<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">This took so much longer than it should have. <img alt=":oops:" src="./images/smilies/icon_redface.gif" title="Embarassed"/> Please pardon my choppy writing this time around!<br/><br/>Akiada: First a Judge Dredd dog, now Dirty Harry... I wonder which hardboiled cop Dagnyr is going to turn into! <img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/></div></div></div><br/><br/>Lorelei might not be privy to the full details of her queen's plan, but its elegance is obvious nonetheless, as are its results so far: that damnable drow trinket that shackled her power for days lies in a smoldering ruin on the floor of her cage, and the door to the same stands half open, inviting her to take the first step toward freedom. A quick survey of the cavern assures her that her fellow prisoners have escaped as well, and have much the same inclinations as herself: already, three of the four have thrown themselves into acts of gluttonous revenge without a second's hesitation.<br/><br/>For her part, Lorelei is content to wait and enjoy the sensation of her queen's returning power as it infuses her body. There's no hurry, after all; between the escapees, the invaders, and Travian, the other prison guards will have their hands full for quite some time - plenty of time for her to deal with her personal tormentors uninterrupted. The only question in her mind is which of the morsels-to-be will be first to volunteer herself as an appetizer...<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Qulan wrote:</cite>"...All yours, dear."</div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Hmph... pathetic.</span>Lorelei glowers at Qulan's cowardly rejection of her challenge in favor of lending her 'aid' to Domlan. The lizardgirl talked a good hunt against caged prey, but in the end she's nothing more than a prey thief. Digesting such a feeble creature would bring her little nutriment or satisfaction, beyond that of vengeance served. Hestruui, on the other hand... Lorelei can't help but admire the tiefling's courage, foolhardy though it may be, as she struts forward with enough bravado to more than compensate for her comrade's failings. Nor does Hestruui's body disappoint: from the sway of the tiefling's robes, Lorelei's hungry eyes trace a set of curves every bit as proud as their bearer, well muscled and padded. Adding this one to her body will be a great pleasure indeed.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Hestruui wrote:</cite>"Fine, elf. You asked for it, and you shall receive."</div></blockquote><br/>Lorelei answers Hestruui's challenge with a soft chuckle, offering the tiefling the grin of a cat to a pinned rodent. "Indeed I shall," she says. "But first, I have something for you..." Lorelei's grin spreads as her fingers begin tracing a pattern in the air, leaving razor-thin contrails of sparkling blackness in their wake. The eldritch words of her curse gather on the tip of her tongue...<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Lorelei attempts to cast <span style="font-style: italic">bestow curse</span> defensively.<br/><br/>Concentration: 1d20 (2) + 14 = 16, failure<br/><br/>Lorelei's spell fizzles... T_T</div></div></div><br/>... and, to her great consternation, adamantly refuse to go any further. Lorelei blinks in surprise, her frosty demeanor cracking visibly as she grapples with the syllables that refuse to budge.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Oh, come now,</span>one half of Lorelei's mind tells the other.<span style="font-style: italic">It's just</span>cinniúint cruálach.<span style="font-style: italic"> Is that so hard? Hurry, and say it before the magic falls apart!</span><br/><br/>"Cinni... cinna... cinnamon cruller!" Lorelei's mouth shouts, a moment late and a mile off target. Her frigid tone barely clings to the first syllable before thawing back to her ordinary voice, bringing with it the bemused expression of what passes for the 'ordinary' Lorelei. What remains of the curse hovering around her fingers collapses in a harmless shower of black sparks that vanish halfway to the floor.<br/><br/>"Oh, that dratted thing!" Lorelei gives her hand a dirty look and a shake to remove the prickle of lingering arcane power, and offers Hestruui a sheepish grin. "I swear, this hardly ever happens. I'll have another in a just a moment, if you'll let me..."