Duvrael hardly acknowledges Kaligan's actions that saved him from the wrathful orogs, although the wizard makes a mental note to treat the human as a near-equal later. A protector is useful, particularly in a fight.
Those giants need to be taken care of first, however, and the yuan ti is glad to see the female one, whose very words hurt his ears, move away from the magical darkness and straight towards a magically propelled bear ally.
Not even moving from his spot next to the corpses, Duvrael starts intoning a monotonous hymn that sounds more like a dirge than an incantation, and ends with a complicated gesture with his left hand.
Across the room, the spectre of a snakeman appears behind the giantess, translucent and insubstantial as smoke. It places its spectral hand on the hill giant's shoulder, where it seeps life energy from it. When the spectre vanishes, the hand remains...
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Casting the cantrip Chill Touch, targeting the hill giant chef's wife.
Ranged spell attack: 1D20+9 = [6]+9 = 15
Target takes 2d8 = 3+4= 7 necrotic damage and cannot regain hitpoints until the start of my next turn.
Duvrael AC15*(+5) HP 44/56 THP 0/13 HD 9/9 PP15* SSdc17 2/4 1/3 2/3 3/3 1/1 P 4,17
Reaction readied: Shield spell when attacked with a melee or ranged attack of with magic missile.
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