Fezir saw the arrow buried in his chest…and as the momentary glimpse into the future faded, he had just enough time to duck and shout ‘AMBUSH!’ as that same arrow flew from the shadows, narrowly missing him by just a few inches.

Twyla swooped down from above, her griffon descending like a bird of prey. As Twyla slashed with her scimitar, her griffon lashed out with beak and claws. As quickly as they had arrived, they were gone, leaving behind a path of corpses in their wake…

Zulo called upon the spirit of the wind dragon as he deftly weaved through the volley of arrows. Lightning crackled around him as he leapt atop the wall, scattering the archers with a flurry of blows, and clearing the way for the rest of his party.

As Ascari surveyed the destruction of his village, lightning crackled around his clenched fists, and a dark cloud gathered overhead. He would find the people who had done this, and show them the true power of the storm.

Seeing her allies outnumbered and surrounded, Traya felt her rage growing as she sprinted toward the ravine. She leapt the 15 foot gap, landing amidst her foes and unleashing a mighty roar, as she began cutting them down one by one.

Anika gripped the token in her hand, drawing strength from its memories, as her corporeal form faded to a translucent gray. She knew the man who had killed her was on the other side of the wall, and she looked forward to returning the favor, as she stepped through the bricks, eyes glowing a vengeful blue…

Leaving a trail of bodies in her wake, Zenya arrived at the vault. She summoned her divine symbol, willing it to take the familiar shape of her thieves’ tools. When the lock clicked a minute later, she smiled, muttering a quick prayer of thanks to her goddess as she drew her dagger, and crept into the darkness beyond.

Marduk held aloft his warhammer, shouting a prayer to his god. The weapon burst alight with the radiance of the rising sun, shining in the darkness like a beacon amidst the undead horde. The paladin roared in defiance at the undead, now recoiling from him, ‘Feel now, the wrath of the LIGHT!”

Surrounded by enemies on all sides, Meera took out her lucky coin. She flipped it in the air, calling upon the chaotic magic that always seemed to get her out of these situations, and as her enemies became entranced by its glint, she pulled out her rapier and charged into their midst, a smile on her face.

Aimil gritted her teeth as the all-too-common insult rang in her ears. “Let it go,” muttered her companion, Kamdoth. Before he could stop her, she charged at the boisterous drunks with a sudden swiftness, trampling one beneath her powerful hooves, nearly impaling another with her silver-tipped horns, and sending the third flying across the room. As the dust settled, she looked around the bar and asked, “Is there anyone else here who would care to call me a ‘cow-person’?”