Befuddle a group creatures, causing them to attack at random, wander around aimlessly, and occasionally skip turns in the stupor.
As I finish the incantation, I cast the shells to the ground. Whispers, ethereal winds of voices, cascade from my hand toward foes. The creatures stand bewildered, touched by the enchantment's mystic breath.
I Cast Puzzling Confusion
Clutching three walnut shells, I designate the epicenter of chaos with a sweep of my hand. Uttering arcane phrases backward, the incantation's unpredictability leaves both me and my foes uncertain—will they scatter, freeze, or engage in an unforeseen dance?