Surgoshan said:I am a warlock, having made a pact with a powerful being of the feywild. I wield eldritch energy to curse my foes, to flit from place to place on the battlefield, and to send my enemies tumbling in all directions.
And some crunchy, granola-eating treehugger wants to turn me into a frickin' dog?? Nuh uh.
As the 10'000 strong army rolls toward the party the druid shifts everyone into the form of a bird. The warlock too headstrong for his own good resists the change and remains in his true form shaking his fist at the flock of birds as they fly away. He turns to his oncomming doom and prepares an eldrich blast.
Meanwhile one of the flock chirps what could only be loosely translated as "we're going to need another warlock BWAHAHAHA"