<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Felina</strong></div>(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/034/8/3/8379a686673826263917e3fbab58e64a.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Class:</strong> Rogue (http://adventure.shoutwiki.com/wiki/Rogue)/Escape artist<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 25/30<br/><strong>Def:</strong> 11/11<br/><strong>Hit:</strong> -2<br/><strong>Special:</strong><br/>- Concealed: no penalties from immobility, dodge any hit that is a multiple of three<br/><strong>Bondage:</strong><br/> - Torso: 2, bound<br/> </div></div></div><br/>Suddenly, Felina was yanked out of her melancholy by her instincts. It was not a sound that alarmed her, nor a sight and even less a smell. Not it was the absence of sound. Suddenly, everything became quiet around her. Normally, she would have noticed it earlier but her reveries had kept her distracted until it was, almost, too late. Suddenly, the silence became so loud that she emerged from her miserable thoughts. At first her head stood up as she turned it swiftly, her pointed ears scanning the surrounding as her eyes were too blinded by the fire to be of any use. No cricket rattling, no ant walking, no mouse trotting. Something was afoot.<br/><br/>She began to stand up…<br/><br/>At that moment she heard a woofing sound coming from behind. She began to turn and suddenly something hit her, coiled itself several times around her torso, pressing her arms against her sides, before twirling together on itself. At the same time, the impact made her stagger backwards and she nearly fell into her fire. The shock hit her like a whip, cutting the air out of her lungs while the rope dug deep into her breasts.<br/><br/>The dancing glow of the dying fire shed light on her lithe body. She was short, like all Elves, a little more than 5 feet, with willowy, athletic limbs and a taut silhouette. She wore the shreds of a green-silk dress that barely went down to the middle of her thighs while her round, firm, apple-sized breasts threatened to explode out of its top, bulging in between the criss-crossed strap of the bolas. Her white arms were bare and she wore delicate leather sandals on her feet. To a leather belt cinching her narrow waist hanged two daggers, a collection of throwing darts, a slingshot with a bag of ammunition.<br/><br/>Felina's face turned from shocked surprise to horror as the half-orc entered the light. The attacker was probably twice her size and all in her horripilated the Elf's delicate sense of beauty and grace. Even the smell that came from her was revolting.<br/><br/>Anyway, Felina quickly recovered from her initial shock and, without trying to escape from the bolas, she swiftly kicked into the fire sending glowing embers towards the Orc. She did not hope to hurt her with that but she expected to startle her, maybe blind her a little bit, just to earn her some time to find a hiding. It was clear to the Elf that she did not stand any chance against such a monster in hand-to-hand combat.<br/><br/>The kick immediately plunged the small clearing into darkness and her elven senses took over. She sprinted to the closest suitable tree and, despite her arms being bound to her waist, managed to climb its trunk using only her hands and her legs. She climbed until she was well hidden in the foliage, about 10 feet above the ground and readied herself for her next move.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Concealment:</strong> Self-buff: Find a safe spot to settle into. Removes all defensive penalties from Standing Still. Lasts until struck by an attack or you choose to move. Rogues using this ability automatically dodge any hit roll that is a multiple of 3. (no roll needed)<br/></div></div>