文档介绍：Legacy
R. A. Salvatore
Book 1 of the Legacy of the Drow series
Prelude
The rogue Dinin made his way carefully through the dark avenues of
Menzoberranzan, the city of drow. A renegade, with no family to call his own for nearly
twenty years, the seasoned fighter knew well the perils of the city, and knew how to
avoid them. He passed an pound along the two mile-long cavern's western
wall and could not help but pause and stare. Twin stalagmite mounds supported a blasted
fence around the whole of the place, and two sets of broken doors, one on the ground and
one beyond a balcony twenty feet up the wall, hung open awkwardly on twisted and
scorched hinges. How many times had Dinin levitated up to that balcony, entering the
private quarters of the nobles of his house, House Do'Urden?
House Do'Urden. It was forbidden even to speak the name in the drow city. Once,
Dinin's family had been the eighth-ranked among the sixty or so drow families in
Menzoberranzan; his mother had sat on the ruling council; and he, Dinin, had been a
Master at Melee-Magthere, the School of Fighters, at the famed drow Academy.
Standing before pound, it seemed to Dinin as if the place were a thousand
years removed from that time of glory. His family was no more, his house lay in ruins,
and Dinin had been forced to take up with Bregan D'aerthe, an infamous mercenary band,
simply to survive.
"Once," the rogue drow mouthed quietly. He shook his slender shoulders and pulled
his concealing piwafwi cloak around him, remembering how vulnerable a houseless drow
could be. A quick glance toward the center of the cavern, toward the pillar that was
Narbondel, showed him that the hour was late. At the break of each day, the Arch-mage
of Menzoberranzan went out to Narbondel and infused the pillar with a magical, lingering
heat that would work its way up, then back down. To sensitive drow eyes, which could
look into the infrared spectrum, t