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Spellcasting Combat Narration for D&D

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So I was gonna include this in my other article on narrating combat, but it proved far too lengthy, so I made this into part 2!
Combat is easy to describe compared to narrating spell attacks. I ran into this problem last session when I was getting into detail telling the barbarian how they tore off an ogre’s head but then the druid just kept using Fire Bolt and I kept defaulting to “you shoot a bolt of fire at his face.” I’m going to try and vary things up with these lists and help everyone else in the process! I am organizing them by energy type.
Mode of Attack
Half of a spell’s attack is how the caster shapes their spell. The same spell can look very different with every casting if you have a creative DM. Feel free to switch it up each time it’s cast, or vary the same spell when cast by different characters of different classes.
Attack Words
Generic shapes and terms that will launch from the caster’s hand.
Helix, Spiral, Beam, Erratic, Mote, Bolt, Stream, Blast, Burst, Blade, Arc, Miasma, Cloud, Eruption, Wave, Cone, Missile, Rune, Glyph
Class-Based Ideas
Bard
Energy manifests from thin air a foot in front of their instrument as they play
Energy is shaped like ribbons of written music that ripples towards enemies
Several tiny motes of energy appear with each note sung or played. Each point of damage comes from a mote hitting the opponent (rolls a 4 out of a d6, 4 of the 6 note-motes hit)
Cleric
Energy falls from the sky or emerges from the ground as the cleric prays
Beam of energy originates from holy symbol
Spell attack should highlight that the cleric is granted their powers from a greater power, don’t have the energy come from their hand/finger. Have the energy come TO them, and then be thrown at the enemy.
Druid
Energy is shaped like an animal.
Energy rushes forth from the surrounding wilderness and zooms past the druid and toward the foe.
Much like Cleric, energy shouldn’t come from the caster. It should come from elsewhere before being thrown at the enemy.
Fighter (Eldritch Knight)
Energy blasts from their bound weapon pointed at the enemy.
Energy fires from their mouth as they yell.
Energy surrounds their weapon and is used in tandem with it (if close enough)
Monk (Way of Four Elements)
Literally just watch Avatar: the Last Airbender and do that.
Paladin
Most Paladin spells are smite-based, so they usually happen when an attack hits. Otherwise, let the energy come from a higher power like the Cleric.
Energy bursts forth from within the creature hit
Energy surrounds weapon right as the strike lands
Energy falls from the sky or erupts from the ground
Ranger
Honestly, most Ranger spells often seem a lot like man-made traps like Cordon of Arrows (arrow traps), Fog Cloud (smoke grenade), or Grasping Vine (slipknot trap). But otherwise, Play it like the Cleric where the energy comes from a higher power.
Energy takes the form of the Ranger’s animal companion or an animal they associate with.
Spells seem to cast automatically whenever the Ranger is in a tight spot, almost as if nature itself is protecting them. The Ranger gives an approving nod whenever this happens in thanks.
Rogue (Arcane Trickster)
Energy is always accompanied by a shimmer of glitter
The Rogue plays with the energy over their fingertips as they whistle before casting the spell.
Energy enchants one of the Rogue’s daggers and casts the spell by tossing the dagger at the intended location or target.
Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline)
Energy takes the shape of a dragon of your bloodline.
Energy surges forth from your breath
All energy takes the shape of your bloodline dragon’s energy type, regardless of the actual energy type. For instance, a sorcerer of a blue dragon’s bloodline that casts Burning Hands or Cone of Cold keeps the energy type but shapes the fire and cold damage into the form of a bolt of lightning.
Sorcerer (Wild Magic)
Energy takes on many random forms, never under the full command of the Sorcerer.
Energy erupts from random places in the environment when the Sorcerer calls upon them.
Energy bubbles and fizzes with all energy types (but mostly the one called upon), as if a piece of Limbo was thrown at the enemy.
Warlock (Archfey)
Your energy shimmers with iridescent colors and showers enemies with sparks of glitter.
Warlock (Great Old One)
Your magic corrupts and twists the flesh of the target of your spell, regardless of the energy type.
Warlock (Fiend)
Energy takes the shape of the unholy symbol of your patron.
Wizard (Abjuration)
Energy shoots forth from your magical wards, arcing towards your enemies.
Wizard (Conjuration)
You conjure a short-lived elemental of the energy type you need. It soars at the enemy.
Wizard (Divination)
You weave the glowing threads of fate in the palms of your hands, tweaking reality to cast your spell.
Wizard (Enchantment)
You enchant an object to exude the energy and toss it at the enemy.
