As Ael’wyn parried aside another thrust of the blade, she saw the weaves of the wyrd in her mind’s eye, and fought with renewed vigor, knowing today was not the day she would die…

Sefina dipped her finger into the blood, finding it still warm to the touch, and knew that her prey couldn’t be far. The clan would eat well tonight…

Kylin placed a hand on the gnarled tree, eyes closed, as she expanded her awareness through the forest. She sensed five of them, about a mile north. Soon, her hunt would be at an end.

As the invisibility took hold, Maya’s foe looked around in confusion. Without missing a beat, she drew back her bowstring, imbued the arrow with a surge of magic, and sent it straight through the man’s heart.

Ziad held aloft the gem, which absorbed the acid arrow just as it was about to strike him. Seeing his opponent's eyes go wide, he gripped the now brightly glowing gem, and extracted that same essence to fuel his next spell. “My turn.”

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…