Necrotic Bolt
The party of undead traveled across a rocky area which separated the fog below from the mountain forests.
Jay felt a little exposed as they left the cover of the trees, but above them there was nothing in the skies, and on this rocky green plain there was no movement other than him and his troops.
Just enormous rocks, many of which were covered in a thick layer of moss, almost forming a green carpet. It was a welcome change from the roots everywhere.
As they moved downhill, the two skeletons he had spinning twine were running out of ghost silk, and had a silk twine of about 5 feet (1.5m).
“Pass it.” Jay ordered.
The throne stopped its march for a moment and lowered so the smaller skeletons could reach up and hand it to Jay.
“Hmm… how do I stop it from untwisting?” He wondered as he grabbed each end of the twine.
Yet as he brought each end together, it twisted onto itself, making a loop at one end.
“Hmm… that might work.” Jay thought.