R. A. Salvatore - Icewind Dale 2 - Streams of Silver

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Streams of Silver
The Crystal Shard - Cover
We've dug our holes and hallowed caves
Put goblin foes in shallow graves
This day our work is just begun
In the mines where silver rivers run
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Beneath the stone the metal gleams
Torches shine on silver streams
Beyond the eyes of the spying sun
In the mines where silver rivers run
The hammers chime on Mithril pure
As dwarven mines in days of yore
A craftsman's work is never done
In the mines where silver rivers run
To dwarven gods we sing our praise
Put another orc in a shallow grave
We know our work has just begun
In the land where silver rivers run
As with everything I do,
To my wife, Diane
And to the most important people
in our lives
Bryan, Geno, and Caitlin
Prelude
Maps
Book 1: Searches
Chapter 1 A Dagger at Their Backs
Chapter 2 City of Sails
Chapter 3 Night Life
Chapter 4 The Conjuring
Chapter 5 The Crags
Chapter 6 Sky Ponies
Chapter 7 Dagger and Staff
Book 2: Allies
Chapter 8 To the Peril of Low-Flying Birds
Chapter 9 There is No Honor
Chapter 10 Bonds of Reputation
Chapter 11 Silverymoon
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Chapter 12 The Trollmoors
Chapter 13 The Last Run
Chapter 14 Star Light, Star Bright
Chapter 15 The Golem's Eyes
Book 3: Trails Anew
Chapter 16 Days of Old
Chapter 17 The Challenge
Chapter 18 The Secret of Keeper's Dale
Chapter 19 Shadows
Chapter 20 End of a Dream
Chapter 21 Silver in the Shadows
Chapter 22 The Dragon of Darkness
Chapter 23 The Broken Helm
Chapter 24 Eulogy for Mithril Hall
Epilogue
About the Author
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Prelude
On a dark throne in a dark place perched the dragon of shadow: Not a very large worm, but foulest of
the foul, its mere presence, blackness; its talons, swords worn from a thousand thousand kills; its maw
ever warm with the blood of victims; its black breath, despair.
A raven's coat was its tested scales, so rich in their blackness that they shimmered in colors, a
scintillating facade of beauty for a soulless monster. Its minions named it Shimmergloom and paid it all
honor.
Gathering its strength over the course of centuries, as dragons do, Shimmergloom kept its wings folded
back and moved not at all, except to swallow a sacrifice or to punish an insolent underling. It had done its
part to secure this place, routing the bulk of the dwarven army that stood to face its allies.
How well the dragon had eaten that day! The hides of dwarves were tough and muscled, but a razor-
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toothed maw was well suited to such a meal.
And now the dragon's many slaves did all the work, bringing it food and heeding to its every desire.
The day would come when they would need the power of the dragon again, and Shimmergloom would be
ready. The huge mound of plundered treasures beneath it fueled the dragon's strength, and in this respect,
Shimmergloom was surpassed by none of its kind, possessing a hoard beyond the imagination of the
richest kings.
And a host of loyal minions, willing slaves to the dragon of darkness.
* * * * *
The chill wind that gave Icewind Dale its name whistled across their ears, its incessant groan
eliminating the casual conversation the four friends usually enjoyed. They moved west across the barren
tundra, and the wind, as always, came from the east, behind them, quickening their already strong pace.
Their posture and the determined drive of their strides reflected the eagerness of a newly begun quest,
but the set of each adventurer's face revealed a different perspective of the journey.
The dwarf, Bruenor Battlehammer, leaned forward from his waist, his stocky legs pumping mightily
beneath him, and his pointed nose, poking out above the shag of his wagging red beard, led the way. He
seemed set in stone, apart from his legs and beard, with his many-notched axe held firmly before him in
his gnarled hands, his shield, emblazoned with the standard of the foaming mug, strapped tightly on the
back of his overstuffed pack, and his head, adorned in a many-dented horned helm, never turning to
either side. Neither did his eyes deviate from the path and rarely did they blink. Bruenor had initiated this
journey to find the ancient homeland of Clan Battlehammer, and though he fully realized that the silvery
halls of his childhood were hundreds of miles away, he stomped along with the fervor of one whose long-
awaited goal is clearly in sight.
