<strong>Jojel</strong><br/><br/>Jojel watched as his recently-summoned eagle paid a very brief visit to the material plane before returning to its celestial realm. His frown turned to a smile, though, as he taunted. "That's right, you stupid pile of mud! There's plenty more where that came from, and if it keeps you from hurting my friends---"<br/><br/>The thump of stone on metal drowned out whatever he was going to say next, and he watched as Grace was thrown backwards.<br/><br/>"....Oh." So not as much of a distraction as he might have hoped.<br/><br/>Well... The bigger they are, the harder they fall on your companions. Or something like that. Jojel spoke a few mystic words, wiggling his stubby fingers in the well-known gesture. This had better work. He was using the really good butter.<br/><br/>--------------------<br/><br/>Cast<strong>Grease</strong>(http://plothook.net/d20/prd/spells/grease.html#grease (http://plothook.net/d20/prd/spells/grease.html#grease)), 10' square at the creature's feet.<br/>