<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/c5/96/5a/c5965a00a759ba3a2ac335dd31725bb5.jpg)</div><strong>Adventurer Name:</strong> Her highness, princess Lauralanthalea PussyWillow, blessing of the autumn, rightful heir to the elvish throne of the Morning Woods<br/><strong>Lvl 3 Eladrin Bard</strong><br/><strong>Background:</strong> Noble<br/> Position of privilege: You are welcome in high society, and people assume you have the right to be wherever you are. The common folk make every effort to accommodate you and avoid your displeasure and other people of high birth treat you as a member of the same social sphere.<br/> Personality: I don't like to get my hands dirty, and I won't be caught dead in unsuitable accommodations.<br/> Ideal: Power. If I can attain more power, no one will tell me what to do.<br/> Bond: The common folk must see me as a hero of the people.<br/> Flaw: I have an insatiable desire for carnal pleasures.<br/><strong>Stats:</strong><br/>STR 08 -1<br/>DEX 14 +2<br/>CON 14 +2<br/>INT 10 +0<br/>WIS 12 +1<br/>CHA 18 +4<br/>Armor Class: 12(no armor) HP: 24<br/><strong>Racial qualities</strong><br/> +1 Dex +2 Cha, darkvision 60', keen senses, fey ancestry, trance, fey step, seasonal change<br/><strong>Proficiencies</strong><br/> Light armors; Simple weapons, hand crossbows, longswords, rapiers, shortswords<br/> Tools: Gaming Cards, Pan flute, Lyre, Lute<br/> Saves: Dex, Cha<br/> Skills: Deception+8, History+2, Perception+3, Persuasion+8, Perform+6, Stealth+4<br/> Languages: Common, Elvish, Undercommon<br/><strong>Class features</strong><br/> Bardic inpiration (1d6), magical inspiration, mantle of inspiration<br/> Jack of Trades; Song of rest (1d6); Expertise (Deception, Persuation)<br/> Enthralling performance: perform for 10 minutes to charm up to 4 people that will idolize you for 1 hour<br/><strong>Spells</strong><br/> Cantrips: Mage hand, <em>Minor Illusion</em>, Vicious Mockery<br/> 1st level; 4 slots: Healing Word, <em>Silent Image, Sleep</em>, Speak with animals(R)<br/> 2nd level; 2 slots: <em>Enhance Ability, Suggestion</em><br/><strong>Feats</strong><br/> Telekinetic<br/><strong>Equipment</strong><br/> A scroll of pedigree.</div></div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/90/66/7a/90667ae79f876ba92c5ec07e3aeed87f.jpg)</div>The last two weeks of siege to castle of the Morning Woods had been hell to the princess. The surrounding forest red not because of the autumn leaves she loved so much but because of the fire the humans have used to weaken their defenses. As an eladrin, princess PussyWillow enjoyed being on the many gardens of the palace more than she liked being inside its walls and often escaped herself to wander on the plentiful woods that surrounded the elvish castle and now the forest was wounded, the animals were crying for help and there was nothing she could do.<br/><br/>So many of her men and women were being lost in the fight as they battle trying to stop the invading army and with each death the princess lost one lover. As an elf princess PussyWillow had spent decades experiencing love with multiples partners, sharing her bed with lovers, friends, strangers, fey, pets and even wild beasts. She had receive the title of Blessing of the autumn not because of the season she was born in but because of the season she liked the most. Just as people gathered in harvest time to perform rituals of fertility she also loved gathering people to perform orgies. She didn't even need to be in a relationship to fool around with someone and didn't care if others had a relationship that didn't include her either, she was the rightful heir to the throne and everyone had to do as she said. As such she enjoyed sexually imposing herself to peasants, servants, guards and even other lesser nobles, among which was her uncle Dallaren.<br/><br/>How could she knew it was him the one behind all this, how could she suspect it was him the traitor who had given the reign to that filthy Kazael. Lauralanthalea might not realize about it but she had contributed to this treason herself. Every night she commanded her uncle to give her relief, every time she had commanded him to lay down so she could sat on him had only infuriated and not only he wanted revenge towards her but towards the queen as well. Now he was responsible of her father death and he was the one who captured her and her mother. Lauralanthalea was weeping sad, her eyes full of tears yet she was still furious... and also aroused at the same time. Seeing the queen being fucked raw and wild against her will turned the princess on so much, it had been a secret fantasy of her to sexually own and possess her own mother for so long that if she was offered to join to rape the queen she would gladly have. That was not the case though and with her dripping wet folds and her arms chained she was forced to behold the show without being able to do a thing.<br/><br/>Leaning toward this female cunt guard that she couldn't recognize, she would have remembered fucking such a beauty, the princess desperately wept to her. "I need you to get free... I need you to help me... I need you to..."<em>to make me cum.</em>But she wouldn't be able to finish speaking her request as the door was forced open by the human conqueror that had taken the castle and that now was going to take her. Even though, horny as she was, the princess was thinking on subduing the sexy redhead more than what she was on escaping.<br/><br/>Her eyes turned towards her uncle one more time, who now claimed her mother for himself. "Do not touch my mother you filthy traitor! Let go off me! You are not worthy to do whatever you want to my mother! She is my mother!, she is my mother!, She is mine!!!", But it was already decided that the queen would be his and that she, the princess, would be Kazael's.<br/><br/>"How dare you do this to me! I am no one's entertainment, I will make you pay for this. I will make you pay with interests!" she spoke to Kazael defiantly, stopping only to stare at her cunt guard now. The redhead whose name she still ignored was being groped, fingered and fucked by several men while she on the contrary was forced to walk around on her fours. That was so humiliating for her and at the same time Lauranthalea felt so envious of the redhead. "I command you to stop this nonsense. Take me here and tear my cunt apart already Kazaeee..." Being pulled as she spoke the princess choked on the leash secured to her neck and fell to the floor. Why did she had to be humiliated like this?, why was everyone was enjoying being fucked except her?, curse you Kazael! Still choking and with her ass still high up in the air she shuddered anxiously as she desperately craved for attention yet it was still denied to her.