"Marcus, cover Casandra"<br/><br/>"Sophia, move freely, take out anyone who breaks our line"<br/><br/>Saraphina nods to her subordinates sending them into position. She then nods to the other leaders indicating she is ready.<br/><br/>She Crouches down and moves forward. After a few feet, shadows slowly crawl across her body like a mirage on a desert plain, and her form becomes less distinct as if she was standing in a bank of fog.<span style="font-style: italic">(shadow walk)</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Stealth<br/>Result #1 (1d20 + 6): 14 + 6 = 20<br/>Result #2 (1d20 + 6): 4 + 6 = 10</span><br/><br/>Saraphina moves forward, low, slow, and silent, it would be difficult to hear her even standing next to her. That is until she steps on a rotting branch obscured by leaves. The resulting crack isn't loud, but it is noticeable through the ambiance of the forest.<br/><br/>Saraphina pauses and her brow furrows in frustration.