enough for seven hin, and he slept on a cot in his secret workroom behind it. See?'
Osco stood on his toes and reached a hand up into the left side of the chimney to trigger a switch. A door popped open in the stone-worked mantle, revealing a smaller chamber beyond with a cot, two worktables, and a small bookshelf heavily laden with books.
Laraelra resisted the temptation to sit down and begin reading, but instead hobbled over to the farthest worktable. She pulled away a small green cloth, and found a pair of hands carved from russet sheen. On each of the fingers and both thumbs gleamed a ring. Laraelra started to cast a spell to examine the magics or determine which rings were magical, when Vajra's voice came out of the staff. Don't bother, Elra. The Jhaarnnan Hands are obviously magical, as are most of Khondar's rings. Gather those and the books, and I'll bring you home.
'We'd better find a way to seal this place up,' Osco said, 'or looters'll pick ir clean. After all, there's two big holes in the front of the place-and I haven't had the chance to root around much.'
Vajra's voice rang out from the staff. Good thought, Osco. Thank you. A spell flashed out of the duskstaff and they could no longer hear the howling wind coming up through the atrium from the smashed stained-glass window.
Meloon and Osco shrugged and looked at Laraelra, who held up the sculpted hands and said, 'Wards of some kind. Meloon, could you take these? Osco, grab that small chest down there.' She gathered the books off the desk, and said, 'We're ready, Vajra.'
The staff said, You boys better hold on to Elra now.
The air glistened and shifted, growing darker amid a vortex of snow and magic. Within that vortex grew solid stone, and the tower itself groaned and scraped loudly as a massive shape formed four stories above the street. Folk below gasped and pointed as the conical roof of Ahghairon's Tower collapsed and shifted, the tower widening at its top to reform as crenellations and a more solid base for the statue that now loomed overhead. The summoning spell abated, and the air above Waterdeep filled with the screeching roar of a massive stone griffon. The Walking Statue that had long waited in reserve to protect this tower spread its stone wings wide with a clatter of carved slate feathers and reared on its powerful hindquarters, its talorts digging into the new stone crenellations that formed its perch.
The Walking Statue froze in place, its rearing form and spread wings now making Ahghairon's Tower taller than the minarets in the palace and the tallest structure in Castle Ward by far, save the towers of the castle set high on the mountain.
Standing in the shadow of the tower, Eiruk Weskur looked up at the statue and knew it was almost three times a normal griffon's size. His studies and experiences with magical beasts told him something else: while it might be a magical statue, it acted like a real griffon. Eiruk knew that its preening display was more a show of its power and virility, rather than any attack. In fact, its paralysis and lack of any attack posture gave him hope.
'It's not attacking,' Eiruk whispered, smiling.
Beside him, Renaer saw the same clues and said with him, 'Because he can't get in.'
Maerla Windmantle flew over the two men, pulling her gaze away from Ahghairon's latest wonder to land next to her most-prized apprentice. 'Eiruk, what do you two know?'
'The statue's not in any offensive or defensive posture, mistress,' Eiruk whispered. 'Khondar must not be any danger to the tower or its fields!'
'That might be the reason, but don't assume more than you can prove. Ten-Rings might simply have already been accepted by the tower, and he's controlling the statue. Let us see how this plays out. Keep your wand at ready. If spells start to fray or go wild because this thing brought magichaos with it, we'll need all the help we can get to contain a rebirth of spellplague-especially since Ten-Rings has disrupted one of the city's places of power.' -
'And here you are.' Vajra's voice shifted in the wind, even though she stood directly in front of them, her hands on the duskstaff as well as Elra's. Osco, Meloon, and Laraelra shivered in the cold wind atop Blackstaff Tower again.
'Can't you bring us anywhere warm?' Osco complained.
'Not until we've stopped Ten-Rings. Meloon, put the Jhaarnnan Hands down here, please.'
'I don't suppose you'd let us try any of those rings out?' Osco asked.
