Recognizing now that some enchantment or illusion must be at work, Xen curses as the grasses themselves ensnare her legs.  "What the fuck is going on here?" she spits in frustration, but keeps a firm grip on her axe and begins to chop her way free of the grass with the blade.  She focuses her attention and tries to feel out the source.  "Keep talking to me, Aeryn, cause I'm not going anywhere!"<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Save failed.  Can I use magic sense?</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2011-09-04 17:55:25, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 12 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31237)</div></div>