Wizard (Evocation)
I mean, you just sorta blast them. That’s what this school’s about.
Wizard (Illusion)
Your spell usually spawns two or three illusory copies. When the attack misses, the enemy simply managed to dodge the right duplicate.
Wizard (Necromancy)
Your energy takes the shape of a skull screaming as it flies toward the enemy
Wizard (Transmutation)
You transmute the energy out of the surrounding environment and fire it at the enemy
On-Hit
So if half of a spell’s attack is the shape and travel of the spell, the other half is when the spell hits. I organized this list by energy type, as different energies will do different sorts of things when they hit a creature. This is mostly a collection of interesting effects, colorful language, and examples.
Fire
Your bolt of fire singes their armor (burning cloth, blackening leather, discoloring metal)
A tiny bead of fire explodes on contact
Showers them with red sparks
Your attack leaves behind a billowing trail of smoke
A fast-travelling meteor of flame soars from the sky towards the enemy.
Your flames leave blisters and cracked skin in its wake.
Your fire blackens the enemy’s flesh
Cold
You freeze the moisture in the air into icy daggers that fall onto your enemy
You freeze the water in their blood to damage them
Their skin turns blue and numb
You literally hurl a snowball at them.
Your spell leaves them covered in a layer of frost
A buildup of ice covers where your spell hit. (it’s easily shattered once they move, though)
A blast of icy wind and rain leaves them shivering.
Thunder
A crack of thunder pummels your foe
A high-pitched, deafening shriek focuses itself on the target
A thin trail of blood races from the foe’s ears from a sound no one else can hear
The enemy falls to their knees cupping their hands over their ears, gritting their teeth
You buffet the target with waves of thunderous sound
The ground shakes with the force of your spell. Brittle glass objects nearby shatter.
Lightning
Lightning comes from the sky to smite your foe
You all smell the faint odor of ozone before a bright bolt of lightning streaks toward the target of your spell
Before your enemy can blink they are showered in electrical sparks followed by crippling pain
The enemy’s back stiffens as the powerful current of lightning surges through them
Your attack leaves a permanent web of lightning shaped burns all over one side of their body
Your blast of lightning causes their skin to rupture as it travels through their body
Acid
Your acid sizzles as it burns a new, unnatural color into their skin
The attack melts their flesh, leaving them permanently disfigured at the site of the spell
Your spell’s acid causes blue fire to burn where it hit their skin, and bleaches their armor and belongings
A rancid smell fills the foe’s nostrils as the acid bubbles on their bare skin, burning through the simple cloth of their shirt.
Poison
You spew a poisonous cloud from your mouth at your opponent
A spectral viper or insect is flung at the opponent, biting them and filling them with magical venom
Your index and middle finger each grow a poisonous fang which you sink into your opponent’s arm (melee range spell attacks only)
The enemy’s mouth fills with a foul tasting liquid which forces its way down their throat
Necrotic
Your target’s flesh bubbles and boils as a black ichor sputters from the spell’s origin
The foe’s flesh festers with magical disease as boils and wounds quickly cover the affected area
A skeletal hand wriggles free from beneath the earth, flying towards the target
An incorporeal undead shrieks as it flies from your finger toward the enemy to deliver the spell’s effect
Black energy swirls around your arm before launching towards the enemy as if it had a life of its own
Your iridescent blue magic enters the target’s body and afflicts their soul, making them momentarily dazed as their eyes glaze over.
Radiant
A holy light shines from the skies to harm your target, regardless of time of day or obstructions
A halo of radiant energy surrounds your head and blinds the target as they gaze upon it
Enemies that aren’t of your alignment hear the whispers of your deity moments before being enveloped in a blinding white light
The foe’s eyes and mouth emit warm light and they howl in pain
A blade of radiant energy slashes through the victim, leaving a trail of blinking motes of light in its wake
The enemy’s skin blisters from the raw positive energy surging through them
So essentially this whole post was a creative writing assignment for myself, but I hope that it gives you guys new creative ideas for new spells or new ways to describe existing spells! They don’t much affect the mechanics of the spell at all, so most DMs I suspect will be fine with most of these descriptions if you want your character to cast spells a certain way.
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06. — wings
Niveah let out a happy little laugh, her feet dangling where she was a bit too short for the chair. It didn’t distract her from her focused spellwork, however. Her magic arced and danced across the table, twisting into the little ring she’d been working so hard on lately. Hallow’s End was approaching, and she was determined to find the perfect costume. What was better then an Angel of the Light? Illadyia was going to fall over laughing at her!
