A fiery scene in the embassy basement: several bullywug frog warriors struggle as Sundr’s radiant sphere ricochets between them, caught in a sticky web. The glowing orb leaves trails of golden light as it bounces like magical flubber. One frog is mid-scream, another tangled upside down. In the background, a wall of fire blocks the corridor.
Visual themes: radiant magic, chaotic combat, magical webbing, amphibian panic
Boris the Harengon grins mischievously as he proudly dons the stolen sage frog’s oversized, wide-brimmed hat. He stands confidently amid the embattled basement, the hat comically large for his frame. Around him, stunned frogs and freed prisoners glance his way. His heavy crossbow is slung over one shoulder, and a bloody map flutters nearby.
From a torn painting of a noble’s bedchamber, the winter-cloaked form of Vizarian steps forward—his rainbow-glowing black blade half-sword, half-bow. His elven features are stern and cruel, hair trailing frost. Blood urns churn behind him, one already cracking. The Concord jewel floats just behind, its containment weakening.
A crystalline shuttle erupts through the ballroom ceiling in a burst of light, carrying the party and nine rescued prisoners. Stone and blood-red banners fly as the vessel rises, powered by fractured blood magic. Kiet steers, Sundr guards the rear, Boris waves with the frog hat, and Haru holds onto a glowing rune control panel.