<em>"Girl?  Girl?!?  Why I'm centuries older than you!!"</em>The indignant thought was Elora's, her silent protest against Deon.  After all, Elora had been raised a very proper elf and been always told she should respect her elders.  And within the party, she certainly was the most senior!  She was still the leader of this little band!  It was very rude of Deon to treat her like she was some...some...pet!!  The elf didn't even have the right word to express her outrage!<br/><br/>Though she didn't<em>mind</em>being Deon's girl - her ears flushed once more at the thought of being 'his girl' - his personal girl, his only girl, his '<em>special</em>' girl.  And she was, wasn't she?  Her buttocks still tingled in the places where he had struck her - once to chastise her and once to encourage her.  Spanking was something old, now newly discovered for Elora; she hadn't been spanked since she was a very small elven child.  Now, it seemed as if she could scarcely make it through the day without a slap or two.  Some were playful, some were meant to correct - like when she had tried to steal Deon's attention and affections last night at dinnertime.  But they all showed his love towards her and that thought made her tingle inside, a gooey warmth from her stomach that ended between her thighs - as she now imagined herself splayed over the cleric's lap, her tiny chain bottom tugged down to her thighs, her bare bottom exposed to him.<br/><br/><em>"Perhaps the spankings aren't so bad..."</em>was now Elora's thought.  Not if Deon liked doing it.<br/><br/>But those thoughts were for another time, a time when they were safe.  For now, battle awaited.  With a broad sweep of 'Mehgen', the elven paladin cleaned the blood from her blade - showering the grass of the forested path below.  Taking a moment, Elora turned inward as she supplicated Torm for strength and vigor for the upcoming fight.  And at the warm glow in her breasts, she knew that her prayer had been heard.<strong>"Victory over lawlessness!  Torm shall reign supreme with truth, peace, and justice for the land!"</strong>This was Elora's battle cry, even as she readied her shield and charged towards the pack of lizardfolk fearlessly.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Master!  Please undo my chains!  I can assist you!!"</strong>The voice belonged to Beatrice, her manacled hands grasping at the cleric's garb and asking for his attention.  The tiefling witch pressed herself against him, her full bosom against his right arm, even as she looked half-imploringly, half-demanding.  It obviously bothered her that she was bound at all, for someone as arrogant as the self-titled<em><strong>'Black Mesmer'</strong></em>did not submit to others even in the least, but the demand in her eyes faded after a moment.<br/><br/>Until Deon, she was her own master; now, the cleric had her enthralled both in mind, body, and spirit.  Even she, the creator the love elixir that was the source of all their problems, was not immune to the effects.  And of all the girls, Beatrice had received the greatest and heaviest dose, being the closest to the epicenter when the flask had broken.  Her tail lashed back and forth in an agitated fashion, betraying her roiling emotions.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lune resisted a snort at the sight of Elora charging downhill to face the lizardfolk party that was chasing her.  The elven paladin would have made a fierce sight - if she had been wearing her full plate.  But no, she was dressed in some skimpy chain that basically shouted to any and all would looked upon her that she desired to be ravished.  Still, that wasn't Lune's business - if the haughty elf wanted to prance around until some ogre claimed her virtue, then she was free to do as she wished.<br/><br/>Still, the half-elf scout felt a bit self-conscious now of herself.  She was dressed in studded leather, both practical and useful.  The armor covered her from head to toe, protecting any vulnerable areas.  But...a look was given to Deon.  This was all his fault, why the other girls were dressing like this, Lune knew that!  Well, not exactly - that wasn't<em>fair </em>to him.  Misty always had barely worn any clothes to begin with.  And while she didn't know how Beatrice normally dressed, but she guessed the little black dress the witch now wore was standard for her.  After all, when you had breasts as big as hers - why wouldn't you want to show them off?!?<br/><br/>Not that she was jealous at all.  Oh no, not Lune.<em>"They can all have their tits,"</em>Lune thought with a dismissive sniff even as she scampered up the hill, still taking a shot with her shortbow whenever she could.