thigh。 The vines were still ing at him one after another； and Ryld had no way of knowing how many there were or if； let alone when； they might finally give up or he might kill the last of them。 That and the possibility that the draegloth might e at him again made up the weapons master's mind。
Ryld looked around； flicking his greatsword to his right to slice a vine then in front of him to cut through another； letting the movement of the vines in his peripheral vision chose his targets for him while he scanned for an escape route。
To his right…he had lost all sense of direction a long time before so had no idea if he was facing north； south； east； or west…the water gave way to slightly more solid if not entirely dry land。 Larger trees with long； whiplike branches made a forest of thin lines。 Behind those hanging branches； Ryld saw a scattering of orange lights that must have been torches burning in the distance。
He knew there might be any number of sentient creatures that could have lit those torches； and surely none of them were drow。 Still； he might be able to use any sort of habitation to his advantage。 If Jeggred chased him there； and it was a human town； an orc town； or an elf town； they might not like dark elves； but they'd be terrified by the draegloth。 That could buy Ryld time； if not allies。
Another vine managed to get around his ankle and tug。 Ryld went down to one knee； his face almost falling under the slimy water before he managed to slice the vine off him。 He left a cut in his boot that let in the water； and he shivered。 Free of the vine； the weapons master ran。 He didn't bother trying to be quiet but splashed headlong through the knee…deep water。 Behind him； Jeggred surfaced again； tore at the vines still covering his midsection； roared； took a deep breath； and went back down。
Ryld stepped onto dry ground and hopped in an unseemly fashion as a set of vines worried at his heels。 The ground was slippery and muddy； covered in patches with slick moss； but Ryld continued running； working past the occasional loss of footing。 From behind him came the draegloth's peculiar growl and a flurry of splashes。 As Ryld ran through the stinging； whiplike branches； dodging between the close…set trees while barely managing to keep on his feet； he could hear the half…demon panting； tearing； and growling behind him。 Jeggred had surfaced again and was fighting his way free of the vines。
The weapons master ran on； and soon the sounds of the struggling draegloth were joined by the faint echo of voices ahead。 He came out of the forest of whiplike branches； still at an all…out run。 The clearing was wide and relatively dry。 A collection of stumps replaced the trees； and Ryld jumped up onto one of them then hopped to another and another； making his way toward the settlement。 The stumps provided more even footing and were less slippery than the muddy； mossy ground。
The torches burned from long poles stuck into the ground in a circle around a collection of a dozen small shacks and tattered tents。 Even Ryld； who knew little of the World Above； could tell that the settlement was a temporary one and not an established village。 The voices he heard echoing from one of the more permanent…looking buildings sounded human。 The weapons master could pick out the occasional word in the human's mon trade language。 He'd learned the language at Melee…Magthere but had few opportunities to use it； and many words were still unfamiliar to him。
Off to one side of the settlement was a huge pile of trees； cut down； stripped of their branches； and stacked carefully in a pyramid almost ten feet tall。 In Menzoberranzan it would have been a king's ransom in wood。
Ryld made his way one stump at a time toward the bigger building but paused briefly to sheathe Splitter…and he was hit hard from behind。 He fell forward off the stump； the greatsword still in his right hand； and pain blazed from his back。 He fell onto a stump； pushed off； rolled forward； and saw the dark shape of Jeggred scrambling up behind him。 The weapons master kicked out hard with both feet and smashed the draegloth between his legs。 Jeggred grunted and backed off； long enough for Ryld to get to his feet。
Splitter in both hands； Ryld sent a feint at the draegloth's mid…section。 Jeggred fell for it； spinning to the side。 The weapons master hopped back up onto one of the stumps and jumped backward again from stump to stump。 The soaking…wet draegloth was covered in slime； sap； and blood。 His crimson eyes blazed in the darkness； and steam poured from his mouth and nostrils。
