<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human Cleric<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Risppt, Yokun, Open<br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>15/15<br/><hr/><strong></strong><br/><strong>"Well looky that boozy bastard fly!"</strong>Selphie said with admiration while doing just that. Her momentary distraction from her job of distracting combined with the exceedingly ungraceful swooping of Yokun had caused the remaining kobold to snap its head away from her bouncing tits to see what all the commotion was. That made Selphie's stomach drop in dread - she should have played it cool instead of giving Yokun away like that - and raised her bound wrists in sheer panic. She was casting a spell, but not one like she had ever cast before. Magic was intent, and her desires were begrudgingly and incrementally shifting from selfish to service. Not only did she not want to be dead weight, she was actually<em>doing</em>something about it!<br/><br/>The visual of her spell work looked entirely ordinary. There was nothing out of line to what would be expected, but there was a new undercurrent of power as she began to channel with an understanding of one of Casta's mantras in mind: pleasure was found not only receiving, but giving. She wasn't waiting for someone to do the dirty work. She wasn't waiting for someone to find the quest objective. She wasn't even waiting to be saved! She was giving; freely lending her own talents for the sake of a common goal. Selfish Selphie the Cantankerous Cleric was growing up!<br/><br/>Feeling the warmth of the Goddess flow through her was exhilarating. The playful practice she had done up to this point was nothing in comparison, and she aimed the spell with the intent to hit with a knock-out force. Luckily, Yokun was doing a beautiful job of lowering the defenses of the brute! He was unprepared for her sudden onset of magical might. With a pleasurable moan, she thrust her arms down and launched the holy energy at the Kobold, hitting him square in the head.<br/><br/>That was it! Success! The big guy went down like a sack of potatoes and Selphie jumped in victory. She had half a mind to shout in glee, but she realized that she had already spoken too much.<strong>"Yokun?"</strong>she whispered, looking at Risppt. They needed to move and she would wait for him to lead her like the obedient slave girl she was (pretending to be). To her credit, she had a sense of urgency and alertness that showed she was ready for the battle they were in.