Tbc

[Lamp]

Rokkit couldn’t see anything. The air was thick with acrid smoke.

Around him were the sounds of death. Men shouting. The clash of weapons. Siege engines. Arrows hissing through the air. Arcane magics being summoned and unleashed. A ball of boiling plasma smashed into the keep nearby. Rokkit threw himself onto the floor wishing he was somewhere else. He checked himself for burns. An edge of his magician robe was smouldering.

Gathering his energies he cast a simple cantrip allowing him to see through the reeking smokes and fogs and prepared his primary offensive spell.