Off to the Fens
Allowed time to get his feet under him, Thromm pursed his lips. At once he wanted to wade to hsi ally's aid, but he also wanted to get out of this accursed water. If he went down in this, he'd drown. Nevermind the amout of care he'd need to put into maintaining it this night. Grumbling darkly about needing a healthy, hardy, and HOT stew, the dwarf waded to shore as he started to pray:
Dwarven:"Hammer high this is a freedom cry!
Hammer high, no one should ask me why!
It's my life - Proudly I will defy!
Hammer high until I die!
Black clouds on the horizon
Dread crimson skies
The thunder within
The sign to begin
A tempest of fire and ice
I keep my courage blazing
Withhold this grounds
Protecting the steal
This is my deal
The flames of thy anger, my will!"
Even as he waded, a spectral beer stein appeared next to the spider. Ale sloshing over the side, the spiritual weapon swung at the spidr, spiritual suds spilling over the side into the river. Thromm grinned at the holy weapon his deity had sent to aid him but kept trudging toward dry land and safety. Once the prayer was done though, he pulled out his crossbow and loaded a bolt into it. he didn't feel stable enough to aim and fire yet, but he was prepared.
Move: 25' toward shore. Potentially at half speed.
Bonus: Cast Spiritual Weapon
Action: Uh, none actually?
Thromm rolled 13 using 1d20+3. spiritual weapon attack. Forgot my prof bonus though, so 15 to hit.
11:13, Today: Thromm rolled 11 using 1d8+3. damage. Force damage if it applies.
Spell Slots:
1st = 4 left
2nd = 1 left