<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Acquired Passive Skill - Chains of Power:</span></span></strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Shatter a woman's defenses, leaving their body ripe for defilement.</span><br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">A</span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">brute until the very end.." whispered Irelia, only slightly fazed by her sudden forced disrobing. This was not the first, nor last summoning to have called forth a disobedient lesser being. After all, they had never seen a Goddess before. An ant, too, thought it knew its place until it met the boot. Irelia placed one of her dainty hands on Balthus' mighty chest. His skin was tough and leathery compared to her silken touch, hot and flaring with bestial vigor.<br/><br/>'Unhand me.' <br/><br/>A blast of magical energy exploded from her palm, pushing Balthus away with the strength of a hundred men; as Irelia clattered to the floor, a crackling spear of divine energy coalesced in her hand. It lashed out and seared the floor with its raw fury, leaving black scorch marks in its wake. The wayward bolts continued to lick the surroundings, sundering the air itself with the fury of a goddess scorned. Irelia raised her hand, ready to smite this impudent orc into dust.<br/><br/><em>I will create a chance for you, Orc..</em> came the whispers again, this time in Balthus' native tongue. <em>Use this power well.</em> <br/><br/>At the whisper's command, a cast iron shackle appeared around the Orc's right wrist. It was adorned with menacing spikes, in typical Orc fashion. There was only one function: to bind slaves. Like an extension of his mind, magical chains flew out from the shackle and wrapped themselves around Irelia's wrists. Upon contact, her magic fizzled out like a child's firework show. A second set of chains ensnared her ankles, bringing her to her knees. <br/><br/>'This is..' Irelia struggled, trying to break free to no avail. Without her magic, her physical body was as tough as a normal girl's - perhaps even weaker, spoiled from a life of lavishness and decadence. 'An Orc.. impossible!'<br/><br/><em>(Irelia has been temporarily restrained! Roll d20 to give her Pleasure!)</em> <br/></span>