In the warmth of the rebel cellar, the party shows Hitch the stolen map. He squints and taps his fingers thoughtfully, referencing coded marks with shaking hands. Papers and stolen documents scatter the table. A lantern glows dimly. One of Edid’s birds watches him from a rafter. A sense of urgency hangs in the air.
In a raging blizzard, the party advances cautiously through knee-deep snow toward the Burgomeister’s house. Visibility is barely ten feet. Kiet is ambushed by a shadow creature emerging from the storm, its black tendrils snaking toward his feet. Behind him, the rest of the party hides behind a summoned mammoth, barely visible in the swirling snow.
In a snowy forest, a blue-skinned winter elf casts a massive wind spell from atop a distant rock wall. Below, Boris the harengon fires a crossbow, and Sundr the aasimar sorcerer casts Insect Plague—green spectral insects swirl through the storm. Blizzard winds whip between them as magic collides across 80 feet of snow.
Edit collapses in the snow, her strength drained to nothing. As she falls, her shadow detaches, lifting from the ground as a corrupted spirit with glowing eyes. Her three soul-birds spiral in distress above her. The rest of the party is mid-battle, too far to intervene.