After our battle with the warped treants and their swarms of spiders, we waded into the ruins beyond. The ruins, though ancient and nearly all but destroyed at this point, are huge and we had little idea where to begin until we came across fresh dwarven tracks. Fael told us that they were probably duergar and slaves at that. We searched around in that part of the ruins, coming across one room full of these slaves, but they fought viciously when they caught sight of us. Any pity I might have had for these creatures is lost in the fact that any hesitation on our part could kill us even against these ‘captives’.
We found another roomful of duergar and decided to storm in and strike first, not giving them the option to aid us or at least stand aside. In we went and snap went the trap. Turns out these duergar were merely illusions and, while we were distracted, the drow we came to find lashed out, magically incapacitating us. When I came to, we all were stripped of armor and weapons and left in a locked room. We were captives.
I would be lying if I said that this was the worst situation I had ever faced, but being held captive by drow is a situation that unnerved me. Diala could retrieve her blade, bonded as she was with it, but the rest of us would be of little help in a fight. Escape seemed hopeless, but when have I ever laid down to die? Lowe and I both lined up with the door barring our way out and began pushing, hoping against hope to force it open. The door was solid and bolted into stone walls, but as we heaved and shoved, I felt a familiar pulse in my chest. Power beyond what I normally had swelled inside me, into my legs and arms and I heaved with might I cannot remember ever having. Whatever this power is, it filled me and let me break open our prison cell. Just in time to see ourselves confronted by armed and armored duergar. Miracle of strength or not, our situation was still dire.
I don’t know who first did it, but a shout of surprise behind me drew my eye to see both Tess and Kosh standing there, dumbfounded by the weapons they held. They were not bonded to those like Diala was, but somehow those blades had come when they called. Beside me, Lowe’s hammer appeared in his hand and he waded forward, slamming into the even more surprised duergar. Was it too much to hope in this second miracle? I held out my hand and focused on my blade, but still nearly dropped it when it appeared before me. I have long known the blade to be magical, but never have I seen it do this and for most of us to be able to do the same thing with their own weapons? Nearly unthinkable.
What makes these weapons so special?