<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong><br/>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>:  23 / 23<br/><strong>XP</strong>:  1 / 8<br/><strong>Thirst</strong>:  1<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr/><br/>Isma couldn't hold back the low chuckle in her throat as the noble paladin let out such a sweet sound at her sinful squeezing, "so this is what it means to be blessed by the gods..." she mused under her breath, only loud enough for Vafi herself to hear it, the incredulous jester playfully weighing the mighty mounds with her palms as if measuring them on a set of scales, "well they say that divine provenance comes with a heavy burden...I do hope they have miracles to help with lower back pain"  she cooed, this one of the few times she regretted wearing such thick gloves, as it prevented her from truly appreciating the feel she was copping.<br/><br/>Having started the day with a meal in her belly, a song in her heart, and a pair of titties in her hands, Isma was about as chipper as one could be, practically bouncing with each step she took, whistling all the way to the graveyard. When the young paladin suddenly called her out the jester didn't stop and tremble at her stern tone, nor did she even turn to look the girl in the face, merely glimpsing back over her shoulder at her, "Really now? Oh my god Vafi...or I suppose I should say 'oh<em>your</em>god'...you're not really that rattled are you?" she mused, the smile carved into her mask somehow seeming extra wide and condescending, "Come now, a true chosen one needs a bit more mettle than that I think. Where's your stoicism? Your grit? Your iron will? You can't be blushing like a maiden and moaning like a whore just from someone slapping those fate tits a little. It's not like I diddled that assuredly air tight cunt of yours, or gods forbid poked around between those juicy cheeks...I mean with a reaction that sharp you might as well have screamed "I'm a hopeless virgin!" from the top of your lungs, and for someone who carries themselves like some sort of femme fatale I can't imagine anything more damaging to your image" she playfully chided, acting as if she had done nothing wrong at all, and that it was Vafi's fault for reacting so strongly.<br/><br/>"Ah, but as much as I'd like to keep talking about all those holes we've yet to explore, it appears we're here!" Isma cooed as they entered the rather unceremoniously kept cemetery, being only a quick skip from the village, "ughh, though I've got to say it ain't the prettiest graveyard I've ever seen...wouldn't even make my top 5 if I were being honest" she mused, bobbing through the unorganized mess of graves, most of which weren't even properly marked, "I mean I've seen some cemeteries so nice you could fuck a noble's wife in them, real romantic kind of stuff. I wouldn't even drag a cheap whore out here..." she mused, continuing with her unsolicited commentary before suddenly dropping down to her hands and knees to examine the ground around the parameter of the graveyard. Unfortunately, between the blushing maiden accompanying her and the...uh...sudden<em>dryness</em>in her throat...Isma found it difficult to actually focus on looking for clues...No...it went beyond just being distracted by a nice set of jugs...her ears suddenly started ringing faintly, her eyes crossing as she stared down at the grass, everything kinda blurring together in a solid mat of green that she couldn't make heads or tails of as far as tracking anything, "Agh!...ummm...heheh, why don't you take over investigating this area? I think it'd be easier for a beginner to parse out. I'm gonna go...uh...check out the other side..." she excused herself, stiffly straightening herself up, like a drunk overcompensating to try and stay stable, and slumping away from the girl as she tried to collect herself.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-11-11 23:29:51, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 2d6a-1 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=126421)<br/>Under 6: gain 1 thirst</div></div>