'Tis the Time of the Sash's Possession

Moti points her finger, and from her arm, this big, sickly green vine extends. She just rakes across the three of you and knocks you on your butts. Moti: There is no power greater than the power i possess. E dogtey, use om help right now. I needed all three of you to make reflex saving throws,. Sloane got a 14. Plo, two, ten, eightway of with zero. All so everybody has to tell the trut fell saving thruft, i roll the 12 k, you're telling the trutho curley rolled tha, 17. I did not beat it. I got i 20 k.