<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Kobold Game Hunter<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Selphie, Alec, Sarissa<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Risppt boggled at the giant golden glowing dick that burned into existence and then swung with a mighty force to smash, head to head so to speak, into the goblin attacker. Seeming the figure tumble and then stop moving, he had wondered if for a moment he had just lost TOO much blood and was seeing things. Or perhaps more not seeing whatever had swung that giant club that to his eyes looked...as it did. He wasn't overly familiar with most magics as the shaman of his tribe were covetous and secret, mostly only using what little power they did possess for divination types of spells.<br/><br/>Whatever thoughts that had been going through his mind however were rapidly and immediately wiped out as he felt the arms of the pretty priest lady wrap themselves around his lithe figure as she pulled herself close to him while also pulling his draconic snout along with the rest of his face right into her ample bosom. He nuzzled into that warmth, wanting to lose himself there a bit as that gash in his side was like a twisting thorn, poking at the beast to try to awaken it. Other hungers didn't help that either, as that soft flesh and warm body of Selphie remained close against him. He hoped that the others had success in dealing with the other Goblin's, he certainly didn't hear any sounds of combat or shouting.<br/><br/>His own arms did reach to hug her back, not saying anything in response but to just enjoy the small calm, figuring that the pretty priest lady would have a better eye on things than he did currently since his face was, happily, buried in her breasts. Inhaling her scent and bathed in her warmth he wouldn't readily return to the combat unless the priestess gave shout of danger or information about their travelling companions. Despite the wound, he could still fight though it would have been nice if there was a long enough break he could stop the bleeding, probably will still need to seek the temple after.