The Angler
Resist knockback or other forced movement effects.
Your melee attacks slow enemy action speed for a short time.
Throw your spear in a line, damaging all enemies hit. After a moment, regather your spear. while stunned pause the cooldown to grabbing your spear
Stab an enemy with your spear dealing damage, rooting them, and pulling them towards you after a short delay. The range for this spell is 1.5x your basic attack range
Slow yourself. Stab forwards in a small arc incredibly quickly, dealing damage, and gain increased resistances for the duration.
Toss your net towards your cursor. Upon hitting an enemy, root them for up to 3 seconds. Upon taking damage, the enemy's binds are shredded, removing the root early.
Charge forwards, the first enemy hit by your charge is pulled with you, and are rooted upon your charge ending. Other enemies hit are knocked aside. This cannot be interrupted.
Griswald spent most of his life upon the water, rising before dawn to steer his weathered boat beyond the harbor walls. The sea taught him patience, sure footing, and the wisdom to wait until struggling prey exhausted itself. With trident and net, he provided for his family and earned an honest reputation among the fishing villages of the coast. To those who knew him then, he was a quiet man with little interest in the quarrels of soldiers.
When war reached the shoreline, it did not arrive with banners or honorable challenge. Raiders burned the boats, emptied the smokehouses, and dragged anyone capable of holding a weapon into their armies. Griswald joined the defenders carrying the only tools he had ever trusted. On the battlefield, he discovered that armored men were not so different from the creatures of the deep: both could be baited, tangled, and hauled from the safety of their shoals.
What began as necessity soon became legend. Griswald learned to break shield walls by dragging their strongest warriors into waiting spears, and cavalry charges faltered against the fisherman who could not be moved. His comrades began calling him the Angler, for he never struck blindly into the mass. He watched, waited, and chose the single enemy whose fall would unravel all the rest.
The war has carried Griswald far from the waters that raised him, but he still knots his own nets and sharpens his trident each night. He claims he fights only so that one day he may return to his boat and fish in peace. Yet when battle begins and a worthy foe appears beyond the line, something in the Angler awakens—and once Griswald has chosen his catch, no current, army, or act of desperation can pull it free.
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