Hex attempts to resist! [roll0]
(if it fails I'm gonna HP it, so I'll just roll that now too to save a post; disregard this if her initial roll succeeds) [roll1]
The cloud of hatred washes over her, bringing the taste of bile into her throat and threatening to crush her, drown her, drag her down...
No!
Her aura, the light of her soul magic, erupts around her, outlining her in whorls of red and purple mixing into all shades in between. There was a time once, perhaps, when she wouldn't have had the confidence to stand up to this...but that time was past!
HP 3
Fatigue 1