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One Word Writing Prompts
Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.
01. — first 02. — kiss 03. — final 04. — numb 05. — broken 06. — wings 07. — melody 08. — rules 09. — chocolate 10. — nostalgia 11. — heartbeat 12. — stranger 13. — confusion 14. — bitter 15. — afterlife 16. — daybreak 17. — audience 18. — endless 19. — fireworks 20. — wishing 21. — birthday 22. — tomorrow 23. — oppression 24. — agony 25. — return 26. — protection 27. — boxes 28. — hope 29. — preparation 30. — beautiful 31. — lies 32. — underneath 33. — hide 34. — diary 35. — unforeseen 36. — conditional 37. — gone 38. — clear 39. — heartache 40. — wired 41. — insanity 42. — foolish 43. — words 44. — study 45. — love 46. — skies 47. — stars 48. — lucky 49. — shake 50. — punctual
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Ruins
Ruins of Dalaran, Third War.
Smoke filled the air, putrid in scent. Screams rang among the crumbling buildings, and the child whimpered. Her heart roared in her ears, pounding with terror. Mother would save her. Just as soon as she woke up. Her little hand tugged the skirt of the dress closer, the fabric cold as ice in her hands. It had already lost any remaining warmth, as the child waited for her father to return. He’d just gone to barricade the door, but then that thing had come in.
“Hide!” Her mother commanded, shoving her towards the dinner table. Like hide and seek, the child grinned, crawling under the table. She waited, for the playful shout of ‘Ten!’. Wait! There’s a shout but…that wasn’t ten? She crawled forward, pulling the skirt of the table over her head to peer out.
“Mother, you’re supposed to come find me, not lay there.” She complained, quietly because they were playing ‘Hush’ before this and they might still be! It wasn’t far to her mother’s crumpled floor. A nap -now-? She pouted, draping herself across her like she usually did. Now her mother would giggle, and roll over, inciting the age old Tickle Monster!
The child had laid for moments, minutes, half an hour perhaps. A very long time for the young Niveah. Finally she screeched, as one of the stones from the ceiling fell dangerously close. Something scuttled. Oh no…they’d been playing hush. She whimpered again, under the force of her guilt. She’d broke the rules.
Slowly, five pale fingers clutched the rocks that made up the only entrance to the room. They dragged a cold, pale body into the room. Bones jutted out of their cheek. Undead. Scourge. The child knew this, at least, and she vainly tried to press herself closer to the body of her mother below her. The monster grinned, widely, showing off decaying teeth.
“Mmm, a child. Such a tasty meal.” It crooned, crawling towards her on all fours like some sort of beast. Its tongue licked out across it’s teeth, already chuckling and gasping as it moved closer. The child screamed, again, for she had already lost ‘Hush’ and Father would protect her. He would be back!
Elven ears twitched, and a head of emerald head turned in the direction of the scream. Her unit had been nearby, dispatching of the Scourge and now the demons littering the ruins. One of her Sentinels turned as well.
“Was that a child, Lieutenant?” She asked, voice soft. The Lieutenant nodded, already moving. It could only have been from the ruins she’d just passed. A noble’s home, surely, for all the decorative adornments it sported, even as ruins. Scraps of wispy fabric hung in the almost non-existent breeze, an eerie sight. Her mail boots made little noise as she ascended the rubble in the doorway. A gift of her people, the stealth to eliminate their enemies. Her form cast a shadow over the creeping Scourge beast that was poised to strike the small child and the corpse of presumably her mother.
It took no effort, no concentration after all these years to draw an arrow and send it sailing, right into the head of the walking corpse. It fell to the side, as it tried to turn to screech. Luck guided her, Elune blessing her as a piece of the roof caved, burying the corpse. A final, dying scream echoed in the ruins, from it’s entrapment. An advertisement to the rest of its kind, and she cursed under her breath in Darnassian. Others would be here soon, no time to waste. Her plated knees hit the ground as she pulled the child from the corpse, even as it began to scream and plead with her.
“Please! Mother! MOTHER!” It wailed, tears already soaking the shoulder Illadyia slung her across. It was Common, but Illadyia had no illusion what the translation would be. She merely hushed her, a tsking sound. No time to be gentle, with the dangers surrounding her. The Sentinel from before, with icy blue hair pulled into a similar braid, nodded to Illadyia as she passed. The heat of the sudden flames crawled up the Lieutenant’s back, as the child’s wails increased as she saw her home go up in flame. She whimpered, and cried, and raised hell, but the Lieutenant continued forward to the safest point possible. A contingent of mages were working there, to establish a safe barrier.
