<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Images, some nsfw</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ogre-kin<br/>(http://i.imgur.com/iRtO0Yq.jpg)<br/><br/>Thovas Redborn<br/>(http://i.imgur.com/3ZPJ1qK.jpg)<br/><br/>Erillias nieces<br/>(http://i.imgur.com/MdjU1JB.jpg)<br/><br/>'The Master'<br/>(http://i.imgur.com/AECiVcl.jpg)<br/></div></div></div>Erillia ‘the White’ realized the nature of the trap as the brutish half ogre slid the delicate looking collar about her neck.  The collar itself would normally have been little impediment to a sorceress of her caliber.  The ability to magically turn herself into a mouse or a sparrow should have been in her grasp.  Should have been, but for the silver and agate collar.  The agate gemstone had been enchanted with an antimagic field and Erilia could access neither her spells, nor her magical abilities.  Heavy steel manacles followed after, binding her wrists behind her back, and a matching pair for her ankles, restricting her movements.<br/><br/>She couldn’t even fight back, so thoroughly had the group of ogre-kin beaten her after she’d fallen into the pit that had been waiting for her.  No, her opponent had laid out this trap, had planned it well, and had known she would be coming.  This had been no simple raid by ogres, this had been laid out specifically for her, and she’d walked right into it.  But who?<br/><br/><strong>“Oh I do love that look of confusion on your bloodied face Erillia,”</strong>a voice called from the shadows beyond a particularly large half ogre.<strong>“Confusion about what is going on, mixed with the realization of what you’ve walked into.  It’s such delightful revenge.”</strong><br/><br/>The voice was familiar, but she didn’t place it.  At least not until the blue orb of light flared into being in his hand and he stepped out from behind his massive thug.  Then realization hit her, she did recognize this red robed wizard.<br/><br/><em><strong>“Vizer Thovas,”</strong> </em>Erillia spat disdainfully, and with a small spray of blood from her rapidly swelling and split lip.<br/><br/><strong>“No!”</strong>he cried, slamming his staff on the ground with a resounding crack.<strong>“Vizer no longer, thanks to you.  You may call me Thovas Redborn now, for I lost my position as the Emperor's Vizer after you interfered in my plans.”</strong><br/><br/><em><strong>“Your position as the Emperor’s puppet master, you mean,” </strong></em>Erillia said even as one eye began to swell shut.<em><strong>“Did you really think that no one noticed?”</strong></em><br/><br/><strong>“Silence!” </strong>he cried in a fit of rage.  Any retort that Erillia may have had was lost as half ogre’s fist, half the size of her head, impacted along her jaw.  She may have passed out for only a moment or for several minutes, but when Erillia blinked her one good eye open again she was being hauled to her feet by two of the ogre kin.  Thovas stood, still glaring fifteen feet away, just outside of the bubble of anti-magic.  He spat at her and resumed,<strong> “It took me several years to plot my revenge, but how I’ve longed for this day.  I considered dispatching you myself, but decided against it.  You need to suffer as I have, understand the fall from power the way I did.  Death would be too kind, you need to be broken.  As much as I’d like to do it myself, I understand how dangerous you are, and I don’t want you to have the chance to turn the tables on me.  So I made a deal with someone to take you far away, and punish you for me.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Yesssss,” </strong>a second voice hissed from the darkness.  A pair of small lights lit the darkness, and even in her pain hazed mind, she came to realize they weren’t lights, but eyes, glowing red eyes, slitted like a snakes.  The second figure stepped forwards into Tovas’s light and she saw him then.  Dark skinned, black hair, a pointed goatee and a suit of armor that looked like it had been made of black scales with golden inlay that fit him like a second skin.<strong>“I shall enjoy playing with this one.  I shall take her now.”</strong><br/><br/>Thovas held out his hand to the sinister stranger,<strong>“Not yet, first she must see what she has wrought.  I want her to know what she will be missing while she is gone to your realm.” </strong>Then to the ogre-kin that held her he motioned,<strong> “Bring her.”