[[Oh dear.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/149674">Will Save</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">14</span>]]<br/><br/>She feels the ground tremble. She has to run- get away from whatever nightmare is coming. And yet, that way, there's no<span style="font-style: italic">food</span>but an overgrown naga, everyone else piling in here, and she's still so<span style="font-style: italic">hungry</span>... as if it was a conscious thing, waiting for just a glimmer of hesitation and hunger, the potion's force surges back into her mind. She had to eat. Now! Ally, enemy, it didn't matter, there was food outside her belly and she felt like she was going to explode if she couldn't stuff herself with squirming, live PREY. She keeps just enough control to make sure she dives at someone with scales instead of fur or flesh, again happy that the naga wasn't here... but as she charges at one of the weaker looking blackscales, drool trickling down her chin and a manic, near-mindless frenzy on her face, her physical limitations loom large in her mind. Those lizards were<span style="font-style: italic">big</span>. But... she had to EAT. Crashing into an acolyte, she wraps her arms around his chest, shoving herself against him, and starts trying to find some small part to cram into her desperate mouth first.<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/149675">Grapple Check</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">18</span>Wasn't sure if you intended the +4 bonus to include the initial grapple check, so I didn't include that; it's a 22 if so.]]