text: The flame of the Spark is strong within you today, and your fingers itch with the desire to channel your magic.
  
  This is it... this is how it feels to have an adventure! If not for the seriousness of the situation, you would laugh with delight.
  > You will weave minor protective charms to support the guards.
  Earth is not your strongest element, but nevertheless you know of charms that prevent blows and knives to find their target.
  
  You climb up on the coach you rode in to get a better overview, and concentrate on channelling the energies out of the ground, and into the armor and bodies of the soldiers.
  A few twicht uncomfortably as you know they must feel a tingling sensation, but those you enchant this way react surprised when the wicked knives of the goblins glance of their armor and skin without leaving a scratch.
  
  The weaving of so many minor enchantments costs you a lot of concentration, and after a minute of holding the spell up, you are about to collapse.
  
  The soldiers, however, have made the best of uses of your spells, and only a few of the goblins are left alive.
  
  Suddenly, Lucius, who has been preventing accidental arrows to break your concentration, screams in pain, breaking your concentration.
  
  Before the whiplash of the dozens of suddenly broken spells wipe out your mind and cause you to fall into a deep blackness, you see Fahan Brownhand, the emissary of Alzur, standing behind Lucius, spitting him with an evil looking sword...