<strong>"All yours,"</strong>the half-elf quipped to the charging elf as they crossed paths even as she murmured her next words, pitched so low, that it would be lost in the din of battle.<em><strong>"Sharlila,"</strong></em>she said, the elven word for 'slut' or 'whore' - which Elora precisely was.  Dressing up like she did, just to impress Deon!  It wasn't fair at all!  Before when it had been both Elora and Lune, the half-elf felt more comfortable.  But now, it was just her alone...<br/><br/>Idly, Lune wondered if she had any nicer-looking outfits.  Not that she was trying to impress someone, she was just tired of wearing the same old, same old boring armor.  To avoid losing any momentum or time, Lune tumbled - ducking her head before twisting around gracefully in the midst of her roll so she now faced the howling lizardfolk mob with an arrow already notched against her bowstring.  "Enjoy, blubberlips!"  Lune shouted even as she took aim at the one who had managed to graze her with a shot earlier.  Others might have been queasy about shooting into the fray, but not Lune.  She didn't miss - at least not anytime she could remember.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Fights involving a sword versus an axe were a delicate thing.  There were subtleties and nuances that those untrained in combat couldn't hope to understand.  Whether to parry with your blade or dodge, in what direction to aim your counterattack - whole books had been devoted to studying the art of combat.  Not that Misty cared, of course - the barbarian girl couldn't even read.  No, Misty did things her way.  She saw.  She swung.  And she hit.<strong>HARD.</strong><br/><br/><strong>"What was that baby tap??"</strong>The barbarian taunted, feeling her warm blood running - both in the figurative and literal sense.  Her eyes had brightened at the sight of a worthy foe.  If it was one thing she enjoyed,  it was a challenge.  And thus far, the battle was taxing her sorely as they had traded blows with one another.  She sported a long cut on her abdomen, the hot blood oozing down her right leg, and another across her chest - a diagonal line that went across both of her massive breasts.<br/><br/>But the barbarian didn't show any sign of slowing down or stopping.  Her blood was singing to her, crooning out its sweet song even as she gave another loud laugh when her foe's greatsword bit into her again.<strong>"<em>This </em>is how you swing!!"</strong>And stamping her foot down to plant herself,  the barbarian took a massive cut at the bigger lizardfolk - not bothering to pay attention to any type of defense.  This was her way.  Already, she had flirted with death more than once - even in her brief lifespan.  But honestly?  There was nothing that made her feel more alive than battle.  Except maybe sex.  And Deon.  He was maybe better than battle and sex put together.  That thought did briefly flit across Misty's mind, managing to pierce through the fog of battle rage, but she lost herself to the red veil of howling blood once more.<br/><br/>Win or lose, live or die, there was no doubting that right now at this moment, Misty was<em>very </em>much alive.  Her foe could testify to that.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC: Party's Intent and Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Elora has first activated Divine Vigor, giving herself an additional +10 speed and +10 temporary hit points.  These will last for a total of 3 minutes.  She has 5 uses of turn undead left.  She then took a charge action, giving her a +2 to hit, while a -2 to AC for her next turn.  Once again, she will position herself so any lizardfolk who want to target Deon, Beatrice, or Lune will provoke an attack of opportunity.  Her first attack will be aimed at the lizardfolk Lune wounded, the one with an arrow sticking out of it if this is feasible.<br/><br/>Lune meanwhile has taken up a defensive position on the outskirts.  She will spend her time targeting the lizardfolk rangers, always moving to gain her Skirmish bonus (+1d6, +1AC) and also keeping within 30 ft of whoever she shoots so she can apply her point-blank shot (+1 hit/+1 damage)<br/><br/>If freed, Beatrice will cast 'Daze' on the nearest lizardfolk.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Misty will continue to fight the lizardfolk chieftain.  If he falls before she does, she will then immediately attack the nearest cheering lizardfolk - normally she would allow them a round to run or get their weapons, but she is in the grips of her rage/bloodlust. </div></div>