Adrian: Baldur's Gate

Viconia and Xzar stiffened. Through the magical mist, and their own experiences with the dead, they suddenly knew the story of the skeleton in front of them....

...his name was Icharyd. He had been hired by the school to help defend it, as the enemy mages would no doubt also deploy their own troops. He had been a good warrior; not the greatest, but a good one. He had been slain by a spell of withering rot, that had eaten all his flesh away, and combined with the mist of the battles, turned him into this...thing. Now he lived to kill, for every time he killed an adventurer, he gained life for a time, and was able to walk again amongst the people with flesh on his bones. But it always faded, and killing away from the ruins and the mist would not sustain the flesh, so he always had to come back here....

Kagain charged him. But his glowing eyes erupted into energy, bolts of pure power that struck Kagain and knocked him down.

Adrian met him, sword against sword. Viconia tried to turn him, but found her abilities blocked by the mist, so she too waded in with her hammer. Safana's sling bullets flew through the air, peppering Icharyd and knocking his helm off. Icharyd blocked Adrian's strikes, but not Viconia's hammer. Eventually, Kagain got up and decapitated him with a single stroke of his axe.

Ichharyd fell, and his spirit greatfully departed from it's prison.

Adrian cocked his head, listening to what his armor was telling him. "Everyone back," he said. "I'm going to try something."

"Magic works unpredictably in these circumstances," Edwin warned.

"I'm counting on that," Adrian replied. He leaned back and clenched his fist, summong the power of his storm armor.

Instead of a long arcing bolt of lightning as usual, a single little ball of elecricity flew from the emerald. At a distance of about thirty feet, it detonated in a white flash.

Every undead in the area dropped dead instantly. There were howling yips heard, as several kobolds ran away, their singed flesh smoking.

"Ball lightning," Edwin marveled.

"Let's find the entrance," said Adrian.

The dark monk help up a small, glowing crystal in his hand. It pointed in the general direction of Adrian, and as they grew nearer, it would shine brighter.

"That way," he hissed to his Draconian ally, who was hooded and cloaked so as not to be known.

They set off down the cobbled Coast Way from the city of Baldur's Gate....