change shapethe spell that had allowed Prath to take his form and him to take that of the shadowwould expire. He would no longer be incorporeal. Prath would no longer look like Gromph.
At that point, Yasraena would surely recognize the deception, assume that Gromph was within the complex, and muster all of the resources at her disposal to find him.
He put that possibility out of his mind and focused on the next defense, a spell trap that would imprison him in a cage of force if he attempted to bypass the ward's outer border. The forcecage could hold him even in incorporeal form.
Just as he prepared to dispel it, he noticed a subtle twist to the ward.
It was not one ward but two, the second cleverly masked by the first.
The hidden ward would be triggered by dispelling the first and held a latent spell that caused a few moments of agonizing pain before stopping the target's heart.
Gromph admonished himself for his carelessness. He was mentally exhausted, and fatigue was making him sloppy. He had almost made a fatal mistake.
He took a moment to refocus before dispelling the wards in the proper sequence. As he passed through the area, the master ward reactivated them both behind him.
Gromph continued on.
The temple doors, themselves heavily warded, stood tantalizing near. He moved rapidly through the two wards that stood between him and the temple as Dyrr soldiers hurried past.
Constructed of finished stone, the temple sported a domed ceiling and a stone-flagged portico with a colonnade. A pair of open bronze double doors, darkened with age and inlaid with electrum spider motifs and prayers to Lolth, opened onto the nave.
Within, Gromph could see stone benches lining either side of the center aisle, which led up to the apse and the altar. He could not quite make out the golem, though he knew it to be positioned behind the altar. The temple appeared unoccupied. The House was too busy defending itself to spend time in worship.
Several powerful wards and spell traps shielded the doors. The master ward twisted through all of them and extended into the temple, straight up the center aisle, presumably right into the spider golem. Gromph floated before the lines of power and cast several spells that enabled him to analyze the wards' natures. He removed one of his divining wands and stared through its tipwhile he cast.
He saw that the wards on the doors were heavily intertwined, heavily interdependent. He was not sure he could unravel them.
Frustration made his pulse pound. He tried to calm himself, but then he sensed something behind him and turned around.
A drow female, Yasraena's daughter Larikal, walked toward the open doors of the temple. Her mesh armor hid her overlarge frame. A large mace hung from her belt. Her bland, unattractive face wore an angry scowl.
A balding, portly male walked beside her, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his black robeGeremis, Gromph remembered, and thought that he looked much like Nauzhror.
Both Larikal and the wizard glowed various hues in Gromph's sight. Personal protective spells sheathed both of them. Magical trinkets and weapons adorned each. Gromph read their lips as they walked.
"I will not tolerate your failure much longer, male," Larikal said.
Like all drow males, Geremis had the good sense to accept the admonishment without comment.
"The phylactery is within the fortress," the priestess continued. "You and your undermages must find it within the hour. Or the next time you enter this temple with me, it will be as a sacrifice to Lolth." "Yes, Mistress Larikal," Geremis replied.
Larikal and the mage walked right through Gromph's incorporeal formit felt to Gromph as though a breeze passed through himand stepped through the temple's open doorway. The wards on the doors shimmered at their passage, briefly encapsulating each in crimson light as they walked across the threshold. Neither had spoken a command word or made any sign so Gromph reasoned that the wards must be attuned to something they wore or perhaps to their very bodies.
Just beyond the doorway, Geremis stopped. He turned, a curious look on his round face, and looked back at the space Gromph occupied.
Gromph cursed and froze. Fearing that the mage had sensed him somehow, he prepared a spell that would immolate Geremis, assuming it could get through the mage's personal wards.
Gromph relaxed when Geremis turned away and hurried up the center aisle after the Dyrr daughter.
Gromph shifted his position so that he could better see within the temple.
The priestess walked up the aisle, crossed into the