Should Have Read the Manual

The shadow curse was not doing it for Astarion. First the Underdark, then just as he'd expected precious daylight again... this.

Ahead of him, the others huddled around their single torch. If only they hadn't sold off the half dozen or so they'd collected, but at least they'd gotten new armor out of it... he paused.

It was not unusual for magical armor to be rigged to allow their wearers access to spells. Astarion prodded its aura with his mind - oh! Just the thing.

Shadowheart barely managed a frantic "no" before the sunbeam hit the entire party in the face.