Cynthia Moonfang<br/>Rank: 1 (Initiate)<br/>HP: 5<br/>Weapon: Orb of Light (Medium; ATK 2, SPD 2<br/>Personal Objectives: Victory in 10 rounds, 3 Letters in 10 Rounds<br/>Skills: Healing 1, Interrogation 1<br/><br/>Cynthia found a spot off on our own with Brannoc to eat and contemplate the war. Loriel had said it herself, there was some deeper political machinations in work. Being off away from the rest of the elves gave her time to think, and also gave her the freedom to slip her bare foot up the inside of Brannoc's thighs. She kept most of her thoughts to herself for the moment. She knew it wasn't something she could figure out without more information. She was anxious to get out into the field, to find more information, and to finally see these orcs she had heard so much about. During the briefing, Cynthia struggled between trying to stay unseen in the back and getting more information in going to the front. Eventually her self preservation lost out, and she moved as close to the front as she could to listen to the briefing. She tried to keep her eyes down on the map, trying to avoid eye contact with Loriel the whole time.<br/><br/>Cynthia moves from 7 to 8.<br/><br/>Cynthia would have liked to keep Brannoc near her. She didn't feel comfortable in the sea of elves, regardless of being one herself. She let the dwarf run off though, they had the same end goal. Cynthia saw two ways to get to Bagruk, she just thought it was safer to go with Loriel and her mob through Drak first. She refused to dress the same as the rest of the army, she needed to stand out in some way, even if that made her more of a target. The bright reds of her clothing fluttering about as she moved with the army. The cloth strips down the sides of her legs fluttering behind her, the strap over the center of the front is tucked between her legs and fluttering behind her, the fabric taut over her pelvis and leaving her creamy thighs fully exposed. The strap that should be covering her ass is fluttering up at her waist, only the thin string of her underwear tucked between her cheeks giving her any 'modesty.' As she moved with the army, she drew her Orb of Light, the white orb in the center of her chest coming free and floating next to her. With the orb removed, more of her cleavage and the center of her chest was exposed, the support for the clothing left the top of the chest covering to hang down while still keeping her nipples hidden. The orb began to glow lightly, hovering over one open hand...<br/>