Kilpi watched the poachers from the shallows, only her eyes visible above the water. They pushed out on their rowboat, but she would make sure they never made it back to their ship…

As the poison dart buried itself in Ayo’s throat, his vision snapped suddenly back to the present, hand reaching out for the door. He withdrew his hand and called back to his companion, “You might want to check this one for traps.”

Gaelin appeared from the mist and fell into the rage-fueled rhythms of the mist dance, his axes becoming deadly extensions of himself…

As the ogre charged towards him, Azad watched carefully, blades at the ready, measuring every step, waiting for the exact right moment to strike…

Zanna saw an opening in the enemy’s formation, and as she changed the tempo of her drumbeat, her allies took the cue and quickly moved to take advantage of the momentary weakness…

Garsh was like a storm on the battlefield, his warhammer crackling with lightning, and each blow he struck landed with the power of a mighty thunderclap.

Loch felt the sun beating down upon him, but its heat paled in comparison to the magma-fueled forges of his home. He watched the distant bandits, and tightened his grip on his warhammer. He and the rest of his clan would ensure they wouldn’t be leaving the desert that day…

Edwin cursed as he lost another soldier to blood loss. He looked up and saw the battle turning in the enemies’ favor. Taking up the banner of the fallen soldier, he let out a rallying cry, charging at the enemy line, inspiring his allies with a renewed sense of vigor, and more importantly…hope.