The Wizard stands tall, like a Queen on a chessboard. Spears, swords, bows and shields surround him in a protective shell. He flips open a leathery tome and readies himself to speak in the Elven tongue. A game warden announces the battle’s beginning, and archers on both sides release salvos. A foam-tipped arrow immediately strikes Lord Trevenant in the face, knocking him to the ground. A solemn voice cries out, “Our Wizard has fallen!”