Elgan grimaces, as much at the twisted warping of natures power against him as for the pain the spell is causing.
Before the wave of magic is even fully finished, Elgan instinctively shifts into a towering fire elemental, fully intent on venting a little of NATURAL Nature's wrath upon these Dark Mothmen.
Fort:(including all bonuses) 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (4) + 22 = 26
Stats currently; AC:45, Touch:22, Flat:41, HP:170
"Y'all Don' mess wit' Natuh. Cuz she's a MUDDER!" Elgan calls out.
And then he calls a sweeping storm of Ice and hail down on top of the three Dark Mothmen.
Ice storm. Save throw- None. Spell Res, yes, (Unfortunately) :P
Bludgeon damage: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 6) = 11
Cold Dmg: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5
Total= 16 dmg
Caster Lvl checks: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 231d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 351d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18