〃A name is power；〃 he said； speaking to the others。 〃It helps us to define our target。 A target that seems to be the lynchpin holding two otherwise unfriendly armies together。〃 He gestured at the figures in the crystal ball。 They had not yet e to blows but were still arguing。 〃Remove the lynchpin…and the alliance will e apart。 The duergar and tanarukk will fall upon one another； and victory for Menzoberranzan will be assured。〃
Julani glanced at Gromph and asked； 〃What do you suggest？〃
〃A concerted attack；〃 the archmage answered。 〃All of us； casting our deadliest spells at once。 Nimor will undoubtedly resist them； but some； certainly； will get through。〃
Prath rose from his chair； unlacing the lid of a wand case at his belt。
〃Are we going to teleport to the cavern？〃 he asked。
Gromph patted the air； motioning the impetuous young mage back to his seat。
〃We don't need to teleport anywhere；〃 he said。 〃We can cast our spells from here。〃
Grendan raised a perfect eyebrow and asked； 〃How？〃
〃Through this；〃 Gromph said； pointing at the crystal ball。 〃Since its creation； I've imbued it with a few 。 。 。 extras； the knowledge of which you must swear to keep secret。〃
〃Ah；〃 Julani said。 〃So that's why you summoned only House Baenre mages。〃 He placed the tips of curled fingers to his chest； over his heart。 〃May Lolth's poison consume me； should I divulge whatever I am about to hear。〃
Gromph stared at each of the mages in turn； and one by one they nodded their agreement and spoke oaths of silence。
〃This is not just a scrying device；〃 Gromph told the others。 〃Once primed； it can be used to cast spells at a particular target…in this case； at Nimor。 It will work not only for spelts that can carry as far as the eye can see but also for those that are limited by distance。 Now then； which spells are your most potent？〃
One by one； the other mages described which spells they would cast。 Gromph rejected some suggestions and approved others。 When it was Noori's turn； she spread her hands。
〃I don't know if my spells will be any use；〃 she said humbly。 〃They tend to be divinations。〃
Gromph smiled and said； 〃On the contrary； Noori； you will contribute the most useful spell of all。 In order to use the crystal ball； we must first cast a spell that will pinpoint the individual we wish to attack。 Which is where you e in。 Please cast a location spell on the drow。〃
With a slight bow that didn't quite hide her smile； Noori rose to her feet。 She pulled a scrap of fur from her pocket and used it to polish the crystal ball。 As she did； Nimor loomed larger inside the crystal ball； his face and chest filling it。
At a nod from Gromph； Noori resumed her seat。 As she did； Gromph thought he saw Nimor follow her with his eyes。 Had the drow sensed that someone was scrying him and glanced around in an effort to locate the source？ Little matter； soon enough he'd be ducking spells。
Gromph pulled a pinch of sand out of a pocket of his piwafwi and flicked it into the air in front of him； chanting the words of a minor creation spell。 A tiny hourglass appeared on top of the eagle's cage； and the sand inside its uppermost globe began trickling away。
〃Cast your spells when the last grain of sand fells；〃 he told the others。 〃Make sure your conjurations all end at precisely the same instant。〃
After taking care to make sure his protective devices were still on his person and tucking Kyorli safely into his sleeve； Gromph began his own spell。
He chose a necromantic spell； one of the most powerful in his arsenal。 Slowly； one eye on the hourglass； he rasped out words whose raw power scratched the inside of his throat； making it bleed。 Dimly； he was aware of the magical conjurations of the other wizards。
Julani held both hands in front of him； the first two fingers forked in the gesture that would summon a powerful lightning bolt； and Grendan was kneading the air with his fingers； creating a hypnotic weave of shifting color； Prath had chosen an evocation that would summon a magic missile…a feeble spell； but probably the best the first…year student could manage。 Zoran； meanwhile； slumped lazily in his chair； a grin tweaking the corner of his lips。 Gromph longed to give the insolent boy a magical thrashing…but dared not interrupt his own spell。 The hourglass was nearly empty。
