You trace fiery red runes on your (hoar frost)
Hoar-frost starts to form around your crystalline plant. A waft of freezing
cold air makes you shiver.. BRRR.
Your druidstaff is surrounded by a sudden cloudburst, and you glory in sheer
power as the staff floods your spell with pure energy.
You watch with selfpride as your hoar frost hits Plague monk.
Plague monk moves on to happier hunting grounds.
Plague monk is DEAD, R.I.P.

174790: A filthy robed skaven performing a strange ritual