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May 14 - October 3, 2021
“It is a ridiculous proposition, even for you,” Archmage Gromph Baenre answered Jarlaxle.
It always entertains me when Gromph and Jarlaxle chat, like they’re both pretending they’re not brothers.
(I mean, possibly Gromph doesn’t know at this point? Although it seems Jarlaxle does).
For all of his complaining about the mercenary, Zaknafein had to admit—though only to himself—that even as he had come to quite enjoy the company of Jarlaxle, he had come to trust him more.
Just kiss already!
Our allies among the humans and dwarves, with the army of demons seeded by House Hunzrin merchants, will wound the dwarves and show us
This is a bit too maid-and-butler, but since I have completely forgotten anything from the previous book which wasn’t the UST between Zak and Jarlaxle, I’m a little grateful.
Ever since they had left Ash’ala in the milk bath, being slowly eaten by maggots,
... wait, this wasn’t something I read in a fanfic or on r/rpghorrorstories?
Man. This is like the perfect example of everything I hate about how the drow are depicted canonically.
She was handsome enough, he thought, as elves went, though she needed a lot of fattening up,
I’m a bit late, but I’m started the “drink every time a woman is described by how attractive and sexually available she is” drinking game. I expect to be soused by the end of the chapter.
“I’m older now, so it will hurt in the morning, I am sure. But I can sure keep up with you.”
I lol’ed at that.
Although, how old is Jarlaxle? This is 1488; we know he was a young elf just getting Bregan D’aerthe together in 1010. So he’s at least middle aged for an elf, I guess, and didn’t have the benefit of spending 200 years dead.
“Boys,” Bruenor interrupted. “We got a fight out there.”
“Stop flirting, there are demons to fight!”
Demogorgon, the archmage realized, brought to the material plane by Gromph, and destroyed in its corporeal form through the power of Menzoberranzan channeled through the might of the illithid hive mind—channeled, in no small part, by these very same two drow.
Yay for my knowledge of OotA being useful.
Although my version had fewer mind flayers and more feels.
“Trail apples,” Wulfgar said. “You think me deer poo?”
Yeah, no matter how you mean it, don’t compare a woman to deer poop.
... I wanted to like this scene between Wulfgar and Penelope Harrell, because it’s so rare that older women get paired with younger men, but then the incomprehensible compliment and then the hinting at threesomes... *sigh*
“There is a fleet bound for Luskan, a great war armada,”
I am intrigued by the possibility of demon pirates.
Regis, Athrogate,
... didn’t he die? Did Yvonnel who is totally not Lolth bring him back?
“I am not even sure of what role I have played in all of this, or of what my role might be going forward.
You’re telling me, sister
he had found revenge for his beloved Ambergris.
Still mad about this
The striking Yvonnel—whose eyes were now purple to match those of Drizzt, Regis noted—offered a nod.
*sigh*
running free,
Okay, they just straight up admit this is parkour. Love it.
The response was almost instantaneous, dwarven side-slinger catapults letting fly and ballista bolts vibrating the air above the heads of the leading drow pair.
I’m surprised there isn’t more friendly fire in this crazy ass battle. But I guess that’s not very narratively satisfying.
Catapult balls and ballista bolts charged down the avenue at them, laying waste, melting and impaling, and the carnage was made worse by the drow ranger with the recurved bow off to the side, as Drizzt Do’Urden let fly arrow after arrow, missiles made all the more powerful by the stalled horde of demons, for the arrows of Taulmaril blew through their first targets to score deadly hits on the next in line, and even the third on many occasions.
That sure is a single sentence
“Sometimes I have too many toys to remember,”
Truer words were never spoken
insect arse,
“Let’s hope no readers are British.”
“Don’t wait for us!” Zaknafein screamed, to which Jarlaxle gasped, “What?”
I lol’ed.
first juicers
“I do not think that means what you think it means.”
muscles, feeling the poison in the wound, pushing it back out of his flesh.
Expel Harm, right? Those monk levels come in handy.
squeezing his legs and leaning back
That’s actually legit horsemanship, innit?
The spider rushed down the tunnel and Drizzt spun Andahar about to flee . . .
Oh, god, that’s right. How freakin’ long is this fight going to go on?
It was not like Kimmuriel to travel side streets when on an important mission.
Not sure what this means?
“‘Stay alive, my only friend,’” Arathis Hune replied, his red eyes sparkling with recognition. Zaknafein nodded, and together, the men answered, “‘I need you to stay alive.’” So they knew.
I had to go back and remind where this came up, and I’m still not clear how the hell this told either of them anything
Just as these skilled warriors had been trained . . . at House Barrison Del’Armgo.
I have no idea what’s going on here
“Though I’d venture that the supposed leaders of the city are risking themselves in battle.”
Uh… said supposed leader is still busy in Gauntlgrym, innit he?
that led him to wonder why he was feeling anything at all positive toward anyone wandering about a house of enemies and demons.
Because he failed his Will save, obvs.
leaving him to scream eternally in the nether realms under the damning judgment of the little girl.
Was that REALLY necessary?
Falling . . . falling . . . fallingfallingfalling! No sound, no moving, no anything, nothingnothingnothing. Pain. Just pain. But justthebitesjustthebites. Whyjustthebites? Stingsandbites. Crawling little legs and stings. Calmcalmcalm . . . calm . . . relax. Whydothestingsstillhurt? Calmcalm . . . calm. Think. Pain!
Come the fucketh on, can we be done with this already?
The world seemed so mixed up to poor Zaknafein then. All of his life had been spent in learning the truth of the world, but that, he was beginning to understand, was the truth of the drow world only. And it was a truth distorted by ill intent. All that he had learned—nay, more than learned, had come to know as truth—seemed to him then like a knot beginning to loosen, as if his world was on the edge of fully unwinding.
I would have liked this level of introspection from, oh, I dunno, the last book and a half.
embrace of Jarlaxle,
Heyyyy-o.
Guess this is the closest we’ll ever get to this ship.
Ohfieohdamnohcursemyselfeternally— . . .
Yeah, I don’t think I realized these interludes were Entreri until recently. They started with the wasp-stung guy who tried to assault Sharon, right? Wtf is the connection between the two?
With her magic, Yvonnel had brought him in pursuit of the spider, both of them wanting to witness the last play of Drizzt Do’Urden.
Nah, I’m sure Yvonnel will deus ex machina him out of here somehow
