Simple Pleasures
[After a few informative but not really painful encounters with the ghosts (hey, who knew hitting a skeleton with a blade wouldn't do much?), Xykon had figured out the basic pattern. He stands in the midst of the storm, watching as lightning crashes to the ground around him and ghosts coalesce in the wake of each.]
[Kinda easy not to make too much noise when you're dead.]
[As the numbers begin to grow, the lich lifts a finger and points at a cluster of them.]
Magic Missile.
[Five globes of force shoot from his extended finger, each of them striking a different ghost. In a flash the remaining figures materialize fully, turning to charge at the lich -- but by the time they do, he's taken to the air, floating above them as they all furiously crowd around each other, stretching out their scythes to try to catch him.]
[Xykon, meanwhile, is laughing.]
[Kinda easy not to make too much noise when you're dead.]
[As the numbers begin to grow, the lich lifts a finger and points at a cluster of them.]
Magic Missile.
[Five globes of force shoot from his extended finger, each of them striking a different ghost. In a flash the remaining figures materialize fully, turning to charge at the lich -- but by the time they do, he's taken to the air, floating above them as they all furiously crowd around each other, stretching out their scythes to try to catch him.]
[Xykon, meanwhile, is laughing.]