Spectacle Unleashed
I pull back the bowstring like a circus master pulling back the curtain. What flies forth...
I pull back the bowstring like a circus master pulling back the curtain. What flies forth...
The battlefield is my circus: my bow bends like a contortionist and launches my arrow...
Like a juggler at the fair, my hands move in complex spirals—too fast to track, too...
As squat, wide, and heavy as mountain stone, one wouldn't expect dwarves to excel in...
She holds her hands clasped in front of her, one hip dropped casually to the side. With a...
“Spell-weavers,” she says, her speech morphing into a language you can comprehend....
The Cape of Archambault hangs heavily in your hands, the faded orange blending in with...
The item slides easily over your hands as you inspect it—too easily, as if it means to...
[Success] With a few taps of your focus against the ground, latent magic flares...
The avatar made of motes—a goddess made of tiny burning stars—kneels down, sending a...