Round 10 Transcript

Jeane raises her hands, a faint blue glow coalescing into a shimmering field that sweeps the cracked asphalt ahead. The air shivers as the spell scans, and a low hum erupts from the ground. A concealed spike trap, half‑buried in the dust, flickers into view—a thin, razor‑sharp bar poised to spring. The spell’s energy sears the metal, melting the spring mechanism; the spikes retract silently, leaving only a shallow gouge in the road. The path ahead is now clear of that threat.

Jeane steps closer to Sister Hale, her gaze fixed on the intricate carving that adorns the cleric’s staff—a symbol she recognizes as belonging to an obscure order of healers and minor miracle-workers. She runs a gloved finger along its edge, feeling the worn metal underneath decades of polish and prayer. "Sister Hale," she begins, her voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent of command, "your faith has brought us far. Now is the time to show the people what you can do—as promised." Jeane's eyes flicker towards the ruined buildings that loom over them like skeletal giants. "Draw that symbol and invoke whatever blessing your order provides. We need visible signs of celestial favor if we are to convince anyone that this desolate place deserves a second chance."