As the last of the sand trickled out； Gromph spoke the final word of his spell…and heard the others do the same。 His pointing forefinger turned momentarily skeletal as a thin ray of bone…white erupted from its tip and lanced into the crystal ball； streaking toward Nimor's chest。 In that same moment； lightning erupted from Julani's fingers； filling the air with the boom of thunder and the stench of ozone。 Grendan's hypnotic pattern rushed toward its target。 Zoran had said he was going to cast a spell that would send Nimor into fits of laughter； incapacitating him； but instead he drew and fired his wand of wonder。 A useless stream of gems erupted from its tip。 Meanwhile the three magic missiles Prath had conjured up glanced harmlessly off some magical defense that surrounded Nimor； just as Gromph had expected。
No； they ricocheted…straight back at the boy。 Which was impossible。
Gromph tried to shout a warning； but all he managed was； 〃Ward yourselves！ The spells…〃
Then his own death spell came hurtling back at him。 The bone…white ray； chill as the grave； struck him in the chest； the precise spot he'd aimed for on Nimor。 His enchanted piwafwi soaked up the spell； its hood； cuffs； and hem instantly crumbling away like ancient； rotted cloth。 Even so； the spell rocked him to the side as if he'd been kicked in the head by a rothe。 He tumbled out of his chair； winding up in an undignified heap on the floor。
As he fell he heard Prath grunt as his three magic missiles struck； punching deep； bloody holes into the boy's chest。 In the same instant； twin lightning bolts struck Julani； passing through his body in less than a heartbeat to explode out of his hands； feet and the top of his head； killing him instantly。 Grendan； meanwhile； went slack…jawed as the hypnotic pattern he'd conjured appeared in the air in front of his face。 Beside him； Zoran flung up his hands as the stream of gems from his wand rushed back at him； thudding into his chest。 One caught him in the head； knocking what little sense he had out of it； and he fell out of his chair； unconscious。
Lifting his head； Gromph was just in time to see the crystal ball turn a solid white。 It felt with a crash to the floor； knocking the eagle's cage over and cracking in two。 Inside the cage； the eagle screeed in anguish as its missing eyeball…split in two and weeping blood…returned to its socket。
Gromph looked at the destruction his plan had wrought and was furious with himself。 His experiment had turned out most disastrously for House Baenre。 Julani was dead； and Prath…judging by the sound of his labored； gurgling breathing…would soon die without magical intervention。 Grendan would be a drooling idiot for some time to e； and Zoran 。 。 。 well； being knocked unconscious was precisely what he deserved for using so whimsical a weapon in such dire circumstances。 Noori was unscathed but had only divination magic at her disposal。 Besides； she was too busy fussing over her lover to be of any use； even were her spells more powerful。
Gromph had half expected Nimor to have magic that would protect him from spells； but only a handful of the spells should have been turned…not all of them。 And certainly not those spells； like the hypnotic pattern； which targeted the air next to Nimor； and not the drow himself。 Whatever device or spell protected Nimor must have been the result of a unique enchantment…one beyond the capabilities of most mortal wizards。
Gromph knew of only one spellcaster capable of such powerful magic： the lichdrow Dyrr。
Easing himself off the floor； Gromph was relieved to see Kyorli； unhurt； scurry out of his sleeve。 As Gromph rose to a sitting position； a sharp object dug into his hip。 He assumed it was one of Zoran's useless gems but then realized it was something in the hip pocket of his piwafwi。 He reached into the pocket…and to his surprise found a prism of quartz。 Tiny yellow sparks as bright as miniature suns danced inside it； evidence of the light…producing magic that was trapped in its depths。
How had it gotten into his pocket？
He stared at it absently； half…listening to the gurgling； bloody breathing of Prath。 All the while； he was thinking furiously。 He alone must deal with Nimor…but how？ Any spell that targeted the strange drow would only bounce back at its caster…even a spell that affected an area； rather than Nimor himself； couldn't take him down。 Yet Nimor must have a weak spot。 One that seemed； on the surface； to be his chief strength 。 。 。
Shadow walking。
Glancing at the prism； Gromph began to smile。 Carefully； he tucked it back in his pocket。 The insignificant little magical device…a trivial construct of the Surface Realms that was designed to serve no more noble purpose than to illuminate darkened corridors…would rid them all of