1-14 (Bad)

You try to concentrate on the words and the gestures, but the situation is too threatening, the stakes to high.

Your nervousness makes you fumble important pronounciations, and the spell fizzles into a couple sparks flying from your hands.

The drow laughs, as her spiders quickly dispatch your friends. "What's the matter little girl? Not feeling well today?" she triumphantly turns around to hear the roaring, spiteful laughter of her comrades. The spiders look at her expectantly. "Right... spiders..."

You and your comrades are being stripped down to your undergarments. You balk at the indignation, but a glare from the drow silences you completely... that and the purple gallbag she seems to pull out of nowhere, shoving it into your mouth, fastening it with black leather straps. "Don't get any ideas little mage girl, this is not to prevent you from casting your birthday tricks!", she again looks back at her spiders. "I need to get myself some minions with a sense of humor."

Again you want to protest, but with a shake of his head, Paladin urges you to stay quiet. Also with his head, he gestures for you to look around. Now you too notice, that rogue isn't among the captured. Rogue huh, you think to yourself, at least your last hope isn't a complete moron. With your hands bound together with spider silk, you are then being led deeper into the Underdark.