well before he contacted Dyrr's dramatic magical effect。 As he drew himself up； moving farther and farther away from it； Gromph looked down…and into a whole other universe。 The lichdrow had opened a gate beneath him； and a blinding； eye…searing light poured out of it。 Gromph had seen light like it only a few times in his long life。 It was sunlight； and the Archmage of Menzoberranzan didn't like it at all。
〃Where are you trying to send me？〃 Gromph asked his opponent。
The World Above？ Prath mused； though only Gromph could hear him。
Dyrr didn't answer but busied himself gathering some spell ponent or perhaps another magic item。
〃You've imprisoned me more than once already；〃 Gromph went on； 〃though they seem to hold me less time each attempt。 Now you want to send me away？ For pity's sake； Dyrr； why not simply kill me and get it over with？ Or is it that you can't kill me？〃
Gromph certainly wished that were the case…and maybe by some bizarre twist of fate it was…but Dyrr seemed to have something else in mind。 The lich finished casting his spell。 The immediate effect was that Gromph's stomach lifted in his gut。 He caught his breath in a hissing gasp and started to fall。
He couldn't levitate…Dyrr had dispelled the magic that was keeping him aloft…and Gromph fell toward the rotating pool of daylight beneath him。 Knowing Dyrr； it would be a worse fate than simply splattering at the bottom of the Clawrift。 It was a fate Gromph would do anything to avoid。
The archmage extended himself； wiping more stored energy； more access to the Weave from his mind than he normally would have had to； but he needed the spell to take effect faster and couldn't spare the time for plicated incantations。 The effect felt the same as Dyrr's dispelling of his levitation； but instead of falling down； Gromph drifted to a stop then started falling upward。 The source of gravity； with enough magic； could be moved。
Gromph twisted in the air as he accelerated toward the roof of the cavern that housed Menzoberranzan。 As the lich crossed his field of vision； Gromph could see him grimace in frustration。 The archmage didn't waste time gloating。 His brooch was useless to him…at least for the time being…Gromph would continue to fall upward toward the new source of gravity until he was dashed against the ceiling。 He would have to stop himself。
The mand word； Gromph sent to the masters of Sorcere。 Quickly。
The staff that he'd used to surround himself in the globe of protective magic had been charged with more than one effect。 He'd never used it； but the staff would grant him the same power of levitation as his brooch。
Sshivex； Nauzhror provided。
〃Sshivex；〃 Gromph repeated and immediately began to levitate 〃up〃 and away from the ceiling。
In a fraction of a second…before he 〃landed〃 on the ceiling…Gromph once again drew to a halt in midair。 The pool of blinding sunlight was far below him。 The light made it difficult； but Gromph finally managed to spot the lichdrow； who was flying slowly； well away from the gate； and casting another spell。
〃That was close； Dyrr；〃 Gromph called out。 〃You almost…〃
The words caught in Gromph's throat。 His vision blurred。 For a few seconds he couldn't breathe。
〃You al…〃 Gromph started again； but the words were pinched off when his throat clamped shut。
Tears welled up in the archmage's eyes； and a wave of overwhelming despair passed through him； leaving his skin clammy； and his head spinning。
It's an enchantment； Grendan told him。
He was going to die。 Gromph knew that with absolute certainty； but what was worse； Menzoberranzan would die soon after him。 Everything he'd built over a life spent in the corridors of power had e to nothing。 Menzoberranzan was eating itself alive。 Everything Gromph had considered a strength…in himself； and in his race…had proven a weakness。
A pulsion； added Prath。
The hate and mistrust； the vendettas and animosities； had finally e home to roost。 The once great City of Spiders had been reduced to a besieged； ragged； self…destructing ruin of its former glory…glory that was proving with every dead drow to have been a lie all along。
Fight it； Archmage； Nauzhror urged。
Lolth was dead； and Gromph would be dead soon too。 Lolth was dead； and so was House Baenre。 So was Sorcere。 So was Menzoberranzan。 It had all e to nothing； as he himself had e to nothing。
Archmage 。 。 。 Nauzhror prodded。
Gromph's body shuddered through an alien sensation： a sob。 He wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand and tried to blink away the tears； but more came。 Through the tears he saw that Dyrr had moved and was floating above him。
〃That's it； young Baenre；〃 the lichdrow said。 〃Lament。 Cry for fallen Menzoberranzan。 Cry for House Baenre。〃
Cry？ Gromph thought。 Am I crying？
〃Slow；〃 Dyrr said； his voice like a gentle caress against Gromph's pain…ravaged brow。 〃Stop； young mage。〃
No； a voice in Gromph's mind all but shouted。
Gromph hadn't realized he was moving…levitating slowly 〃down〃 toward the ceiling； moving away from the blinding light pouring from Dyrr's gate。 The archmage slowed his descent and came to a stop； hanging only a few yards from the jagged stalactites that hung from the ceiling like fangs ready to puncture the neck of Menzoberranzan the Mighty； ready to punish them all for their weakness。
〃There 。 。 。〃 the lichdrow murmured； his voice sending a quivering chill down Gromph's spine。 〃There 。 。 。〃
The lich was holding something。
How did he get so close？
Archmage； the voice in his head asked； shall I e help you？
No； he thought back at the voice。
Gromph tried to flinch away； but the lichdrow touched him with a long； thin wand of gem…inlaid silver。 The touch of it sent a wave of blinding agony ripping through the archmage's body。 Every muscle tensed； joints popped； and the wizard clenched his teeth against the pain。 His eyes watered more； and Gromph could feel tears streaming down his tingling black cheeks。
He turned away from the lich； rolling in the air； and faced down toward the gate。 His eyes closed against the light； but he blinked them open and saw the briefest flash of a silhouette： Dyrr in shadow against the sunlight。 The lichdrow was below him but had been above him。 Gromph wasn't sure at that instant what he was seeing。 Dyrr had fooled him