Nevin squints hard trying to focus, his mind still somewhat cloudy from an evening of reveling. The motions come flooding back to his mind as he starts to weave the conjuration. He points his finger at the attacker's weapon with a strange eldritch flicker.
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Hope I haven't held things up too long, spent the last 16 hours in a car, weee.
BTW thanks for making the map smaller, it's very much appreciated. Anyway down to brass tacks.
Nevin cast grease on the attacker's weapon. Save is DC 15 Ref.
HP: 12/12
AC: 13, Touch: 13, FF: 10
Fort: +1, Ref: +3, Will: +3
AP: 5
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0th: Ghost Sound, Detect Magic, 3x Acid Splash
1st: Silent Image, Mage Armour, Summon Monster I
cast: Grease
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