The group watches in anticipation as the mage begins the ritual, their hands gripping their weapons. Speer held the head of his blue orbed hatpin with his two hands, his face pale as a ghost as sweat dripped from his forehead and soaked into the grey jacket he wore, the archer, standing up on a bench press armed with a crossbow aimed at the runes drawn in white chock ready to fire the poison-coated bolt at whatever would come out. The knight held his bottle cap shield up in front of his body whi