You wake up in the same position in the seer's tent. With a cough, you find that the smoke has largely dissipated, but Madam Eva is no longer with you. The smell of her burning incense has mostly faded, and you hear no noise outside the tent. You open the door into thick and cold mists, and step down to the dewy grass. Five shadowy figures emerge into view among the menhirs, standing across from your party as the stones hum with echoing magic. Facing you are five apparitions from futures that could have been, but never were.
Ezmerelda, the Vistana who guided her friends through the horrors of the valley, faces Zandros, the Vistana who guided his friends into the very same horrors. Despite different answers to the great questions of power and loyalty, they are silhouetted by a similar shame, failing to save the man they loved from Barovian darkness.
Tobias, the thief who adopted radiance to confront evil directly, contests Atlas, the holy man who adopted shadow to confront evil from within. The two quinquagenarians embrace contrasts; though they protect their allies with supportive spellwork, they oppose the other with both shields and weapons of war.
Ajuni, the half-human blessed with magic of the heavens, faces Shakti, the half-human blessed with magic of the earth. Willing to sacrifice everything to save their brothers, each woman reflects the other's ideals, chosen by a divinity greater than themselves and guided by powers they had not sought to understand.
Ghalwin, the noble leader who lost his sight in a moment of weakness, mirrors Mormeros, the misleading noble who lost his life in a moment of strength. No longer believing themselves to be outsiders in the quest of two others, the man meets the devil when virtuous vows chafe against the wickedness of the world.
Izek, the stolid giant-man seeking to harness his magic within, opposes Jarmo, the curious man-giant seeking to halt his magic within. With blood cursed by ancients of the land and altered by their own endeavors, they stand at a crossroads, following the faded footsteps of the same red-haired girl.
For a moment, all is quiet, as fog rolls slowly across the standing stones. A wolf howls in the distance, and suddenly, there is movement. Zandros draws his sword, Atlas levitates upwards, Shakti shifts into a bestial form, Mormeros raises his focus, and Jarmo's hammer crackles with lightning!
I need everyone to roll initiative.