Vance's Dying Earth, Reference Notes - Pg#5-6

(After-World) - [PLC]
"Have I been brought high, low, into pre-existence or into the After-World?"
Pg#6


(Call of the Violent Cloud) - [SPL]
... uttered the Call of the Violent Cloud.

All was quiet; then came a whisper of movement swelling to the roar of great winds. A wisp of white appeared and waxed to a pillar of boiling black smoke. A voice deep and harsh issued from the turbulence.

"At your disturbing power is this instrument come; whence will you go?"

"Four directions, then one," said Turjan. "alive must I be brought to Embelyon."

The cloud whirled down; far up and away he was snatched, flung head over heels into incalculable distance. Four directions was he thrust, then one, and at least a great blow hurled hom from the cloud, sprawled him into Embelyon.
Pg#5


(Embelyon) The Land None Knows Where - [PLC]
He stood on the bank of a limpid pool. Blue flowers grew about his ankles and at his back reared a grove of tall blue-green trees, the leaves blurring on high into mist. Was Embelyon of Earth? The trees were earth-like, the flowers were of familiar form, the air was of the same texture... but there was an odd lack to this land and it was difficult to determine. Perhaps it came of the horizon's curious vagueness. perhaps from the blurring quality of the air, lucent and uncertain as water. Most strange, however, was the sky, a mesh of vast ripples and cross-ripples, and these refracted a thousand shafts of colored light, rays which in mid-air wove wondrous laces, rainbow nets, in all the jewel hues. So as Turjan watched, there swept over him beams of claret, topaz, rich violet, radiant green. He now perceived that the colors of the flowers and the trees were but fleeting functions of the sky, for now the flowers were of salmon tint, and the trees a dreaming purple. The flowers deepened to copper, then with a suffusion of crimson, warmed through maroon to scarlet, and the trees had become sea-blue.
Pg#5

He looked toward the horizon and thought to see a black curtain rising high into the murk, and this curtain encircled the land in all directions.
Pg#6


(Excellent Prismatic Spray) - [SPL]
...Spells of general application.
Pg#5


(Laccodel's Rune) - [SPL]
...fitted the amulet holding Laccodel's Rune to his wrist.
Pg#5


(Pandelume) - [NPC]
Name Mentioned
Pg#6

(Phandaal's Mantle of Stealth) - [SPL]
...Spells of general application.
Pg#5


(Sage) - [NPC]
These were volumes compiled by many wizards of the past and collected by the Sage...

Turjan found a musty portfolio, turned the heavy pages to the spell the sage had shown him, the Call of the Violent Cloud...
Pg#5


(Spell of the Slow Hour) - [SPL]
...Spells of general application.
Pg#5


(T'Sais) - [NPC][MON]
Pandelume's creation
The sound of galloping hooves approached. He turned to find a black horse lunging break-neck along the bank of the pool. The rider was a young woman with black hair streaming wildly. She wore loose white breeches to the knee and a yellow cape flapping in the wind. One hand clutched the reins, the other flourished a sword.

Turjan warily stepped aside for her moth was tight as if in anger, and her eyes glowed with a peculiar frenzy...

She fought with a crazy violence...

***
"Do as you please," the girl gasped. "Life and death are brothers."

"Why do you seek to harm me?" demanded Turjan. "I have given you no offense."

"You are evil, like all existence." Emotion ground the delicate fibers of her throat. "If power were mine, I would crush the universe to bloody gravel, and stamp it into the ultimate muck."
Pg#6