After leaving the goblin hideout, sometime between setting up camp in the evening and breaking down camp the next morning…
Pouring over her spellbook and design notes, Amiira finally grasps the last elements of the two spells she had been working on, finishing and refining her notations for later reference. As she ponders on the arcane principles involved, a sudden insight causes her transmutation training to click into place, and she confidently begins experimenting with minor transmutations of simple substances.
In the morning, she finds herself able to contain an additional spell preparation in her mind, and knows this indicates she also has an additional expression of the first circle available to her.
As he practices his swordsmanship, Lairos realizes that the flurry of combat from the last day has refined and honed his skills. While his resilience and defensive capabilities have increased, he's now attained something more. Many expert warriors learn to increase the speed of their attack, but only a true fighter learns such a mastery of the field that he can tap into his strength to give that little bit more than others. Whether it's a flurry of fast attacks, an extra defensive edge, or a hasty retreat, he can push himself to give exactly what he needs at the moment—and he's know he will need it.
Rufus has studied most of his life to learn the arts of armed and unarmed combat, but until this evening his sense of ki, the magical force of the multiverse that flows through living beings, was more theoretical than practical. But as he meditates on his experiences, following the breathing exercises he learned in his training, he finally senses an energy, feels it flowing through him, and knows he can direct it. Prepared for this by his training, he knows that he can wield it to perform lightning fast strikes, maintain an equal focus on attack and defense, or deftly escape from his opponents, tumbling and leaping with uncanny agility.
Kamil's battering and bruising received over the course of the day may have wounded his pride as it brought him close to death, but the Lord of the Dead was not displeased. As he sleeps that night, his visions fill him with insights and he awakes infused with power, knowing that he can not only prepare an additional spell and cast an additional expression of the first degree, but that his faith has blossomed into the power to preserve the living the banish the dead.
*Bam* 'What was that?' thought Miri, as a new magical effect sprang out of nowhere. Wait…there it is…aha! She could sense it now. A spell tickled her awareness, and she intuitively plucked mastery of it out of the Weave. She can cast another spell each day, she feels, and something more. Pure magic seems to be flowing through her, and she's pretty sure she can channel it into an extra casting if she wants to.
Now you see him, now you don't. Rhogar's bobbing and weaving through the fray had really honed his skills. He had put in his time and figured out the tricks. If he focuses on it, he realizes he can harness his agility better than most, move swiftly into or out of combat, avoiding attacks or getting himself out of sight before anyone knows he is there in the first place. A step to the right here, a duck to the left. Ha! In like a shadow, out like a shadow.