Beside Bruenor, the huge barbarian, too, was anxious. Wulfgar loped along smoothly, the great strides
of his long legs easily matching the dwarf's rolling pace. There was a sense of urgency about him, like a
spirited horse on a short rein. Fires hungry for adventure burned in his pale eyes as clearly as in
Bruenor's, but unlike the dwarf, Wulfgar's gaze was not fixed upon the straight road before them. He was
a young man out to view the wide world for the first time and he continually looked about, soaking up
every sight and sensation that the landscape had to offer.
He had come along to aid his friends on their adventure, but he had come, as well, to expand the
horizons of his own world. The entirety of his young life had been spent within the isolating natural
boundaries of lcewind Dale, limiting his experiences to the ancient ways of his fellow barbarian
tribesmen and the frontier peoples of Ten-Towns.
There was more out there, Wulfgar knew, and he was determined to grasp as much of it as he possibly
could.
Less interested was Drizzt Do'Urden, the cloaked figure trotting easily beside Wulfgar. His floating
gait showed him to be of elven heritage, but the shadows of his low-pulled cowl suggested something
else. Drizzt was a drow, a black elf, denizen of the lightless underworld. He had spent several years on
the surface, denying his heritage, yet had found that he could not escape the aversion to the sun inherent
in his people.
And so he sunk low within the shadow of his cowl, his stride nonchalant, even resigned, this trip being
merely a continuation of his existence, another adventure in a life-long string of adventures. Forsaking
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his people in the dark city of Menzoberranzan, Drizzt Do'Urden had willingly embarked upon the road of
the nomad. He knew that he would never be truly accepted anywhere on the surface; perceptions of his
people were too vile (and rightly so) for even the most tolerant of communities to take him in. The road
was his home now, he was always traveling to avoid the inevitable heartache of being forced from a
place that he might have come to love.
Ten-Towns had been a temporary sanctuary. The forlorn wilderness settlement housed a large
proportion of rogues and outcasts and, though Drizzt wasn't openly welcomed, his hard-earned reputation
as a guardian of the towns' borders had granted him a small measure of respect and tolerance from many
of the settlers. Bruenor named him a true friend, though, and Drizzt had willingly set out beside the dwarf
on the trek, despite his apprehension that once he moved out beyond the influence of his reputation, the
treatment he received would be less than civil.
Every so often, Drizzt dropped back the dozen yards or so to check on the fourth member of the party.
Huffing and puffing, Regis the halfling brought up the rear of the troupe (and not by choice) with a belly
too round for the road and legs too short to match the pumping strides of the dwarf. Paying now for the
months of luxury he had enjoyed in the palatial house in Bryn Shander, Regis cursed the turn of luck that
had forced him to the road. His greatest love was comfort and he worked at perfecting the arts of eating
and sleeping as diligently as a young lad with dreams of heroic deeds swung his first sword. His friends
were truly surprised when he joined them on the road, but they were happy to have him along, and even
Bruenor, so desperate to see his ancient homeland again, took care not to set the pace too far beyond
Regis's ability to keep up.
Certainly Regis pushed himself to his physical limits, and without his customary complaining. Unlike
his companions, though, whose eyes looked to the road up ahead, he kept glancing back over his
shoulder, back toward Ten-Towns and the home he had so mysteriously abandoned to join in the journey.
Drizzt noted this with some concern.
Regis was running away from something.
The companions kept their westerly course for several days. To their south, the snow-capped peaks of
the jagged mountains, the Spine of the World, paralleled their journey. This range marked the southern
boundary to Icewind Dale and the companions kept an eye out for its end. When the westernmost peaks
died away to flat ground, they would turn south, down the pass between the mountains and the sea,
running out of the dale altogether and down the last hundred mile stretch to the coastal city of Luskan.
Out on the trail each morning before the sun rose at their backs, they continued running into the last
pink lines of sunset, stopping to make camp at the very last opportunity before the chill wind took on its
icy nighttime demeanor.
Then they were back on the trail again before dawn, each running within the solitude of his own
perspectives and fears.
A silent journey, save the endless murmur of the eastern wind.
Book 1:
Searches
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