ARKENFALL

Rethread a waystone and it will carry you back along its thread.

A dodge in the last instant of a blow stitches time slow.

Knotguards raise a woven shield. A heavy cleave pulls it aside.

The Loomspire marks north. Every road in the Vale remembers it.

Each blow winds the spindle. Full, it unravels everything near you.

Emberpods burst when struck. Let the Unravelled walk into the flame.

A Loomhulk carries its ember knot on its back. Circle it.

Parry just before the blow lands, then strike while they reel.

Shuttlewings hover out of reach until the Lash drags them down.

Kettle Ford hangs its cloth so the wind has something to hold.