<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/White_paladin_dantewontdie.jpg)</div>Otavia opened her mouth to answer Merrick, only to feel the orc once more attempting to wrest her mind from her.  She shook her head, as if that would banish the dark magic, then turned to Merrick and let out a whispered.<strong>"Keep going."</strong>As she did so, she felt the spell's vice-like grip on her mind.  Her hand released her grip on the rope.  She didn't slide, the spell she had cast allowing her to rest one hand on the chute and have it stick as if covered in glue.  She began to move herself down towards the orc, the voice inside her mind screaming in protest, but unable to control her own body.  Finally, she reached the bottom of the chute and stood, straight-backed and chin up as if she was a soldier about to be reviewed.<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">HP: 13/19<br/>Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +4<br/>0 - Daze, Read Magic, <del>Light</del>, Mage Hand<br/>1 - Shield, <del>Burning Hands</del>, Feather Fall, Endure Elements<br/>2 - Knock, Levitate, <del>Spider Climb</del></tt><br/><br/>OOC:<br/>Will: At 2016-07-07 20:44:50, Jaded (uid: 39556) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=90113)<br/>