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older than mankind. The great stone door at the tomb’s entrance slammed shut with a tremendous boom, bringing a soft rain of dust from the ceiling overhead. Jacob whirled and attacked the doors with all his strength, but they were sealed with sorcery. “We’re trapped!” the fighter called.
    “Finish the doppelganger!” Miltiades answered, crushing a tentacle to red pulp with one blow of his hammer. “Well worry about escape once she’s dead! For Tyr and justice!” He resumed the attack, striking blow after blow with his hammer while Rings ripped great slashes in the thing with his ancestors’ axe. Pieces of cuttlefish lay strewn about the chamber, but still the beast fought on, warping its shape from moment to moment to create new limbs and minimize the effect of its foes’ weapons.
    Belgin moved in to join the fight again as Jacob did the same, but at that moment the glyphs on the far wall— now an arcane, circular design—flashed with a crackle of energy and a peal of thunder. Where a blank stone wall had stood, a dark portal yawned. Wind howled forth, thick with the scent of dust and strange incense. What in the Five Kingdoms? he thought, raising an arm to shield his eyes. A magical doorway? Here? “Look out! We might have company coming!”
    Eidola recognized the archway, too. Slithering away from the paladin, she seemed to suddenly contract and rise, standing on two legs as the human woman they’d seen before. Deftly she vaulted the stone tomb, parrying Belgin’s attack, and leaped headlong into the portal. Belgin dove for the lasso trailing her waist, but the cord brushed his fingertips and disappeared into the darkness. “She’s getting away!” he cried unnecessarily.
    ‘Tyr damn it! We had her!” Miltiades shouted. “Quick, after her!”
    “Wait!” Jacob shouted against the roaring wind. “We don’t know where the portal leads!”
    “Jacob’s right,” Belgin said. “What if it leads to the heart of a volcano? Or to a dragon’s den? She might be dead already.”
    “Then I’m going to go make sure,” Miltiades stated. Blood streamed from a vicious cut on the side of his head, but the paladin seemed tireless. He took three running steps and threw himself into the black portal, shield raised high.
    “I’m with the paladin,” Rings said. He was ripped and scored in a dozen places from Eidola’s tentacles, but a fierce light blazed in his eyes. “Besides, why would the old builders of this place install a portal to nowhere?” He trotted forward and stepped through.
    “Maybe they wanted to arrange something special for anyone who despoiled this tomb,” Belgin answered, speaking to the blackness. “Maybe—oh, to hell with it.” With a lamning start, the dandy leaped into the doorway, roaring an improvised battle cry.
    Behind him, Jacob stood in the darkness of the wrecked crypt, glaring at the portal. “Damn, damn, damn,” he muttered, pounding his fist against his palm. “It’s not supposed to be like this.” Jaw set, he picked up his great war blade and followed the others into the darkness.

Chapter 2
Down to the Crossroads
    Cold beyond cold, darkness seared Belgin’s flesh, and then he was through the gate. His bold battle cry faltered in the teeth of a bitter, stinging wind that scoured him with dust and sand. He raised a hand to shield his eyes and blundered forward. Crumbling old stone walls surrounded him, and overhead a brown sky billowed and seethed with the weight of wind-borne dust. No sun pierced the sandy veil, but something in the quality of the light hinted at late afternoon, maybe sunset. Where on Toril are we? he thought. Grimacing, he laughed bitterly. I’ve said that all my life and never really meant it before.
    “Belgin! Over here!” A stout, dark shape materialized in the murk as Rings appeared. He looked past the sharper. “Where’s the swordsman?”
    “Right here,” said Jacob, emerging from the portal behind them. A rune-carved arch marked the