Rath and Storm (Magic the Gathering Anthology)
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A collection of powerful magical artifacts is the only defense against the forces of evil that are arrayed against Dominaria. Gerrard, the heir to the Legacy, together with Sisay, captain of the flying ship Weatherlight, has sought out many parts of the Legacy.
Sisay has been kidnapped by Volrath, ruler of the plane ofRath. Gerrard stands at a crossroads. His companion is in danger, the Legacy may be lost forever. Only he -- with the loyal crew of the Weatherlight -- can rescue Sisay and recover the Legacy.
above, a feminine voice said, "Leave it to the lady to show some sign of manners. As for you, Gerrard, if you draw one of those knives you won't live long enough to regret it." Looking up, Gerrard let his hands drop to his sides. "Mirri?" Something moved in the trees. I glimpsed golden fur dappled with black spots. The cat warrior dropped to the ground almost silently to stand alongside the druid. Her tail twitched from side to side. "Tahngarth," she said, "when an elf in Llanowar tells you
too. But now Volrath knew he was coming. His daughter might be the price for escape. Could Starke pay it? Turning against him meant turning against them, and their fury at betrayal would be immense. He moaned at the impossible choice, but he knew which way he would decide in the end. Starke chose. Here ends the Tale of Starke A Dark Room "So what happened to Ertai at the portal while the others were traveling to the Stronghold? Did he just wait there for them?" "No, not precisely." The
in Vuel's estrangement from the sidar; heir to a much-coveted magical treasure that Vuel had even now pillaged Gerrard was caught squarely between the peaceful grandeur of his stepfather's lands and the violent revolution his stepbrother was fomenting. The effect of Vuel's betrayal of the tribe had been to make Gerrard seem younger than he was, as if he sought to bury the memory of his once blood brother by reverting to the simpler days of childhood. Karn told himself that this stage couldn't
already in motion, sword arcing up to intersect the angel's downward sweep. Unable to get through the defense, the angel changed targets. Her blade ran with the reflected colors of Rath's skies as it sliced sideways. Mirri screamed as the blade connected. The cat warrior dropped her sword and fell to the bridge, hands pressed against a deep wound across the abdomen, from hipbone to hipbone. The angel fluttered back from the bridge, then ducked in again to kill Mirri. But Crovax's sword stopped
not stop thinking about Sisay and Weatherlight. What did she want? It had been a long time since he'd leveled his accusations at her and walked off the ship, but a stirring in him made him wonder if maybe it had been too long. The old, familiar anger clenched in his belly-the things she had known about his past that he didn't, the things she hadn't told him until one of their own lay dying, the high-handed self-righteousness with which she had detailed his destiny to him, lecturing him about