Behind the wall, Annie, temporarily appointed by Richard as leader of the spellcasting team, directed Hng as he cast Stone Skin on the warriors at the front.
Area-buff spells generally covered a larger area the closer the target was to the caster. Even though only a thin wall separated them now, at least twenty percent of the area was wasted.
In the military, buff spells were generally less popular than evocation spells. That was because, to maximize the effectiveness of a buff spell, the caster could not stay in the rear and had to follow closely behind the warriors. As a result, they could easily be focused down by enemy fire, costing the army its precious spellcasting power.
But at least for the moment, Hng had undoubtedly brought buff spells back into the game. Nehru had never seen such a grand spectacle before. His legs were visibly trembling, and after chanting the incantation twice, he still failed to cast Fireball.
Hert drew and fired his bow while stealing a glance at Nehru. The meaning in that gaze made the Kobold tremble with fear.
Raindrops the size of beans began falling incessantly from the sky. The icy water splashed across his face, calming him considerably. He tried once more, and at last the fireball left his hand, dragging a billowing trail of black smoke behind it.
The rain had undoubtedly weakened the power of Fireball considerably, but Nehru had chosen his target well. It blew a Minotaur off its feet and killed several Gnolls in the blast. The Wildlanders' reverence for elemental power had long been ingrained in their bones, and the momentum of their charge slowed slightly.
But it only slowed slightly. Their greed had already driven them mad, and a mere fireball was not enough to bring them to