[centre][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e24fc32c-bae6-458d-b289-6b2b87a9211c.png[/img] [h1][color=red][u]Nei[/u][/color][/h1][/centre]

[b]HP: [/b] 7/7
[b]AC: [/b] 10
[b]SPEED: [/b] 30ft
[b]Spell Save DC: [/b] 11
[b]Prepped Spells: [/b] Charm Person ; Witch Bolt
[b]Conditions:[/b] N/A
[b]Lvl1 Spell Slots:[/b] 2/2
[b]Reaction Left?:[/b] Yes
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It would appear there were no more of those flying things going around. Phew, what a relief! But there was still that big one. Everyone was gathered around them, dousing the creature in oil and hacking at it like a pissed off lumberjack at an inert trunk. It was clear who the target was, and probably my best shot would be using the same spell as before, but they might think that was the only spell I knew if I kept using it over and over. I [i]definitely[/i] couldn't allow them to have such an image of me. As though about to clean them with a napkin, I took my fingers to my lips.

[color=lightgreen]"Prest..."[/color] I began muttering under my breath, but squinted my eyes and reached out a hand in the direction of that group. The spell wouldn't reach them even if I cast it. It would be pathetic, humiliating! To enact my plan, I had to get closer. In the meantime, perhaps casting something actually useful again (or as useful as someone like me could be) wasn't such a bad idea.

There were corpses noticeable on either side, and apart from some things toppled during the initial panic, there were no major obstructions as far as I could see either. So then, if I wanted to get closer to the troll, I could probably favor going up. Chest puffed for dignity, chin raised while keeping a downward gaze with my pupils, I ran forward, occasionally grabbing my arm as the edge of the well inched closer to me.

A semi-frozen leg stuck out to me, forcing an abrupt stop and me nearly tripping over myself. There on the floor, lifeless, was the corpse of the creature whose life I'd taken earlier. The frost clung to the skin in a growing layer, though a few dirtied droplets already began forming a vestige of a puddle on the floor. After a moment simply observing the dead body, I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead. I recalled the cold eyes, the disdained scoff of my client. Normally, I should probably react with disgust at that sight. But in this case...

[color=lightgreen]"So that's where my handywork went, huh. Should I remove it from the way or walk around?"[/color] I scoffed and forced a smirk. [color=lightgreen]"Though, waiting for either is a waste of time. I suppose if a spell holds, there is no reason to change the weave."[/color]

I raised an arm and turned my head to the brute still far across the well, embers of frost once more circling around my arms while I pressed my packpack with my other hand.

[color=lightgreen]"Ray of frost!"[/color] I lowered my arm towards the troll and shot out that icy blue ray.

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Interacting With: N/A
Mentions: [@vertigo] [@lucius cypher]
Might Also Want to Read: [@skwint]
Spell Attack Roll Roll: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/19969]5[/url]
Damage Roll (If it Hits): I don't see how that roll could hit.
[hider=OOC Actions]
1. Moved to 8V from 14V
2. Used Ray of Frost against the troll.
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