3 Instances below, Each unaltered. Prep spell, let mob advance, step out and cast at something. Noun does not even appear to matter. If I just cast without a target I could not reproduce. Also could not reproduce with any other spell even after trying on same mobs in the same rooms with a differing class.
[Gwenalion Fens]
The spongy surface of the fen squelches underfoot as water slowly oozes out of the ground to fill the prints left by travelers. A steady breeze blows off the lake, carrying with it the watery scents of fish and seaweed. Delicate orchids in pale shades of pink and lavender bow their heads before the wind, bobbing and swaying like dancers in nature's ballroom.
You also see a small peccary.
Obvious paths: east, south, northwest.
>
You feel fully prepared to cast your spell.
>
The small peccary begins to advance on you!
The small peccary is still a distance away from you and is closing steadily.
> e
You go east.
[Gwenalion Fens]
Crickets chirp their mating call from within the protective layer of sedge that blankets the ground. Tiny catkins surround one of the pools that dot the fen, home to frogs and birds as well as the long-legged insects that skitter quickly across the water's surface.
Obvious paths: southeast, west.
> cast troll
Flickering shadows tear away from your fingertips, shuddering through the air toward the small peccary!
The shadows rapidly dissipate as they draw near the small peccary, your spell unable to overcome its fortitude.
You begin chanting a prayer to invoke the Malediction spell.
> look
[Gwenalion Fens]
The spongy surface of the fen squelches underfoot as water slowly oozes out of the ground to fill the prints left by travelers. A steady breeze blows off the lake, carrying with it the watery scents of fish and seaweed. Delicate orchids in pale shades of pink and lavender bow their heads before the wind, bobbing and swaying like dancers in nature's ballroom.
You also see a swamp troll.
Obvious paths: east, south, northwest.
>
A swamp troll gestures at you.
A swamp troll bellows a word of power.
The bright flash disorients you.
S>
The swamp troll begins to advance on you!
The swamp troll is still a distance away from you and is closing steadily.
S> ret
You are already as far away as you can get!
>
You feel fully prepared to cast your spell.
> ret
You are already as far away as you can get!
> nw
You go northwest.
[Gwenalion Fens]
Dismal and dreary, gnarled oak trees sway in the dense woods which run along the edge of the field, twisted limbs stretching down toward the ground. A narrow deer trail winds through the trees before vanishing into the depths of the forest. Rolling ridges of wildflowers and bog rosemary stretch out to the southeast, interspersed with sullen hollows filled with brackish water. The surface of Lake Gwenalion glimmers in the distance.
Obvious paths: southeast.
>
Mapped exits: go deer trail
> cast troll
Flickering shadows tear away from your fingertips, shuddering through the air toward the swamp troll!
The shadows rapidly dissipate as they draw near the swamp troll, your spell unable to overcome its fortitude.
Roundtime: 2 sec.
> prep male 13
That will disrupt less than a quarter of your current attunement.
You begin chanting a prayer to invoke the Malediction spell.
> n
You're still recovering from your recent cast.
>
The swamp troll stomps in.
> ret
You are already as far away as you can get!
> ret
You are already as far away as you can get!
> ret
You are already as far away as you can get!
> ret
You are already as far away as you can get!
> n
You go north.
[Gwenalion Fens]
The spongy surface of the fen squelches underfoot as water slowly oozes out of the ground to fill the prints left by travelers. A steady breeze blows off the lake, carrying with it the watery scents of fish and seaweed. Delicate orchids in pale shades of pink and lavender bow their heads before the wind, bobbing and swaying like dancers in nature's ballroom.
Obvious paths: east, south, northwest.
>
You feel fully prepared to cast your spell.
> cast troll
s
Flickering shadows tear away from your fingertips, shuddering through the air toward the small peccary!
The shadows rapidly dissipate as they draw near the small peccary, your spell unable to overcome its fortitude.
Roundtime: 2 sec.
