A female warrior in ornate armor holds two glowing crystals on a battlefield filled with skeletons and zombie-like figures, under a fiery orange sky.

The ruined cathedral is envisioned as a monumental painting, cast in chiaroscuro light, where sanctity and ruin collide. The fractured stained glass scatters shards of color across broken stone, while stormlight filters through shattered arches, throwing the scene into a tapestry of fire, shadow, and lightning. At the painting’s core, Poki, the half-orc barbarian, is frozen in mid-leap, her warhammer crashing down into the skeletal horde. Bone fragments burst outward in an almost sculptural spray, each shard caught in the painter’s precise brushwork. Her braided hair arcs with the momentum, her expression fierce, exhilarated, and utterly unbroken. Every line of her stance radiates raw power, painted with heavy impasto strokes that lend weight and solidity. Behind her, Azalroth, the tiefling sorcerer, stands cloaked in fire. His crimson skin glows against the inferno as he unleashes a great fireball, consuming the cathedral’s left flank in blazing orange and scarlet. Sparks scatter along the edges of his spell, barely missing Poki. His silhouette—horns sharp, cloak flowing—is accentuated by the painter’s dramatic use of contrast. A smoldering cigar clenched between his lips adds a touch of devil-may-care bravado, its smoke curling into the fiery glow, giving his presence both menace and charisma. In the cathedral’s shadowed recesses, Jingle, the halfling thief, crouches low, half-lost to darkness. The artist renders her in muted browns and greys, her small figure nearly See more