Status: Skirt damaged<br/>HP<strong>83</strong>of 83     Spells remaining: 7 of 7 1st, 4 of 4 2nd, 1 of 1 from bonded object<br/>Ammunition remaining: 17 (+8 in pack) common arrows, 15 silvered, 20 cold iron, 2 Slow Burn, 3 Tangleshot, 2 Pixie arrows (pink charm, yellow forget)<br/><hr/>She might not normally have wanted to trade favours for help as she was doing now, but Rayne had to admit the Lilliputian scale of the penis between her fingers was interesting, even amusing.  Somehow, it was disarming, making her feel she wasn't really compromising her principles as much as she might otherwise have felt.  And when Deuxion began to respond, his tiny hands gripping her fingers and pulling... she was quite taken up with her unusual task.  So much so that she almost forgot the purpose; if Deuxion hadn't shouted out instructions at the right moment she might have forgotten to coat the arrows.  Even so she was almost too late, and then almost too distracted by the sparkly colour of his jizm to aim correctly.  Who could have known?  Fortunately she wasn't struck by the urge to laugh at the incongruity of it until somewhat later, and then she was able to keep it to just a chortle as Deuxion slept on.<br/><br/>So now she had some new, powerful arrows that might allow her to obtain an egg without harming the mother griffon - and without inducing any retribution from the male.  "Deuxion?  Deuxion... oh well.  Thank you, little man.  Or I should say, 'you're welcome'."  She retrieved her cup, then made a detour to the path to retrieve her cold iron weapons before ascending to the peak of Greenspire.  She also restocked her quiver, and checked several times to be sure she could retrieve the correct Pixie arrow at will - her magical quiver, as always, made it simple to lay her fingers on the desired shaft.  She considered preparing a spell - Shield, for instance - but decided it would be insufficient help, for too short a duration.  She wondered, too, if Mage Hand might not ease her task ... but its range was limited, and she would have to speak from within the Griffon's no-doubt-keen hearing range.  No... she'd have to walk up and collect the egg herself.<br/><br/>To sneak, or not to sneak?  Rayne lay just under the crest of the hill, occasionally glancing over the rim to check on her target.  She might be able to approach safely - but if she failed, the griffon would surely be on guard.  Or worse, it might make enough noise to draw its mate!  At that thought, the half-elf scanned the sky again, just to be sure she was still facing just the one.<br/><br/>No... the best bet was to take a shot.  It was her best skill, and if the female griffon was asleep, there was no risk.  She was sleepy to begin with.  And also, influencing Rayne's decision, the half-bird was not positioned to crush its eggs if it fell into a deeper sleep.  Very good, then.<br/><br/>Carefully selecting her white Pixie arrow, Rayne half-drew her bow, then stood over the crest and let fly, counting on her superb marksmanship to fair luck to down her foe.  The former was with her, but this time the latter let her down, alas.  Groping for a pink arrow, Rayne watched the griffon rise up, eye transfixing the hapless adventurer.<br/><hr/>Surprise ranged touch: 1d20a14 DC: 9 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=61700)<strong>Hit</strong><br/>Griffon's save: 1d20 DC: 11 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=61701)<strong>Not asleep</strong><br/>Initiative: 1d20 DC: 12 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=61702)<strong>Griffon acts first</strong><br/>