<span style="font-weight: bold"> Lorelei, Niketu, Hestruui </span><br/><br/>Standing inside the wide-swung door of the cage, Hestruui notices - with a smug little smirk - that Lorelei's eyes seem to be wandering. So, this elf liked what she saw, did she? Not even bothering to hide the amused expression on her face, Hestruui saunters forwards with all the bravado of someone thatwas entirely in control of the situation, as if the fact that the remaining prisoners had escaped from their cages and were now furiously fighting the guards behind her bothered her not in the slightest. As if everything were perfectly under control.<br/><br/>"Like what you see, cutie?" Hestruui's simple question is punctuated with another soft *slap* of the strangely spiked club into her open palm "I do hope you do." She says simply, walking forwards with a leisurely saunter. Again, the soft *slap* of the club slapping her open palm punctuates her sentence, lending just a hint of physical meaning to her softly spoken words. Pausing just five feet from Lorelei, Hestruui slings the strange-looking club over her shoulder, reaching up her free hand and giving one of her full, round breasts a soft little squeeze, gazing at the elf captive almost seductively as she teases herself "I think I'll make you a part of this lucious little body of mine. After all - the master will certainly forgive if I enjoyed a meal in self defense, now wouldn't he?  Mmm...and I must admit..." Hestruui's abnormally long tongue slowly curls across her lips, leaving a faint, wet glimmer in it's wake "...You look delicious, dear. Don't fret - It'll be quick..."<br/><br/>Niketu, in defense of his master, boldly jumps between Lorelei and Hestruui, his hackles risen, tail lifted agressively, tiny, weasely-teeth glimmering dangerously in the light...<br/><br/>Or, at least, that is what he would have done....if he were not climbing up the back of Lorelei's shirt to hide. Tiny, but sharp, little weasel claws dig in painfully to Lorelei's back as the little, furry ball of fluff does everything in his power to make himself scarce. The result ends with Lorelei looking like hunchback, the fluffy mustilid completely hidden from view beneath the fabric of the elf's top - save for the long white tail that stuck almost straight up out of the neck of her shirt. How the weasel had managed to get in there, upside down, and hold himself...well, was only for scared weasels to know.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Lorelei wrote:</cite> "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... </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Hestruui hardly seemed threatened, or even impressed, when Lorelei begins to call upon the innate magical ability contained within her body. Silly elf - it mattered not HOW many times she tried to work her magic, the bracelet around her wrist would suck all the energy away before it ever truely had a chance to materialize. Psionic ability, innate arcane ability, or even the power of the gods themselves - nothing managed to make it to a spellcaster's fingertips with that bracelet on.<br/><br/>Lorelei can easily see the somewhat smug look on the tiefling's face suddenly melt away when the black, sparkling trails of magic begin to waft from her fingertips, the intricate handsigns drawing more and more energy, forming the basis of a spell. Hestruui's eyes slowly widen in shock, her eyes immediently flicking to the elf's left wrist, where the bracelet should be. IT WAS GONE?!?!<br/><br/>Surprise etched on her face, Hestruui rears back to swing, intent on distrupting the magic of the spell - but, long before she ever manages to swing, Lorelei botches the spell without the aid of another. The tiefling stares as the magic energy simply dissipates in a less-than-impressive puff of harmless black sparks, the smug expression on her face suddenly rematerializing. Oh, now this was too rich...<br/><br/>Suddenly feeling quite sure of herself once again, Hestruui advances on Lorelei, grinning murderously "Hrm. I don't know where your bracelet went, but it looks like we didn't need to muzzle this pretty little elf after all. And here I thought you were proficient in magic. Now, be a good girl...and SIT!"<br/><br/>Rearing back with the strange-looking club, Hestruui swings it forwards in a massive haymaker arc, just about waist-level...<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;">Attack roll - 1d20 (16) + 6 = 22. Hit!<br/>The spikes catch in Lorelei, and Hestruui gets a free trip attempt. (Lorelei CAN attempt to trip back if she fails, though she may just drop her club instead)<br/>Trip attempt - 1d20(14) + 2 +4 (weapon) = 20. Lorelei must make a DC 20 str or dex check, or fall prone before Hestruui.</div></div></div><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 takes 1d6(5) + 2 = <span style="font-weight: bold">7</span> subdual damage</div></div></div><br/><br/>Hestruui's club connects solidly with the back of Lorelei's thigh, just beneath her rear, with a loud, resounding *SMACK!*. The strange spikes along the ring of the flat-headed club easily lock against the backside of Lorelei's leg, and with - grabbing the handle of her weapon in both hands - Hestruui YANKS backwards with all of her might, attempting to yank the elf's legs out from under her and send her down onto the cage floor right on her back.<br/><br/><br/>Lorelei -<span style="color: #008000">23/30</span><br/><br/><br/>Part 2/5