<hr/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/8VErshZ.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/T9bo4Ey.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/jVwFWB0.jpg)<br/><br/>Location: Hallway<br/>Exits: Ooze Room, Descending Staicarse<br/><br/><br/>Tulira (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1947798) HP 12/12 | AC 16 | PP 13<br/>Sorine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1947734) HP 10/10 | AC 18 | PP 15<br/>Lilin (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1947785) HP 8/8 | AC 15 | PP 11<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tulira gripped her greatsword tightly at the sounds of the orcs' speech.  Then the door handle wiggled and it opened slowly.  She closed her eyes.  There was nowhere to hide for her and the other two could only hide behind the corpses of the gnolls...save that Sorine's armor would jingle and clink all the way.  There was only one thing to do.<br/><br/>She lifted her weapon high, catching the eyes of the other women and nodding.  As the orc stepped into the room, she swung down upon him.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Attack with Advantage</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-08-29 16:45:03, Armphid (uid: 65288) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 17<br/>At 2019-08-29 16:45:33, Armphid (uid: 65288) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 7<br/>If hits: Greatsword 2d6+3 At 2019-08-29 16:47:39, Armphid (uid: 65288) rolls: 2d6a3 Result: 13 Slashing</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">Assuming that a fight starts<br/>Tulira: At 2019-08-29 16:49:02, Armphid (uid: 65288) rolls: 1d20 Result: 11<br/>Sorine: At 2019-08-29 16:49:27, Armphid (uid: 65288) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 17<br/>Lilin: At 2019-08-29 16:49:51, Armphid (uid: 65288) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 16<br/>Average: 14 </div></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/e3HFNBM.jpg)<br/><br/>Riku (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1947762) HP 10/10 | AC 14 | PP 13<br/><br/>Location: ???<br/>Exits: ???<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Riku clawed at the floor of the strange and terrifying space as the tendrils dragged her backwards,<strong>"No, let gooo!"</strong>They lifted her as though she weighed no more than an apple and she was drawn back down on the altar.<strong>"Ahh!  H-hey, not under there!"</strong>She squirmed and wriggled as they slid under her clothes and armor, feeling the oddly warm and pleasant touch of the ooze appendages on her skin.<br/><br/>The voice boomed out and then the tendrils seemed to flex and bulge.<strong>"W-wait, what are you...ohhhh, what are you doing?"</strong>The pressure grew but only a small part of it was felt by her as the many feeling, groping things pushed outward.  There was a few straining seconds and then she screamed as her clothes and armor practically exploded off of her, showering the area in scraps of leather and cloth.  Buckles and buttons clinked and tinkled as they struck and rolled on the ground.  Her arrows made a clatter as they practically spilled from the quiver, her rapier and daggers thumping here and there out of her line of sight.<br/><br/>Before she could do more than blink, the tendrils were back to her now nude form, the cold air hitting her and raising goose bumps as well as her nipples.<strong>"Ah!  Ohh!"</strong>They ran over her body, feeling, exploring, fondling.  She nibbled her lower lip, her face flushed.  She couldn't get away.  Not without her gear and in the grip of this thing.  She had to try and play along, pray she survived, and could find a way free later.<strong>"I-I won't try to escape,"</strong>she said.  There was no way she could now.<strong>"I promise.  Please...don't h-hurt me."</strong>