<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC 23   HP 80/94   Speed: 65'   Dex 24<br/>Cat's Grace (+4 Dex)<br/>Haste (extra attack when using full attack, +1 attack, +1 AC, +1 Reflex, +30 speed)<br/>Heroism (+2 attack, +2 saves, +2 skill checks)<br/>Protection from Evil (+2 AC, +2 saves)<br/>Resist Energy (10 acid)<br/>Profane Gift (Telepathic link to Ishtar, +2 Dex)<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 6 of 7 1st, 5 of 5 2nd, 1 of 1 from bonded object<br/>Quiver: 6 common arrows, 10 silvered, 9 cold iron, 2 Tangleshot, 5 adamantine arrows, 2 greater hushing arrows, 16 +1 Dragon Bane, 1 Greater Dragon Slaying<br/>     (pack: 40 common, 5 silvered, 9 cold iron, 1 tangleshot, 5 adamantine arrows)<br/></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>Flashback: the night before the battle</em></span><br/><br/><em>You're welco...oh!</em>Ishtar was on her with every sign of eagerness, and Rayne - after a brief delay to mentally shift gears, began to catch up, the succubus' passion quite contagious.  And she had to be accommodating, and rapidly responsive herself, since Ishtar was too impatient to wait ... when Rayne was a little slow getting her arms up, the succubus pushed them up, more quickly to remove the obstacles between herself and the arcane archer's flesh.  She didn't have to pretend to respond - the succubus was proficient of course, and being so evidently<em>desired</em>had a natural effect too on the less-experienced Rayne.  Her tongue brushed against Ishtar's, though didn't prevent it from taking over her warm mouth, and somehow teasing the entrance to her throat.  A few seconds after the succubus began kneading the half-elf's sensitive breasts, Rayne's own hands came down and sought out Ishtar's rather larger chest, finding their way between the two bodies to somewhat desperately squeeze those orbs, mirroring in a smaller way the succubus' more commanding actions.<br/><br/>Of course, it wasn't just the succubus' size, experience, or sexual nature that gave her an advantage in this "contest", such as it was... she also had something else Rayne lacked, and now the feel of that tail curling dexterously around her lower garments and whipping them down her legs made Rayne wonder if she'd have to ask Lizzy to repair those things again, embarrassingly.  But there was no time for such thoughts of the future, with the present clamouring for her attention at several points.  Rayne's legs trembled and twitched at the feel of the tail between them.<em>Oh, you... that is... sneaky but... lovely."</em>She parted her legs a bit more, her body warming and moistening uncontrollably, and pressed her lips forward, kissing Ishtar's forehead as the succubus roved downward a little... even finding herself pressing her lips to one of the reformed demon's horns, feeling the hard material multi-ridged and surprisingly warm.<br/><br/>To Ishtar's renewed promise not to drain Rayne of energy - or at least, of experience:<em>You'd better not, though I see how... how people could let it happen.</em>Rayne admitted, her fingers sinking into the flesh of Ishtar's breasts.  Then Rayne stopped thinking, and squeezing; her body arched up and her head tilted back, mouth wide, as Ishtar plunged within her, Rayne's sex tight but yielding and very wet.  The feel of that tail was ... odd, the way it could bend itself, and even more so with the fleshy, flared section; the succubus was taking full advantage of that, and Rayne was temporarily frozen in incredulous ecstasy.  When she regained some movement, all she could do at first was throw her arms around Ishtar, hanging on tightly, and moaning loudly between feverish kisses.<br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u"><em>The battle vs Telethrax</em></span><br/><br/>It was good to have telepathic confirmation that the rear teams were still working, although it hadn't occurred to Rayne that some of the captive women would fight back.  It was interesting, too, getting some of the feel of Ishtar's movements; interesting, but potentially confusing, and Rayne turned her attention fully to her own situation once more.  And it wasn't a good situation: 2 misses, and Starstrike busy dealing with... poor Grogza, brutally and maliciously chewed, worried, then struck, propelled to the ground.  The archer shuddered with horror at the sound of the warrior's destruction, and the sight... it was horrible, fascinating, watching as the dragon with evil intelligence and skill annihilated her.  Still, reflexively, Rayne was able to trigger her Feather Fall, only to watch helplessly as Grogza continued her trajectory, barely slowed, and was impaled with an air of utter finality.  Yes, she remained alive - but, all the worse, this meant that Starstrike was also out of the fight for now, busy tending to the injured half-orc.<br/><br/>"Grogza!" the shout was ripped from the horrified Rayne, who was stunned a moment, staring at the remains of the hapless, oft-defeated Grogza.  The half-elf's aim dipped, then her face tightened and she snarled out "You bastard!" - her high, sweet voice unsuited to the insult, mild as it was.  But through eyes that threatened to blur with tears of sympathy and anger, she used her Haste - while it still lasted - to send three shafts up after the dragon.<br/><br/>"Now<em>you</em>fall!" she spat, watching as her first shot flew perfectly to her chosen target - the monster's massive wing.  Not only a hit, but nearly a critical - but unconfirmed, as the system informed her through an interface that was now so natural it didn't even break immersion for her.  She didn't see the numbers, didn't hear a confirmation, she just<em>knew</em>, watching the arrow strike.  Hopefully, between Zombs' spell and her piercing attack, Telethrax would be unable to escape to seek vengeance later.  Having landed that shot, she simply aimed for the creature's bulk with her other two Bane arrows.  Yet - perhaps it was the concern for Grogza, perhaps her blinding anger, perhaps a little too much haste - both shots missed, and the second (the result of Haste) was actually a natural "1".<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Called Shot: Wing: 1d20a22 DC: 36 Result: <strong>42</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=79105) (rolled 3 on confirmation, not a crit)<br/>     Damage: 1d8a5 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=79109) + Holy &amp; Bane Damage: 4d6 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=79110) = <strong>26</strong> damage<br/>Full attack: 1d20a17 DC: 31 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=79107)<br/>Haste attack: 1d20a22 DC: 31 Result: 23 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=79106)<br/><br/>A 20 on the first shot, a 1 on the third!  (Which I actually rolled second for convenience (same modifiers as shot #1), but it would come third in the combat order, and I forgot to roll the confirmation).  What a round!<br/></div></div>