Status: Skirt & outfit generally damaged, carrying a griffon egg, Shield for 2 min? (AC 22)<br/>HP 83 of 83     Spells remaining: 1 of 7 1st, 2 of 4 2nd, 1 of 1 from bonded object<br/>Ammunition remaining: 15 (+3 in pack) common arrows, 15 silvered, 20 cold iron, 3 Tangleshot<br/><hr/>"All work and no play..." Rayne muttered, as the glowing-eyed Sabrith chopped her way through the grille.  If only she'd seen the end of that old movie - she was pretty sure the family got away, but couldn't remember how.  They did run, she knew that much.  As she was doing.<br/><br/>As the floor approached the barely-jumping Rayne, she had just a moment to reflect that she shouldn't have taunted Sabrith, before she flopped down ungracefully.  She had been wondering, as she ran, about the nature of mind control here.  What she'd seen before, with the collars, seemed to be a sort of puppet-like control over the body, or something similar, with the player watching their character running amok.  But was this different?  Sabrith seemed... mentally affected.  Was that possible?  That was more frightening than anything seen before, if true... if actions here could reach out and affect the intent, the behaviour, the thoughts of the players... perhaps it was this pre-occupation with the background situation that sealed Rayne's fate with the trap....<br/><hr/>Reflex (sentimental): At 2014-08-10 01:11:23, victoria4 (uid: 37138) rolls: 1d20a5 DC: 25 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62719)<br/><hr/>Before Rayne could catch herself, the blocks fell away, and she fell with them.  She couldn't see what lay ahead, but she would take no chance - the command word for Feather Fall had become instinctive from repeated use, and now she shouted it out clearly, slowing her plummet while the floor-blocks continued accelerating away below her.<br/><br/>Still falling, she called out to Sabrith.  "Guess you won't be playing with me, Sabrith..."<br/>