</strong><br/><br/>Erillia’s toes drug along the ground and she wanted nothing more than to slip back into unconsciousness as she was dragged along the cavern’s passage.  But then at a side passage, she was brought to the edge of a cliff and looked down at a large cavern.  Below forges burned hot and the sounds of picks striking rocks was unceasing.  Erillia noticed that the cave was manned by half ogres like the two that held her, and was being worked by humans.  But then she noticed that most of the humans were women, of all ages.  She couldn’t help but draw in a bloody gasp as she realized that she recognized some of the women.<br/><br/><strong>“Yes,” </strong>Thovas said from outside of the anti magic field,<strong>“You didn’t think I’d take that villiage’s women and kill the men for no reason did you?  They will work these mines until they die or their will breaks.  If the former, then no loss to me.  But if the latter they will be sent to my breeding pits to bear the next generation of my loyal ogre kin army.  All except for those two, there, do you see them?”</strong><br/><br/>Erillia’s eyes followed Thovas’s finger till she saw two young women chained to a mine cart.  Her nieces! Thovas laughed,<strong>“I think when those two break, I shall keep them as my own personal harem slaves.  I rather like the idea of chaining them to my bed or throne and using them like meat.  But first I’ll break them and make them beg for that honor.”</strong><br/><br/>He laughed and the sound filled her ears like rancid oil.  Even at this distance with only one eye, Erillia could see the way her two nieces were being tortured.  Worked to exhaustion, kept mostly nude, and with magical implements stimulating them.  They would break eventually, physically, mentally, and emotionally.<br/><br/><strong>“You can take her now,”</strong>Thovas said.  Then another blow to the back of her head caused it to be the last thing that Erillia heard from the evil wizard.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When she woke, she knew she was somewhere else.  Gone was the necklace about her neck that had created the antimagic field, but so too were all of her magical powers, all of her magical potential save her very weakest abilities were gone.  She was laying on a stone floor, completely naked, and as she roused, she heard a soft chuckle.  Turning to look she saw the strange man with the glowing eyes.<strong>“You’ve finally awoken, good.”</strong>He said with a lick of his lips.  Her hands immediately went to cover her nakedness, instinctively, but he only laughed.  With a wave of his hand, she felt her wrists being pulled away by telekinetic force.<strong>“Now, I’ll explain your situation to you.  I care not what Thovas’s vendetta was against you, nor do I care your motivations.  He and I made a deal you see.  I gain the soul of a powerful mortal wizard, either yours or his.  You are in my domain, a pocket dimension, halfway between the Abyss and Pandemonium, and utterly under my control.  Think of it as a prison if you will, or a training ground on how to become my utter slave.”</strong><br/><br/>He chuckled<strong>, “But I can not break the strong willed as you effortlessly, I must give you a chance at redemption.  If you can escape this domain, if you can defy me, my minions, then you not only regain your freedom, but Thovas takes your place as my guest instead.  A risky deal for him you might think?  Not so, in over five thousand years only four have ever escaped this place, and all but one of them were stronger than you are.”</strong><br/><br/>He gestured towards the wall next to him, and there materialized a three panelled glass display case.  Inside were three mannequins, garbed in what could be described clothing, but only by the perverse.<strong> “Since your nudity seems to bother you, I offer you a single gift.  You may choose one of these outfits to take with you before I send you out into my domain.  But be warned, everything in my realm comes at a cost, and that which you desire most may cost you the most in the end while that which you desire the least may be the most helpful for you.  Choose one, or none, and then go.  If you make it back here with your mind in tact you earn the right to challenge me for your freedom.”