Nym eyes the frost surrounding Reòthadh's oversized body warily, then bursts into a flurry of motion. Two daggers fly out at the dwarf, digging painfully into his shoulder and arm. They are only a distraction, however, as next Nym flips out another wand and activates it.
[ +- ] Tasha's Hideous Laughter
A creature of your choice that you can see within range perceives everything as hilariously funny and falls into fits of laugher if this spell affects it. The target must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw of fall prone, becoming incapacitated and unable to stand up for the duration. A creature with an Intelligence score of 4 or less isn't affected.
At the end of each of its turns, and each time it takes damage, the target can make another Wisdom saving throw. The target has advantage on the saving throw if it's triggered by damage. On a success, the spell ends.
Reòthadh feels his sense of reality slip away as Nym stalks closer. Is the drow becoming larger? When did he learn such magic? Or is Reòthadh shrinking... It is hard to tell for certain, and the dwarf finds himself chuckling at the thought. The chuckle turns into a full-bellied laugh, and then turns darker, out of control.
Sides aching from the force of his mirth, the dwarf falls deeper and deeper into himself. He barely feels his arms brought behind his back, and the
*snick* of manacles sends him into yet worse hysterics.
[ +- ] Dimensional Shackles
You can use an action to place these shackles on an incapacitated creature. The shackles adjust to fit a creature of Small to Large size. In addition to serving as mundane manacles, the shackles prevent a creature bound by them from using any method of extradimensional movement, including teleportation or travel to a different plane of existence. They don't prevent the creature from passing through an interdimensional portal.
You and any creature you designate when you use the shackles can use an action to remove them. Once every 30 days, the bound creature can make a DC 30 Strength (Athletics) check. On a success, the creature breaks free and destroys the shackles.
"...death by poison would be too quick for you, dwarf. Too merciful... These are probably too expensive ron waste on the likes of you, but... well... humor me..."
White snow. Red snow. White snow. Is he being dragged?
"...you cost me that Shard! I'm going to find it, someday... come back and search..."
The going is easier now. Is that his reflection on the ground? Funny. Not snow. Ice.
"...and you... maybe I'll carve your sorry hide out. Maybe you won't be worth the effort. We'll just have to see..."
The cracking of ice.
"...by Lolth's swollen arse, you're a heavy one. Well, best of luck to you down there. I don't expect you'll last too long, with that curse of hysteria. But Icasaracht's death seems to be freezing the lake up rather quickly. Who knows, maybe I'll carve your corpse out some day. In the meantime, I have some plans for your home. So much treasure, so much profit to be made... Ah yes. Well. Goodbye, Reòthadh..."
Cold
Wet
Dark
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