She set the child down by one of the mage’s, and among other orphans they had rescued. Spring green eyes stared upwards into silver, and the elf sighed softly at the tears still spilling. One gauntleted finger came up, to wipe a tear from her cheek. Soft Darnassian, translated by a mage nearby.
“You’ll be stronger for this, little one. You’ll see in time. I swear this, in front of Elune.” With that, she turned, commanding her unit back to the field. They had work to do, although those green eyes would haunt her for years to come.
( Follow @niveah-nerd for part two tomorrow!)
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“Ha! Now would I do that to you, my dear Abby?” She giggled, accepting the hand up. She pulled her skirts into place, stepping to the side. With a brilliant blast of light, and the blowing of wind, she proceeded to begin casting her portal spell. Blue arcs of arcane magic spread outward, swirling into familiar runes until a portal shimmered into existence. The Mage Tower of Stormwind was visible through it, and she wave Abby through first.
(@westfall-bound)
continued thread.
“I appreciate that but for now Niveah, would you like to get something to eat with me in the city proper?”
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Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters
“What are you doing out this late?”
“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”
“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”
“You do realize what time it is, right?”
“Where are you going at this hour?”
“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.”
“Do you know where I am?”
“The city looks different at night.”
“This street is very dark…”
“Why don’t you come stand in the light?”
“Are you lost?”
“I got turned around in the dark…”
“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”
“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.”
“Looking for trouble, are we?”
“A little late to be shopping.”
“Just coming back from the bar?”
“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?”
“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.”
“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”
“Where did you come from?”
“What are you doing here?”
“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.”
“Go home.”
“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.”
“You’re being watched.”
“What are you doing still up?”
“Looking for something?”
“I like walking when the streets are empty.”
“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.”
“I know where I’m going.”
“The trees are kind of spooky…”
“Did you hear that howl?”
“Was…was that an owl…?”
“This path is scary at night…”
“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.”
“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…”
“You can’t see the stars from here…”
“This is the witching hour.”
“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.”
“Stay on the road!”
“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?”
“The ocean is so mysterious at night…”
“What brings you to the pier at this hour?”
“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.”
“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.”
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Nivs smiled. “Yes, we can do that. Would you like to walk or shall I grant us the reprieve? Magic is so useful.” She giggled quietly, waving her hand about. Arcane sparks drifted to the floor from her fingertips.
continued thread.
“I appreciate that but for now Niveah, would you like to get something to eat with me in the city proper?”
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Wistful Imaginings
She felt like a complete idiot. Her ears rang with the callous laughter of her peers, as she sunk low in her seat. It was such an easy question, too. Just.. the simple change of matter but she’d goofed so much lately. When had the simple become the complicated?
Oh, who was she kidding? She was beyond stressed. Everything had been piling up lately and she envied her mother’s ability to run from whatever problems she had. She tried to be bright, bubbly and happy but oh she just wanted to throw herself on her bed and scream every evening. She just wanted to be truly happy.
Maybe she needed to travel. But where to? She’d been everywhere, with magic on her fingertips. Pandaria? Boring. The Broken Isles? She was already there. Kalimdor? Dangerous, with the war. Eastern Kingdoms? Just as dangerous, and she had grown up there for Alodi’s sake! Northrend? Bah, cold. Shattrath in the Outlands? That was...entirely too far for her, even with magic.
“Summermore, are you even listening?” The sharp voice of the tutor broke her thoughts, and she felt mortified. She’d been caught daydreaming, again!
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“I see. Well, I’ll practice my own combat spells once more and assist you should you need it. My services at teleportation is also available. I want to get Belle back just as much as you.” She nodded firmly. They’d show this Forsaken not to mess with Belle’s friends and family, hm?!
@westfall-bound
(Niveah of course!) The petite mage lifted her skirts as she traveled the rough roads of Westfall. She’d heard of trouble and she wanted to offer her hand, even if she could only do a little. Finally, with a crow of delight as she found the right Estate, she slipped in the gates. “Abby! ABBY! It’s Nivs! Where are you?”
Abby clapped the worker on the arm and said a soft “Thank you.” They nodded and kept clearing away the remains of the estate house; Abby turned to face the woman approaching with a smile “M’lady, it’s nice to see you, apologies that the estate is as…ruined as it is.” The lady in waiting turned paladin, curtsied, pinching the ends of her sun dress.
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