Okay,<strong>Parley</strong>check (drumroll please)... At 2017-02-10 10:19:10, Robyn Hood (uid: 15876) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99985). Phew. 1 and 6, was lucky on that second die but not quite a full success!<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&amp;id=0B7qT0sYksmzhOTc0a0pod2R5SGs)</div>With their height difference, Lorelei finds herself staring straight at the elemental’s long swinging dick. Her head actually tilts, an unconscious move while observing the creature. There was little need for such… appendages as far as she understood the elementals. The ones that roamed and guarded the sea around her home were more like living tempests. Storms that raged or brought quiet rain. Occasionally they would take form; usually a facsimile of humanoid shape or a giant face in a cloud to frighten or intimidate those around them.<br/><br/>There was a long moment where the bard could not remove her eyes from the creature’s manhood. Then she felt the prick, fingers of her left hand curled slightly and her attention turned to them. Skrathial’s ring of course, the pulse of pain as she resisted the salacious thoughts creeping into the back of her mind. But she must and she did. Even as her gaze went upwards, she was still very impressed by the elemental. Though unlike those familiar to her, it showed similar qualities. It’s rolling, tempestuous body, booming voice, the rage of the sea at its control. All these things worked their magic and Lorelei was afraid, although doing her best not to show it. Instead she stepped one foot back leaning into a bow in a show of respect and spread her arms, “Please great master of the waves, I sense your power and do not deny should you wish, you could easily sweep us up and do as you wish. But I am merely looking to return to my own world and my friend,” motioning to Lynn, “Is seeking one.”<br/><br/>Lorelei stands demurely, “We have no desire to be taken against our will,” her eyes cast upwards, her voice coy, hoping her instinct is correct, “Perhaps something you know too well. The sea is large and boundless, as its denizens should be as well?” She pauses to gage his reaction, a line weaved of rhetoric cast forth, hopefully it would take the bait. “You seek to protect, not imprison? We have done no harm, our trails merely a faint line in the sand easily washed away by the next wave. What threat are we? You know we are not, yet you are compelled to do his bidding?” She took a breath, hand clasped as she asked, “Perhaps you have no choice but to obey, if so please at least tell me your tale before imprisoning us? If you still have your will, maybe my friend and I can help?”