The party gather and share a joke two, relieving the tension in the atmosphere on this unusual 
mission. You close your eyes and listen to the laughter that seems to grow more and more manic.

Focussed, you open your eyes, surveying the scene in front of you. A rag tag bunch of men and 
orcs, half lead half driven by the cackling anarchy priest standing behind them. You draw your 
sword and starting circling around looking for an opening to dive in. An orc charges you, 
swinging his two-handed sword wildly; you sheathe your sword, taunting him with a look, while 
beginning to call on the forces of chaos. Stepping to the side at the last moment you slam 
your hands out into the orc's arm and unleash the harm. He recoils in pain, giving you time to 
draw your sword and in a couple of quick slices complete the job of making his arm unusable.

The orc sufficiently dealt with you push forward once more, trying to stop the anarchy priest. 
Two scouts move around hoping to pick you off, you drop your sword and focus your will calling 
the nature of water to entangle them to the ground. Reclaiming your weapon you try and relocate 
the anarchy priest; you see him making moves to flee as his followers are cut down. Sprinting 
after him you call on the magic of air; you blink as you run, closing the distance in seconds, 
before slowing to a more wary approach. The anarchy priest seems strangely confident, giving you 
all the clue you need.

Sheathing your sword you take a moment to refresh your endurance and start to approach as you 
begin casting once more. He fires a couple of unholy words off but the endurance takes them, 
leaving you uninterrupted. As you finish the spell you focus, picking out the energies and 
breaking the reflections he had called up.

The momentary look of panic is all the information you need; with an extra dramatic flourish 
you unleash a bolt of flame, scorching the anarchy priest and knocking him to the floor.

Once more you draw your sword, approaching to finish your duty. The anarchy priest is quiet 
and still, but too late you realise the ruse; he pulls out a talisman and quickly utters some 
words. A bright flash of light bursts in your eyes, blinding you momentarily. The sound of 
his maniacal laughter fills your ears, and as your vision clears you see yourself amongst the 
party once more.