Alright, I’ll try to save the creature by<strong>Singing a Song of Binding</strong>with a roll of At 2017-01-18 15:29:13, Robyn Hood (uid: 15876) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99232)! Yay! ^_^ So I have hold of 3 currently.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&amp;id=0B7qT0sYksmzheGZySVdmVE5udVU)</div>There is a smirk on her lips when the goo responds. In spite of (or perhaps because of) the danger some of the humor returns to the bard, “You’re not helping!” Lorelei’s eyes close and she runs her hand over the fountain and then seemingly out in the air. Her fingers trace the music, some embedded in the runes and some floating away along lines of power that she can see and feel. Her hand continues to move, as if conducting an unseen orchestra, continuing to follow where it leads until her arm is fully outstretched towards the goo ‘woman’. There is a loud sigh as Lorelei’s eyes snap open to look at this now pathetic creature, her hand still pointed its direction, “This place is, as you should be too.” Doing something bold, she turns on her feel and dives headfirst into the water near the boat. At first appearing to abandon the goo.<br/><br/>Gosh it felt good, the filth she had been covered with from the loins of those foul creatures. Spinning in the water her legs molded and where there were two now there was only a tail and fin. She hadn’t turned back into her native form in some time. This too felt good. Even though there was a curse in it, she didn’t mind masquerading as human but it was still a mask she wore. A skin over her own skin which inherently doesn’t feel natural. Flowing with the water, moving in and out of it, that was true freedom to Lorelei.<br/><br/>She burst from the water, clean again as her silken garments stick to her. Hair flowed outward just a moment before settling against and clinging to her wet body. With the ocean now tilted to the side the mermaid had to look up to see the goo. One arm rested into the boat, her hand gripping the edge of the side, “Yet I cannot leave you here. But I am not your master and once we find our way again, I will set you free.” With that she begins to sing. The music is oddly dissonant and syncopated with long, low fading tones that reflect its gloom. Once more Lorelei’s voice is given form as deep blue and purple ribbons of magic flow along the line of power and into the goo creature and she can feel the invisible bonds of magic wrap around it. “Hurry now,” her hand taps the boat’s bottom, “or you will be left behind.” Lorelei’s voice vibrates still from the magic and she has a teasing smile.