The Underdark of Toril had probably never been this lively, apart from the wars waged by the Dark Elves.
Loud laughter mingled with the roar of voices and the neighing of all kinds of mounts.
A passage wide enough for a Primordial Dragon to travel through easily was wide enough for the Undead to ride horses. So they had no complaints about the distance. Most of them could use the time to do something else, like play mahjong or chess on their tablets.
The reporters were happily tallying up which games everyone was playing. Hill had little interest in the spring-outing atmosphere, but the Fairies watched without blinking, deeply disappointed that they weren't part of the procession.
Still, they knew there was no place for Fairies in the Underdark. If something went wrong while the Undead were fighting and they got left behind, crying wouldn't do them any good.
So they simply chattered about what kinds of traps would suit the passage. Even the Pixies, who were best at making people lose their way, couldn't resist joining in.
Hill summoned a book he hadn't read and began going through it at his leisure. Everything the Habel Family had sent him was commonplace Candlekeep fare, but the Great Library had temporarily cut off contact with the rest of Faerûn. Hill suspected that had something to do with the various ghostly guards hidden beneath it.
Undead Spirits were always useful when their Mage masters held an overwhelming advantage. But once a Mage's power waned, rebellion was the norm.
Candlekeep had stood on Faerûn for so many years because its Scroll Mages promptly handed control to the next Archmage as their magic slowly declined. Under the present circumstances, though, there was no one to take over.
Candlekeep was using all its strength to