Disclaimer:This is a BTVS/ Wizards of the Coast Crossover. The Wizards Book for this chapter and probably for the next two depending on the plot bunny's nag factor will be Magic of Incarnum.
A/N: This will probably cover all three classes in the Magic of Incarnum. Sequels will most likely focus on other books from Wizards of the Coast. I will be taking requests.
Xander was angry at the troll, not just for disrupting his Halloween on a short notice; but for forcing him to spend his hard-earned money on a costume to lead kids around. Heck there were even guidelines! Seriously, he was not supposed to dress up as anything from violent or from television!
Unable to go as the soldier because of the restrictions, he moved further back into Ethan's grumbling about not being able to carry a cool sword. A wizard's costume was out of his price range and the monk's outfit demanded all these accessories that brought it out of his budget.
He was so busy looking for a costume that he failed to notice a box of odds and ends before tripping over it. The store owner helped him up and tried to help him find a costume, within the restrictions.
“Well, I'll give you a good deal on these props, because you tripped over them. How much do you have?” Ethan said.
“Two dollars.” Xander said.
“Very well, done young man take these props and have a great Halloween.” Ethan said, all the while thinking “Great Janus, he'll either have the perfect costume or the worst of the party. It'll be great fun!”
Ethan finished ringing up the purchase and felt a chill creep up his spine. He paid it no heed and moved on to the next sucker.
Xander got home and laid the box on his bed before dumping it out. The red gauntlets would go with the mallets and the green wig to make him a rocking drummer. The blue stake which happened to be wood would do great if any undead came out hoping to get a free meal.
Much later in the evening
Alcarin sat up from his spot on the ground. Several of his soulmelds were unshaped or replaced by necrocarnum versions. This settlement pulsed with necrocarnum, and a strange feeling permeated the air.
He unshaped the soulmeld on his brow and shaped mage's spectacles in their place.
He stared at the arcane sludge that seemed to be flowing here, it ran in a stream. So he unshaped the bloodwar gauntlets and shaped in their place a blue war hammer.
Alcarin started following the stream against the current, along the way he sent a werewolf running and stopped a pirate, in a way that gave him satisfaction when he sent the pirate crumpling against the wall.
The stream ended at a shop, as he was to do in civilized lands; when he was expecting trouble he transferred essentia out of his weapon leaving it empty and invisible. Knocking on the door, no wards were activated so he opened the door. His spectacles saw a strand leading to a back room which he followed, placing a point of essentia into his weapon. He opened the door slowly with his hammer and saw a strange sight. A wizard was bowing in front of a divine artifact giving it power. Apparently, this artifact was the source of the manifestation in this town. Investing all of his essentia into his weapon he smashed the artifact.
He might have expected the disorientation, after all it was a relic of a faith, but Alcarin never expected to be ripped from his body and all his soulmelds unshaped.
A/N: so there ends the incarnate or does it? Review and tell me if you want me to continue this, continue on with the other classes or move on to the next book.