“What in Dwarfhome…” muttered Marthammor.
“How is this possible?” asked Corellon.
Lathander mopped the sweat from his brow with a tremulous hand. “I don’t know. That’s what frightens me.” 1.148 mais palavras
“Indeed I shall, Larethian.” With a great effort, Lathander pulled himself to his feet and led the others, Corellon gracefully and Marthammor stubbornly, to the midst of the garden grotto where he lowered himself, wincing, onto a low bench before a broad and clear pool. 939 mais palavras
High above the tallest mountains of Toril, beyond the firmament of its lofty skies and rarefied airs; transcending the transitive Ether, the wild beauty of the Fey, and the Elemental chaos of the Inner Planes; established on high in the Astral Dominion, and drifting in the endless Astral Sea — stands the perfectly infinite and infinitely perfect Mount Celestia. 799 mais palavras