iserith
Magic Wordsmith
I plan on throwing a couple of them at the party next week, but the warlock has Repelling Blast, so any theoretical grapple is unlikely to last more than a round.
Dangling from the ceiling of the mind flayers' lair are the pale roots of Dzéwà, The White God, which tap into this world from the Far Realm. Tipped with lamprey-like mouths, the roots hunger for eldritch energy and viciously attack any who summon it (as a reaction, piercing and acid damage plus ongoing blood drain). A warlock whose patron is the Great Old One can make himself or herself immune to this danger in exchange for a modicum of sanity. All others must refrain from calling upon their eldritch power or pay with blood.