</strong><br/><br/>He chuckled and slid his hands down his body.  As he did the black scaled armor vanished and exposed a masculine form,<strong>“Of course, you could save yourself a lot of time and just kneel before me now and call me your master.  I would be happy to wipe out all thoughts from your mind and turn you into my magical puppet for all of eternity right now.  It would save you a lot of trouble in the long run.”</strong><br/><br/>He chuckled at her response, his massive pierced cock bouncing as he laughed,<strong>“No, I thought not, then choose and be gone!”</strong><br/><br/>Erillia knew she needed to make a choice quickly of clothing as her hands finally came free of the invisible force holding her.  But which to choose?<br/><br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Outfit one</strong></td><td> </td><td><strong>Outfit two</strong></td><td> </td><td><strong>Outfit three</strong></td></tr><tr><td>Heeled shoes, silk stockings, silk panties, a corset, and a 'jacket'  that has suspenders that attach to the top of the corset but leave most of her chest bare.</td><td> </td><td>A sheer and slick looking body suit that extends from the neck all the way to her toes, leaving only her neck and face exposed.  Also a wide brimmed cone shaped hat.</td><td> </td><td>A body harness and collar made up of leather straps and metal rings.  Also low silk slippers and silk stockings and gloves.</td></tr><tr><td><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">outfit one</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/wccHpWa.jpg)</div></div></td><td> </td><td><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">outfit two</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/xH5B4ng.jpg)</div></div> </td><td> </td><td><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">outfit three</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/nz0apMs.jpg)</div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Ok, first of all, if there’s ANYTHING in here you have a problem with, let me know asap and I can change it.  I tried to give her chances to respond without ‘playing’ her for you and hope you’re ok with how I wrote this.<br/><br/>As it currently stands, Erillia is at 50% of her hit points, but has no wounds or injuries on her body.  She also has access to none of her spells above zero level.  She can cast cantrips or use her spell like abilities, but is otherwise powerless.  Each of the three outfits radiate obvious magical energy, though it is impossible for her to discern their function and if it is beneficial to the wearer or harmful.  Once she selects an outfit, ‘the master’ waves his hand and she is enveloped in a flash of light, and reappears, wearing the outfit in a new location.  From all intents and appearances it looks like the bedroom she might have had as a child, but everything is ‘darker’ and far more weathered than she remembers.<br/><br/>If she attacks the master, or does not choose an outfit, she is transported away without any clothing.  If she questions the master or defies him without attacking, he will ‘select an outfit for her’ and send her off.<br/><br/>Questions, comments, or concerns, please feel free to pm me.  I am happy to change this post if there’s something you’d like to see different.<br/><br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Erillia's backstory</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/7bC9WWn.jpg)</div>Erillia ‘the White,’ known in her childhood as Erillia ‘the Halfbreed’ and worse, was born and raised in the fishing village of Tenfathom.  The daughter of a young net-weaver and, so her mother claimed, a young nobleman, she was considered an unlucky bastard and, quite possibly, the spawn of some foul creature from the deep.<br/><br/>She exhibited, even at a young age, a flair for the unnatural.  She was an outcast, tolerated only for her garden of herbs, even her younger sister shunning her.  At sixteen, she left home.  <br/><br/>The years that followed saw Erillia slowly transforming into an adventurer, heroine, and powerful sorceress.  She built a reputation through her deeds, culminating in a battle with a sea dragon that had been raiding a coast for years.  She retired not long after, at the age of 35, and opened an academy to teach other ‘unnatural’ people like herself.