The last thing she remembers is seeing her friends die.
Eldritch and forgotten arcana wait within its vaults. Twisted accidents of magic prowl its halls. Sinister forces lure the unsuspecting deeper into death or madness. Its victims don’t remember how they got there. No one remembers how to get out.
Now it’s her turn.
The dangers of the Delve aren’t meant to keep anyone out.
Deep below the unsuspecting streets of Amn lies a forgotten lair. Ghosts haunt its twisted passages. Old magic courses through its ancient stone. And lethal traps fashioned with sadistic creativity hide within every shadowed nook.
They’re meant to keep something in.
by Bruce R. Cordell
"Nightmares of the traitor's escape haunt her . . . nightmares that have become reality."
Guarded by fell magic, deep within the heart of Stardeep, death and madness sleep. Defending this heart are warriors who kill rather than question intruders. The only way in is with a key -- a key that falls into unknowing hands, pulling danger in its wake.
by Rosemary Jones
Alone in the dark, trapped underground, the water is rising.
There is no going back.
The city is built on its own ruins. Monsters stalk its long-collapsed corridors, hungry for fresh meat. Artifacts from a forgotten age lie in wait, corrupting all they touch. Water rising from the depths steals all hope of survival.
