There he was. Uluran Mortis. In truth outside of an existential hate for him and his works serving his undead god I never personally hated him. But here he was carelessly holding my friend's life in his grubby mit. And in that moment I learned to hate him as much as I did Ferali Stormsworn. So I did the only thing I could. I rushed the old necromancer. His minion’s attacks bounced off my reworked armor.
As I ran I let the Power of Candor Flow into me and I grew. The old man thought my purpose was to attack him. He was sorely mistaken. With a deft movement I knocked the Ruinstone out of his hand and caught it. Then whirling around as I took a step back I tried to toss Zith the ruin stone but I hadn’t realized Ozus had summoned a shield spell. So the stone bounced off the shield , to Ezra’s helmet. Till it landed on the ground next to Zith. The ruinstone an object that had the power to damage the holy metatext was now in the hands of it’s true guardian. I spun Around and flourished Kalomos at all the enemies near me before I took the dagger and stabbed Uluran through the heart. I had done it. Almost single handedly I had defeated one of the three largest threats to the Sword Coast.
Then it appeared. Some sort of Demon. I was high off my victory and then…