Abnninja's D&D 5e Greek Campaign Main RPG Thread Wagonmaker and wheelwright says...
"I'm with Phot', the wagon is stored and I'd rather be over there than here. Your the boss Brath, what's the orders?"
Manos already climbs down before waiting for the answer, and begins a dark chant. He pulls a corked bottle from his satchel and pours some of the contents over his open hand, uttering the words; "I will not die this day."
Where the liquid hits the ground the grass dies, and a dark energy breaks forth from the earth, crawling up Manos. It grips to his body, climbing until it reaches his face; where it pours into his eyes and through his body, just below the skin, until it fades deeper into him.
Manos hesitates, but by the look of him he isn't going to wait much long. He reaches into the wagon and grabs his wooden hammer, his grip tight. Moments later he begins taking the first few steps towards the screams.Out of Character:
That was me casting False Life.