war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第3章

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here　was　no　point　in　creating　a　hidden　refuge　unless　one　ensured　it　would　remain　hidden。
Dusting　a　few　specks　and　smears　of　the　flying　vermin　from　his　nimble　hands；　Gromph　moved　to　the　section　of　the　room　containing　an　extensive　collection　of　wizard's　tools。　Humming；　he　selected　a　spiral…carved　ebony　staff　from　a　wyvern's…foot　stand；　an　onyx…studded　iron　amulet　from　its　velvet…lined　box；　and　a　wickedly　curved　athame　from　a　rack　of　similar　ritual　knives。　He　sniffed　several　ceramic　pots　of　incense　before　finally　senotlecting；　as　he　often　did；　the　essence　of　black　lotus。
As　he　murmured　an　invocation　to　the　Abyssal　powers　and　lit　a　brazen　censor　with　the　tame　little　flame　he　could　conjure　at　will；　he　hesitated。　To　his　surprise；　he　found　himself　wondering　if　he　truly　wanted　to　proceed。
Menzoberranzan　was　in　desperate　straits；　even　though　most　of　her　citinotzens　hadn't　yet　realized　it。　In　Gromph's　place；　many　another　wizard　would　embrace　the　situation　as　an　unparalleled　opportunity　to　enhance　his　own　power；　but　the　Archmage　saw　deeper。　The　city　had　experienced　too　many　shocks　and　setbacks　in　recent　years。　Another　upheaval　could　cripple　or　even　destroy　it；　and　he　didn't　fancy　life　in　a　Menzoberranzan　that　was　merely　a　broken　mockery　of　its　former　glory。　Nor　did　he　see　himself　as　a　homeless　wanderer　begging　sanctuary　and　employment　from　the　indiffernotent　rulers　of　some　foreign　realm。　He　had　resolved　to　correct　the　current　problem；　not　exploit　it。
Except　I　am　about　to　exploit　it　in　at　least　a　limited　way；　aren't　I？　He　thought。　Give　in　to　temptation　and　seize　the　advantage；　even　if　so　doing　further　destabilizes　the　already　precarious　status　quo。
Gromph　snorted　his　momentary　and　uncharacteristic　misgivings　away。　The　drow　were　children　of　chaos…of　paradox；　contradiction；　and　perhaps　even　perversity。　It　was　the　source　of　their　strength。　So　yes；　curse　it；　why　not　walk　in　two　opposite　directions　at　the　same　time？　When　would　he　get　annotother　chance　to　so　alter　his　circumstances？
He　moved　to　one　of　the　plex　pentacles　inlaid　in　gold　on　the　marble　floor　and　traced　the　tip　of　the　black　staff　along　its　curves　and　angles；　sealnoting　it。　That　done；　he　swept　the　athame　in　ritual　passes　and　chanted　a　rhyme　that　returned　to　its　own　beginning　like　a　serpent　swallowing　its　tail。　The　cloying　sweetness　of　black　lotus　hung　in　the　air；　and　he　could　feel　the　narcotic　vapors　lifting　his　consciousness　into　a　state　of　almost　painful　connotcentration　and　lucidity。
He　lost　all　track　of　time；　had　no　idea　whether　he'd　been　reciting　for　ten　minutes　or　an　hour；　but　the　moment　finally　came　when　he'd　recited　long　enough。　The　nether　spirit　Beradax　appeared　in　the　center　of　the　pentacle；　seeming　to　jerk　up　out　of　the　floor　like　a　fish　at　the　end　of　an　angler's　line。
His　centuries　of　wizardry　had　rendered　Gromph　about　as　indifferent　to　ugliness　and　grotesquerie　as　a　member　of　his　callous　race　could　get；　yet　even　he　found　Beradax　an　unpleasant　spectacle。　The　creature　wore　the　apnotproximate　shape　of　a　dark　elf　female　or　perhaps　a　human　woman；　but　her　body　was　made　of　soft；　wet；　glistening　eyeballs　adhering　together。　About　half　of　them　had　the　crimson　irises　characteristic　of　the　drow；　while　the　rest　were　blue；　brown；　green；　gray…a　miscellany　of　the　colors　monly　found　in　lesser　races。
Her　body　flowing；　her　shape　warping；　Beradax　flung　herself　at　her　summoner。　Fortunately；　she　couldn't　pass　beyond　the　edge　of　the　pentacle。　She　slammed　into　an　unseen　barrier　with　a　wet；　slapping　sound；　then　renotbounded。
Undeterred；　she　lunged　a　second　time　with　the　same　lack　of　success。　Her　resentment　and　malice　infinite；　she　would　spring　a　million　times　if　left　to　her　own　devices。　Gromph　had　caught　her；　trapped　her；　but　something　more　was　needed　if　they　were　to　converse。　He　shoved　the　ritual　dagger　into　his　belly。
Beradax　reeled。　The　eyeballs　prising　her　own　stomach　churned　and　shuddered。　A　few　fell　away　from　the　central　mass　to　fade　and　vanish　in　the　air。
''Kill　you！〃　she　screamed；　her　shrill　voice　unnaturally　loud；　her　gaping　mouth　affording　a　shadowy　glimpse　of　the　eyeball　bumps　lining　the　intenotrior。　〃I'll　kill　you；