Adrian: Baldur's Gate

Yellow Eyes.

The memory of the man with the yellow eyes in the golden armor would be something that would haunt Adrian for a very long time, even after he eventually found out who the man was. The eyes were chilling, yet also somehow familiar.

Then came an acid arrow flying out of the dark, scratching across his face, scarring his cheek for the rest of his life.

"Run child," Gorion said. "Get out of here!"

Adrian was no coward. He wanted to fight, to kill. But he didn't want to die. And he could see that in this fight he would be simply extraneous; either his foster father, a mighty mage in his time, could take down these foes, or not. Either way, any attack by himself would be pointless.

So he left his own crossbow sheathed on his back and turned and ran, his chainmail armor chinking heavily.

Behind him, he could hear the heavy tread of the armored figure's feet as he closed in on his father. One by one the enemy's allies fell, save the Kara-Turan woman who had wounded him, and she was somewhat dazed.

When he had reached the shadow of the trees, he looked back.

Gorion was blasting the figure with wave after wave of magic missiles, and they were certainly hurting him, but not enough. Finally, staggering forward, grunting with each magical blast, the figure got close enough, raised that golden sword, and struck.

Gorion fell in two bloody halves.

"NO!!" Adrian screamed, and as the figure turned towards him, opened his mouth and roared in rage and fury. The entire forest seemed to shake with that roar. The armored figure swayed on his feet, and the woman with him fell off hers entirely.

The figure was still staring at him with disbelief in his wide yellow eyes, when Adrian turned and bolted into the darkness.

"Our father's blood runs true in your veins," Sarevok whispered, to no one in particular.

Tamoko came limping up to him. "What was that?"

Sarevok's voice was full of a grim respect. "He tapped into our father's fury and vented it at me. It was impressive."

"Shall we go after him?"

"Of course. But I think it safe to say, after that display, that we will not find him. No, he is worthy of our dark heritage. He will elude us this night. We'll have to set every bounty hunter on the Sword Coast after him."

"So do we search or not?" she asked.

"Oh yes, for all the good it will do." And they moved on into the forest, seeking Adrian.

But Sarevok was right; they did not find him.