[hider=Armor of Agathys]
Grimi splashes a cup of water on himself. "I make myself the conduit. Liquid within, liquid without. Come ancient armor! Make me more stout!" As if the natural world is breaking, several holes appear near Grimi. From within they shoot black tendrils covering the old man in inky cold darkness. Once finished the holes seem to seal automatically as if the world suppressed them. However the otherworldly magic Grimi called upon still rests on his old frame. 
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Edit: sorry. I meant to post this somewhere else