:: She slips away by the light of the full moon into the night. ::

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:: She pulls a sealed goblet from her pack (a clandestine gift from someone dear. You see, she’s been learning too.)

In the shadows, she tears the seal off. Vermin spill forth, bugs and rodents. Eat the stores, spread disease. This will weaken the enemy. In a few days, her allies will act. ::

:: Magic isn't her strength, but she'll find the holes in the armor.

The soldiers search the tower. The prince and princess of wands read the Oracle's books. She watches the Queen of Wands try to interpret complicated divinations.

She studies the King’s conjured defenses. She watches and waits.::

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:: The princess of violence skulks in the shadows, hand on her dagger. She could spring now and remove a piece from the board. Avenge her brother.

But if she was lucky, it would be just one. And she's got a lot to risk. A bad trade. ::

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:: From her shadow, the steely princess attunes her sharpness, both eyes and mind. These are important clues these careless scholars are exposing.

Now it's clear she'll need to survive this incursion so she can get them out to others in her alliance. ::

:: Behind the matchstick of wisdom, stepping exactly as she does is a hunter, a stalker, a whisper on the wind. She keeps to the shadows.

An eye for an eye. She is here for revenge. Nothing more, nothing less. ::

:: The Princess of Swords rushes forward to her fallen brother, grabbing his hand as the life slips from his eyes. ::

What have you done?

:: She glares at the Prince of Wands. ::

What. Have. You. Done.

Marius, stay out of this. I can fight my own battles.

:: She turns a broad, stern façade toward her cousin, the Prince of Wands like hefting a shield between them. ::

Cousin, I’ll ask you this – how can we keep strong if we are weak from heartache?

::The Princess of Swords pushes a strand of hair from the face of the Princess of Pentacles and lifts her chin to looks in her eyes.::

Soon, Elodie. I promise I’ll see you again soon. I will fight for your hand even if it’s against the old oaths.

I think of you daily. It hurts to be away. But our families have sacred duties, and we’re honor bound.