The largest trading hub of the civilized world, the almighty Gold Piece rules with an iron fist. Constant caravans bring new commerce to the city on a daily basis, as well as spreading the word far and wide of Fat Man's rest being the place to make money. Local businesses range from massive weapon and spice dealers to small produce and charm stalls lining the roads. Money flows abundant, some for honest men, but some even falls into the seedy underbelly of crooks hiding in the shadows.
| Played | 1 times |
| Cloned | 0 times |
| Created | 17 days ago |
| Last Updated | 17 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
Description
You create a 20-foot-radius sphere of poisonous, yellow-green fog centered on a point you choose within range. The fog spreads around corners. It lasts for the duration or until strong wind disperses the fog, ending the spell. Its area is heavily obscured. When a creature enters the spell's area for the first time on a turn or starts its turn there, that creature must make a constitution saving throw. The creature takes 5d8 poison damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one. Creatures are affected even if they hold their breath or don't need to breathe. The fog moves 10 feet away from you at the start of each of your turns, rolling along the surface of the ground. The vapors, being heavier than air, sink to the lowest level of the land, even pouring down openings.
| Level | 5 |
| Range | 120 |