Watching as her spell washes over the three others standing in front of her, Cyria is glad to see that at they react in predictable ways to the spell.  On the other hand, she’s less than pleased to see that while the half-orc was reduced to helpless flailing, the mouse and the lizard were not.<br/><br/>Trying to prepare herself for what was inevitably coming, the sheer speed of the tongue once again proved to be more than a match for her reflexes.  Catching her full in the chest, she’s almost yanked off her feet as she’s slowly but steadily pulled closer to her opponent, this time the adhesive on the tongue doing it’s job.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/384504">Concentration check</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+10</span><span style="font-weight: bold">12</span>-> Failue; seems Orokos doesn’t like any of the spellcasters in this fight<br/><br/>Eyeing the eagerly-gaping jaws of the lizard worriedly, Cyria once again launches into spellcasting, but one of her sleeves catches on the tongue and sticks almost instantly fouling her attempt at another spell.<br/><br/>Out of options, as she knows that there’s almost no way that she’d be able to overpower a trained (and likely experienced) predatory fighter in close combat, Cyria turns to the only other thing available to her.  Closing her eyes, she concentrates on the faint but still tangible link that she had felt earlier to Viera.<span style="font-style: italic">&lt;I apologize for being so rude about this, but I don’t really have any choice at the moment…&gt;</span>Grabbing hold of that link, Cyria yanks,<span style="font-style: italic">hard</span>, hoping that she wasn’t about to unleash an angry Primal on everyone present.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/384503">Call to Viera</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">16</span>-> Welp, should be interesting, as this is one of the unlisted positive ones…