<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UZhT7LR.png)</div>"KRAAAH! Off! OFF! Kill it!" Panic. Disgust. Nothing turned Mogroom's stomach like seeing a crittery thing try to snack her. Mogroom hurried a dagger to her hand, tapping it against her tail to coat the blade with a touch of magic. She held the tiny poker towards the centipede defensively while hurrying to blurt out the arcane chants.<br/><br/>"Spray! Spray come, sprayos! Colorblurth! Gaah! It's tickling where it bit me!!" She couldn't, just couldn't get the words right, finish the motions. Arcane power fizzled into nothing, as useful as a clawful of mite poo.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">   Fort save rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128760)<br/><br/>Inititative rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128761)<br/><br/>Move action she pulls a dagger. Then tries to cast color spray defensively.<br/><br/>Concentration check rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128762) <br/><br/>Mogroom loses color spray spell.</div></div>