Natacia was ready, or at least she had thought she was. She hadn't drawn her blade yet, no sense tipping off her new friend that she knew he was here. The crossbow was too risky too...he was too close, could rush her before she could get an effective shot. She remained ready to draw when that voice echoed in her ears....and continued to ring inside her head, leaving her feeling very sluggish. What had he done to her? With some effort she pulled herself to her feet, drawing her greatsword but finding her movements significantly slowed.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Failed Save</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2015-04-10 23:19:04, schnookums (uid: 830) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=74243)</div></div>