[Yeah, I get to go before them.  29 Initiative.  17 on the die, +12 modifier.]<br/><br/>Maylea let out a squeak when the snare went off, her face twisting into a furious look.  She couldn't believe it!  She was so much better than this!  When she saw the two shift, however, her eyes went wide.  'Well, that just takes the cake, now don't it?' she thought to herself, even as she tried to wriggle free of the roots.<br/><br/>[Grapple 1: 22.  That one got her.<br/>Grapple 2: 12.  Yeah.  There was no way I could have made that roll.  Even with a nat 20, my total would have been 27.]<br/><br/>However, it was no use at first.  When the both of them grabbed her, she tried to pull away.  Unfortunately, one of them she jerked just enough that it actually tightened the grip it had on her.  The other managed to get her, and she swore colorfully.  "Put me down you Illithid wannabes!" she snapped, and then let out a loud yell.  "UNHAND ME OR DIE!" she shrieked, hoping and praying that her newfound allies would hear her.