<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UZhT7LR.png)</div>It died in a flash of stabs and bites, but not quick enough. Mogroom felt her coordination numb, fingers fumbled, nearly dropping the dagger. The strange sensation kept on spreading in light tremors, stealing away Mogroom's sense of body at a pace scarier than the bite itself.<br/><br/>She screamed, again.<acronym title="KRAAAAH! Is not behaving.">"KRAAAH! Ish not behaving."</acronym>Screamed again. Even tongue was flopping around all wrong.<acronym title="Numb! It bit me! Feeling strange!">"Numb! Ith bith me! Feeling thrange!"</acronym>Poison of some sort. It had to be.<acronym title="Poison, poissssson. Poison!">"Poithon, poithhhhon. Pothhhh!"</acronym>Rats. It just wouldn't come out right. Mogroom took Nug by the shoulders and tried to give her a shake so she might understand, staring wide eyes of frustrated panic at her.<acronym title="Poison! You help me now!">"Poittthon! Huu halpf mhe nhao!"</acronym><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">   Fort roll numbah 2:<br/>At 2019-01-21 11:52:04, Mogroom (uid: 29273) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129822)</div></div>