<br/><br/>Now thirty-nine, Erillia received word of an attack on her older village, the murder of her sister, and the kidnapping of her 18 and 19 year old nieces.<br/><br/>A stunning beauty no lessened by age, Erillia still retains the glow of someone half her age.  There are perhaps a few wrinkles, if one were to study her closely, perhaps a bit of sag to her impressive endowment, but her skin is smooth and unblemished, her hair as rich in colour as in her youth, her teeth still white, her eyes bright, and her stomach flat.  While never overly athletic, Erillia always had a body built for the bedroom.  Soft and full of curves, with a narrow waist wide hips, and long legs.  Her hair is naturally red, a fact confirmed by her only slightly trimmed pubic hair.  <br/><br/>In the early days of her adventuring Erillia was quite prone to enjoying herself in the bedroom.  As her fame grew, people began to view her with fear, awe, or as a conquest to conquer.  She became less promiscuous and, by 39, hasn’t engaged in any such activity for nearly a decade.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Erillia's character sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><br/>Level 16 Neutral Good Cross-Blooded Human Sorceress<br/>Human (Aquatic/Amphibious)<br/>STR:  8 (-1)   INT: 14 (+2)<br/>DEX: 16 (+3)   WIS:  9 (-1)<br/>CON:  7 (-2)   CHA: 24 (+7)<br/><br/>Speed 35 ft., Swim 60 ft.<br/><br/>BAB: +8/+3<br/>Fort +5, Ref +8, Will +7<br/>HP: 35 (max for first, 1 for each other (half-2), 1/L for tough)<br/>AC: 14 (3 dex, 1 natural)<br/>Resist: 5 Cold<br/><br/>  SKILLS<br/>Class: Appraise, Bluff, Craft, Fly, Intimidate, Knowledge (Arcana, Nature), Profession, Spellcraft, Swim, Use Magic Device<br/>Ranks: Diplomacy 16, Knowledge (Arcana) 16, Knowledge (Nature) 16, Spellcraft 16, Swim 16, Use Magic Device 16<br/>Total: Diplomacy +23, Knowledge (Arcana, Nature) +21, Spellcraft +23, Swim +18, Use Magic Device +28<br/><br/><br/>  CLASS<br/>Cross-Blooded: Aquatic &amp; Verdant (-1 spell known, -2 will saves)<br/>Power 1: Tanglevine (15 foot vine from hand), 10/day<br/>Power 3: Aquatic Adaptation (swim 60, blindsense (water) 60, amphibious, +1 natural armour, resist cold 5)<br/>Power 9: Photosynthesis (eat/sleep reduced as ring of sustenance, +4 racial on saving throws vs poison/sleep)<br/>Power 15: Massmorph (full action, alter plants as per plant growth/diminish plants, transform one willing per level as per tree shape/plant shape I, transform non-plant once per day)<br/><br/>Bloodline Arcana: Whenever you cast a spell with a range of personal, your skin toughens, granting you a natural armor bonus equal to the spell's level for 1d4 rounds. This bonus does not stack with any other natural armor bonuses you might have.<br/><br/>Whenever you cast a spell of the water type, your effective caster level is increased by one, and summoned creatures with a swim speed or the aquatic or water type gain a +1 morale bonus on attack and damage rolls.<br/><br/><br/>  FEATS<br/>Eschew Materials: Cast spells without material components.<br/>Toughness: +1 HP/level<br/>Great Fortitude: +2 fort saves.<br/>Magical Aptitude: +2 spellcraft/use magic device<br/>Empower Spell: Increase spell variables 50%<br/>Maximize Spell: Maximize spell variables.<br/>Endurance: +4 swim vs exhaustion, con running, con forced march, con hold breath, con starvation/thirst, fort from hot/cold, fort vs suffocation.  <br/>Widen Spell: Double spell area.<br/>Nimble Moves: Ignore 5 ft. difficult terrain when moving.<br/>Acrobatic Steps: Ignore 20 ft. difficult terrain when moving.<br/>Fleet: +5 base speed with light or no load.<br/>Weapon Finesse: Use dex instead of str to hit wth light weapons.<br/><br/>  SPELLS<br/>0 (inf/day) – Detect Magic, Read Magic, Light, Spark, Mage Hand, Mending, Arcane Mark, Prestidigitation<br/>1 (8/day) – Mage Armour, Shield, Magic Missile, Hydraulic Push, Vanish<br/>2 (8/day) – River Whip, Vine Strike, Slipstream, Knock, See Invisibility<br/>3 (8/day) – Ice Spears, Tongues, Lightning Bolts, Aqueous Orb<br/>4 (7/day) – Globe of Invulnerability (Lesser), Dimension Door, Ice Storm<br/>5 (7/day) – Geyser, Teleport, Cone of Cold, Wall of Thorns, Telekinesis<br/>6 (7/day) – Chain Lightning, Cold Ice Strike, Beast Shape IV<br/>7 (6/day) – Hold Person (Mass), Plant Shape III<br/>8 (3/day)</span><br/><br/></div></div><br/><br/><br/><hr/><em>-edit<br/>formatting</em>