rested the means of our deception—that which kept us and our behemoths secret from prying eyes for many centuries: the Heart of Runlatha, salvaged from that fallen city of magic by the Bey of Runlatha himself.'
'Berun,' some of the Thunderbeasts whispered among themselves, the name of a great hero in their songs.
'Yes, Berun indeed,' hissed the woman. 'A name that has floated through the ages misremembered and distorted. The Bey was ancient even for us, his true name lost to history, but it is known that he fled dead Netheril, leading our ancestors west from that fallen land.'
'With the Heart of Runlatha,' extrapolated Kellin. 'And in Delzoun, the dwarves tied its magic to that of the axe you carry. The axe serves as a key,' she went on. 'It can dissolve the illusions. It can, and it did.'
The Shepherdess nodded sadly. 'With the axe in his hand, Bey battled the foul three who troubled his people, giving his own life to defeat Zukothoth.' Vell realized that he must have caught a glimpse of that ancient battle in the Fountains of Memory, where it rippled like an afterthought. What a wonder! To lay eyes upon the Bey of legend!
'The axe was recovered by his followers and held as sacred, as they tamed the land. The weapon of the truest of heroes, it craves heroism from those who wield it. Its true powers lie dormant in the hands of mediocre men like your chiefs, though it twists the minds of the weak, always seeking a stronger wielder.'
'And the Heart of Runlatha?' prompted Thanar.
'It has preserved us.'
'And with it gone...'
'Yes,' the Shepherd said. 'We will die.'
'A pity,' said Thanar. This provoked a dark glare from the Shepherd.
'Magic!' cursed Thluna. 'The unreliability of magic! No wonder Sungar disposed of the axe—would that it had stayed lost.'
'Sungar!' the female Shepherd shouted. This was the strongest anger they'd heard from the ancients—she shouted the name like an epithet. 'Wolfkiller! The blame is his! Where is he? He left our secrets ripe for the pillage.'
'He lies in the hands of our enemies,' Rask Urgek said. 'We can only guess that, if he lives, he is in the dungeons of Llorkh.'
'Llorkh.' The name was whispered among the other Shepherds, still standing nearby in the marsh. 'This orc- man speaks a name we have heard already,', said the male Shepherd, pointing at the soldier displayed on the phandar tree. 'That is where our behemoths are, and the Heart with it. The survivor of this invasion, save the dark lady who fled by magic, revealed their plans to us.'
'A fine burial you gave him,' Rask said, eyeing the disgusting spectacle. 'A thousand years of isolation has clearly caused your souls to atrophy.' The Shepherds did not blink an eye in response to his insult.
Thluna asked, 'Why do you not take your powers back from Vell?'
'They cannot,' said Kellin. 'Not without the Heart.'
The male Shepherd nodded.
'As it always was with magic,' Thluna told him. 'You relied on it—you based your existence around it. And it has failed you.'
'You have failed us,' the Shepherd retorted. 'You have all failed us.'
'I'm curious,' said Kellin. 'Did you mean to summon me here as well, or was that an accident?'
'It was not our intention,' said the Shepherd woman. 'Our contact with the world outside this Sanctuary was limited. We could not...'
'You could not send clear messages, obviously,' said Thanar. 'Why say, 'Find the living'? Why not say, 'Come to the shadow of the easternmost Star Mount'? Why not, 'Recover the lost axe'?'
'Our ability to act was limited,' came the answer. The man hesitantly went on. 'The shard of your totem that remains in our possession is limited indeed.'
'What can this mean?' asked Vell. 'What shard of our totem?'
'I can explain,' said Kellin. 'At least, I'll try. Before the coming of Uthgar, the barbarians of the North— Netherese-blooded survivors from the exodus of Runlatha—worshiped powerful nature spirits rather than gods. This was common in those days. There were fewer gods then, and the conditions of the gods' existence were less stringent, as they were not bound by Ao to their followers. You know the names of these totem spirits—Blue Bear, Black Raven, Elk, Red Tiger, and more, and of course the Thunderbeast. When Uthgar became a god, his tribal followers began to worship him and their totems at once, so they became aspects of Uthgar: fragments of his personality representing different tribes.
'We know that worshipers can be stolen away, as the Blue Bear tribe was by Malar. When none of the Blue Bear tribe worshiped Uthgar any longer, the Blue Bear itself no longer represented him, but became part of the Beastlord instead. So, too, is it possible for new totems to be added, as with the Tree Ghosts,' she explained, looking to Rask. 'But this place is special. For the most part, worship of the Thunderbeast flowed to Uthgar, but a portion of it trickled here instead. Therefore, the Shepherds have some ability to act through the Thunderbeast outside of Uthgar's authority—perhaps even without his knowledge.'
'The Thunderbeast is more legitimately ours than Uthgar's,' said the male Shepherd haughtily. 'Our claim is prior. We of Netheril's line possess nobility the Ruathan race could never possess.'
Thluna paced for a moment, but his youth got the better of him and he delivered a punch to the Shepherd's chin.
The old man crumbled, falling to his knees. 'A bold blow,' he cursed through clenched teeth, 'against a defenseless opponent.'
'You deceived our tribe into believing it was given a summons from the divine!' Thluna shouted. 'You have masqueraded as the spirit of our tribe for far too long! We lost warriors fighting your fight for you, and our shaman as well. Our tribe is left weak in a time of danger. Worst of all, you twisted us into believing we were doing Uthgar's work, while instead we were serving ancient rivals of his.' He snatched up the greataxe lying at his feet. 'You deserve this axe in your skull.' He turned and walked away, back toward the pass that had led them there.
Vell caught up to him across the high mountain field. 'We must continue with our mission,' he said.
'Why should we, Vell?' asked Thluna. 'Do they not deserve their fate?'
'They do, but the behemoths do not. They are blameless.'
'They are beasts,' Thluna replied, but when he saw the anger rise in Vell's eyes, he amended his statement. 'Sacred beasts, truly, and in some ways our kindred. But can I justify marching our warriors into a city of darkness? Surely that will bring doom down on our tribe more swiftly'
'And Sungar?' asked Vell. 'What of him?'
The question gave Thluna pause. 'We do not know if Sungar still lives.'
'We do not know that he doesn't. Kellin, Thanar, Rask, and the rest... I am certain that all of them will be willing to make the trip to Llorkh. They will not refuse because the journey serves the Shepherds as well.'
Thluna closed his eyes and nodded. 'In addition to everything else, Vell, the beast inside you... they put it there.'
'And they can take it away,' said Vell. 'If we aid them.'
'We came into the forest looking for answers. Looking for a destiny.' Thluna frowned. 'I said that myself, did I not? That our destiny would be found in the High Forest. And so it was. I wonder if we should never have come here.'
He cast a glance back at the Sanctuary. The menhir standing at its center looked so much like those at Morgur's Mound and at a dozen other sites sacred to the Uthgardt. The Shepherds seemed to have vanished; how did they live in this marsh? How did they survive? What did they use for food? What would they do now that the marsh was cold and their protection gone?
Next to the great phandar tree stood Thluna's companions, including the three Uthgardt warriors who had come so far without complaint. Ilskar, Hengin, and Draf represented the characteristics of the Thunderbeast tribe: sturdy and solid, largely silent in the face of orders from their chief, and willing to march and die at his whim.
'We have the answers now, wretched though they may be,' Thluna told Vell. 'How can they be our ancestors? How could we have come from them?' A new thought dawned on him. 'What will our tribesmen think if they learn all this? Must we keep the truth from them?'
'A question for a chief,' said Vell. 'Chieftains face difficult decisions, as Sungar did that day in the Fallen