Ryld tried to think of something to say； perhaps to taunt the draegloth； but his mind was a blank。 Pharaun would have had a thousand irritating quips on the tip of his tongue； enough to drive his opponent to distraction； but Ryld could only keep his mouth closed and his mind on the fight。 The two of them had gone well beyond conversation anyway。
The Master of Melee…Magthere knew that the building was behind him。 He could see the orange firelight from the windows growing brighter and could hear the voices growing louder。 There didn't seem to be any change in the tone of the random bits of conversation that drifted out the window。 No alarm had been raised。
Jeggred clawed at him with one of his larger hands； and Ryld stepped in to cut his arm but found out the hard way that the attack was a feint。 The claws of the draegloth's remaining smaller hand ripped across Ryld's face。 The weapons master stepped back； and there were suddenly no more stumps behind him。 He slipped on the muddy ground and at the same time slashed across his opponent's midsection。 The tip of his greatsword traced a line of red across Jeggred's thigh； and the draegloth drew away long enough to allow Ryld to get his footing and jump three long paces backward。
Orange firelight lit the battle…ravaged draegloth and glittered off his massive； daggerlike teeth。 With a fang…lined sneer； the draegloth launched himself at Ryld。 All the weapons master could do was bring up his hands…and his sword…to meet him。
Jeggred hit him hard enough to drive the air from Ryld's lungs and push his greatsword into him so hard it sliced into the side of his face； nearly cutting the weapons master's ear off。 Ryld felt his feet leave the ground； his body pletely at the mercy of the draegloth's inertia。 They went through a window； glass shattering into millions of tiny knives that cut them both in a hundred places。 Ryld could only close his eyes and grunt when he hit a wood floor so hard with the heavy draegloth on top of him that at least one of his ribs snapped like a twig。
The draegloth rolled； and Ryld pushed him off。 Before he knew what was happening； they were both sitting on the floor of some kind of ramshackle tavern surrounded by a dozen very surprised humans。
Let it in； Aliisza whispered into Pharaun's mind； but not too far。
Pharaun sat on the deck； his tegs crossed； his eyes closed； and his palms pressed down against the pulsating surface of the living vessel。 He tried to sort out the sensations that were ing at him。 Some were physical； some were emotional； and some came in forms Pharaun had never imagined。 He could smell something like algae cakes being grilled over an open fire。 Flashes of light pulsed behind his eyelids and left trails and tendrils in their wake。 The sound of the ship's pulse hummed in his ears。 He grimaced when a horrid taste like rotting fish rolled across his tongue。 That all happened at once then changed。
You will use your body to steer it； Aliisza continued； as much as your mind。
Pharaun could feel that she was right。 A wave of hopelessness came from nowhere and made his flesh crawl。 Almost at the same time he was charged with adrenaline and felt as if he could lift the ship physically over his head and throw it across the endless Astral and into the Abyss that way。
Like that； Aliisza whispered。 Yes 。 。 。
It wasn't wind or water that powered the ship of chaos but desire； entropy； malice； and confusion…those things and others like them。
You will have to gather the will to move； Aliisza went on； which should be easy enough for you。 Learn how to channel it through the ship and into the planar medium around you。 There's no way to learn how to do that。 You simply have to give yourself over to it； while keeping it at bay at the same time。 Do you understand？
Pharaun nodded； not wanting to speak。
Something entered his skin at the wrist…a thin tendril like a length of string。 The Master of Sorcere could feel it slip into a vein； tapping his blood。 He tried to jerk his hand away； but his fingers were stuck to the deck。
Don't panic； Aliisza sent。 It won't take enough of your blood to weaken you； but it must have some or the connection will fail。
You're asking me to trust it？ Pharaun asked her。 To trust this construct of demonic chaos？
He felt her touch his cheek； her fingers warm and dry； but he couldn't see her。 She remained invisible； insisting that he not reveal her presence to the others。 Pharaun was content to keep her a secret。
Another wave of conflicting emotions rolled throu