<div class="floatleft">(https://i.warosu.org/data/tg/img/0369/30/1419324661606.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Leyana Swiftwater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14250851#msg14250851)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Waterfall<br/><strong>Content</strong>: getting ugly, trying to keep her cool<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: GM, a quaggoth<br/><hr/><br/>The motions were monotonous. Fill buckets, carry them to the waterfall. Dump the buckets and repeat. She was being very careful each and every time that she dumped piss and shit over the edge of the waterfall. After all, she had valuable equipment there that she didn't want to fall out. If it meant getting some crap on her hands, then so be it. The equipment was going to gain her freedom, and that couldn't get a price put on it.<br/><br/>As careful as she was about ensuring her bounty remained in her grasp and not over the side of the waterfall, she missed the drow soldier coming up behind her. It was an easy mistake to make...she was concentrating on something else, and the water roaring over the edge was loud. Drow were also in their home here in the underdark. And so she didn't see it until the last moment, when a hand grabbed her by the hair and shoved her forward.<br/><br/>She wanted to scream, but held it in as nothing more than sharp gasp. Green eyes widened as she looked down, unable to really see much save for the river below and the steam of the water as it hit. Leyana gripped immediately to the rope that was all that stood between her and certain death. The move of course pressed her against the drow soldier behind her. She could feel his arousal, causing her to give a tremor of fear.<br/><br/>A harsh hiss passed Leyanas lips as she was wrenched back by her hair. Eyes squeezed shut as she felt that second hand slither down her breeches. Her body was a bit more receptive than she had wished...merely because of the vial which was settled within her. As the dross finger pushed into her, she flinched, her body trembling gently. As she was released, she made sure not to turn back around. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.<br/><br/>Leyanna was hoping she could support herself, take a moment to compose herself and move on. She cursed her lapse of situational awareness, though the second voice had her tensing. Then she realized...the voice had spoken elven. Slowly she turned to look to the Quaggoth that was lumbering over the bridge to her. Not seeing anyone else, she stayed tense, knowing how violent they could be.<br/><br/>It spoke again, introducing itself and speaking perfect elvish. A brow arched, her head tilting to the side as she responded.<strong>"A shame about the dwarf. She had spunk. What are you doing here, and how did you end up like a Quaggoth?"</strong>Leyanna knew that the drow could be merciless...it was what they were famous for. It was not beyond the realm of impossible that they had transmutated an elven Prince into something ghastly.