Vajra's voice alone carried enough snap to cure Osco of that notion. 'Be content with the gift you have, Osco Salibuck.'
'That ring with the blue gem-what does it do?' Meloon asked.
'It looks like a spell-storing ring or one that triggers a pre-set teleport,' Vajra said. 'Why?' She barely looked at Meloon as she prepared the Jhaarnnan Hands with some spells.
'I want my axe back,' Meloon said as he snatched the ring off the sculpted hand, placed it on his own, and said, 'Rekarlen!'
The warrior vanished as the shriek of a stone griffon rang out across Waterdeep.
Khondar looked closely at his hand, admiring the rings he had collected over the years but focusing on his newest acquisiton. The sapphire ring of Ahghairon gleamed bright, as if carved and set only yesterday instead of four centuries ago. He felt the power of the ring thrum on his finger, and it resonated strongly when he crouched and pressed his hand flat against the next barrier. Again, thunder pealed within the barriers and all throughout the city, but Khondar had stopped laughing. His destiny was at hand, and he was but one barrier away from the tower's surface.
Few had been this close to Ahghairon's Tower since the fabled wizard's nine apprentices sealed it after his death. Only those few possessed by the ghostly Aghairon's Cloak ever broached the barriers or the tower, and none of them retained any memory of what wonders the tower held. -
Khondar held his breath and stopped to savor the moment as his form slid through yet another barrier. He whispered, 'Ahghairon, hear me. I am Khondar 'Ten-Rings' Naomal, master of the Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors. In tribute to you, I would bring glory and power back to your city. I humbly approach your tower and take up your mantle with all the respect and honor I have. Allow me to serve your city as its Open Lord as you did.'
Ending his prayer, Khondar touched the final barrier.
Meloon blinked into existence standing knees deep among blue flames. He lost his balance but soon realized the flames were neither hot nor harming him. Meloon steadied himself atop the flat tower. He saw Ten-Rings within the magical fields directly beneath him. The wizard knelt upon other fields inside, resting a blue ring against a field that pulsed with the same energy, and he apparently hadn't seen Meloon's arrival.
The warrior turned and spotted his axe. He stepped close and grabbed the haft of Azuredge, which now lodged between the toe talons of a massive stone griffon. Meloon tugged at it, and a shriek sounded louder in his ears than the grinding stone of the talons as the statue reacted in pain.
Meloon readied himself to pull Azuredge loose from the magical field, bracing his feet on either side of the embedded axe. In his head, he heard the axe's voice Patience, warrior. Vengeance sweetens with patience.
Vajra, Laraelra, and Osco stared out over Castle Ward from atop Blackstaff Tower, amazed at the massive form of the stone griffon. Their argument continued despite their combined wonder.
'Ten-Rings had Azuredge?' Vajra snapped. 'Why didn't someone tell me that earlier?'
'You didn't ask,' Osco said. 'So what's your plan? Can you blast Dumb-Rings by blasting those hands?'
'Something like that.' Vajra sent her silent instructions to Laraelra, who nodded, then approached the halfling from behind.
'What do you need me to do?' Osco asked, then stepped back in surprise as Laraelra drew her dagger and dragged a long cut down the length of her index finger. She dripped blood onto the Jhaarnnan Hands and said, 'He who has caused me pain, find him through this magic. Find his scent and bring him to ground.'
'Just do the same and repeat what I'm saying, little man,' Vajra said, 'and think of Ten-Rings while you do.'
Before Vajra even began her litany, Osco slashed his forearm and repeated with her, 'He who has caused me pain, find him through this magic. Find his scent and bring him to ground.'
Vajra nodded her thanks, and the duskstaff whirled across the roof and into her hands. With a thought, she exchanged it with the true Blackstaff, and an eerie glow surrounded the metal wolf s head at the staff s end. In her mind's eye, Vajra could see the hidden library of the Blackstaff clearly, even though she remained outside the tower. Four phantom shapes, none distinct enough to be named, hovered around an image of a translucent wolf. The
