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diving in a controlled manner。
Gromph was mildly impressed。 A venom bolt would kill most creatures； certainly most of the petty vermin one encountered in the empty places between the worlds。
Manipulating an empty cocoon； he cast another spell。 The beast's body crumpled and folded into itself； and for a heartbeat； it was a helpnotlessly tumbling mouse…then it swelled and rippled back into its natural form。
All right； thought Gromph； then I'll cut you up。
He prepared to conjure a hail of blades； but at that moment； the creanotture accelerated。
Gromph had no idea the creature could descend any faster than it had hitherto； and he wasn't prepared for the sudden burst of speed。 The creature closed the distance between them in an instant； until it was hovering right in his face。
It had the melted or unfinished look mon to many such beings。 Rows of blank little eyes and a writhing proboscis sat off center in its bump of a head； only vaguely differentiated from its rubbery blob of a body。 The monster possessed no wings； but it was flying…the goddess only knew how。 Its legs were the most articulate part of it。 Ten thin； segnotmented members terminated in barbed hooks； which lashed at Gromph again and again and again。
As he expected； the frenzied scratching failed to harm him。 The ennotchantments woven into Gromph's piwafwi…not to mention a ring and an amulet…armored him at least as well as a suit of plate。 Still； it irked him that he had allowed the beast to get so close； and he felt more irritated still when he noticed that the creature's exertions were flinging tiny smoking droplets of his own conjured acid onto his person。
He growled a final spell and snatched hold of the malodorous predator； seizing handfuls of the blubber on its torso。 Instantly the magic began its work。 Strength and vitality flowed into him； and he cried out at the shocknoting pleasure of it。
He was drinking his adversary's very life； much as a vampire might have done。 The flying creature buzzed； thrashed； and became still。 It withered； cracked； and rotted in his grasp。 Finally； when he was certain he'd sucked out every vestige of life； he shoved it away。
Focusing his will； he arrested his fall and drifted upward again。 After a few minutes； he spied the opening at the top of the shaft。 He floated through； grabbed a convenient handrail； pulled himself over onto the floor of the workroom； then allowed his weight to return。 His vestments rustled as they settled around him。
The large circular chamber was in most respects a part of the tower of Sorcere…the school of wizardry over which the Archmage presided…but Gromph was reasonably certain that none of the masters of Sorcere susnotpected its existence； accustomed to secret and magical architecture though they were。 The place； lit by everlasting candles like the office below； was well nigh undetectable； even unguessable； because its tenant had set it a little apart from normal space and conventional time。 In some subtle renotspects it existed in the distant past； in the days of Menzoberranzan the Kinless； founder of the city； and in another way； in the remote and unknowable future。 Yet on the level of gross mortal existence； it sat firmly in the presnotent； and Gromph could work his most clandestine magic there secure in the knowledge that it would affect the Menzoberranzan of today。 It was a neat trick； and sometimes he almost regretted killing the seven prisoners； master mages all； who had helped him build the place in exchange； they imagined； for their freedom。 They had been genuine artists； but there 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