<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Gretcha</strong><br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Gretcha_Pinkblood_face.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Class:</strong> Bandit Chief (http://adventure.shoutwiki.com/wiki/Bandit_Chief)/Berserker (http://adventure.shoutwiki.com/wiki/Berserker)<br/><strong>HP</strong> 30/30<br/><strong>Defence</strong> 11/11<br/><strong>Special:</strong> Boss (http://adventure.shoutwiki.com/wiki/Boss) - All hit roll reducers halved!<br/></div></div></div><br/>Gretcha was surprised by the elf's agility. "Fuck!" She breathed softly as the red-haired pale-skinned bitch kicked the fire at her. She threw up her arms, fending off the cinders as the camp site was plunged into sudden darkness.<br/><br/>But Goblins are creatures of the night. The daylight hurts their eyes, the sun burns their skin. They see far better in the darkness than in the daylight. Gretcha's eyes adjusted quickly and she saw the elf scramble up into a tree. Sadly, goblins do not climb trees, or she would have run straight up after. Uncertain of exactly where in the tree the elf was, she began looking around the clearing for some rocks to make a new rope trap with. Rustling in the branches caught her attention and she smirked.<br/><br/>The goblin's smirk became a surprised glower, though as her throwing rope flew across the clearing. The bitch has disentangled herself already?<br/><br/>Gretcha shrugged and moved swiftly back to the far side of the clearing, to retrieve her throwing rope. She had a fair idea of where the elf was, so she decided to try a lucky shot. Except she whirled the rope while facing away, then turned and danced two steps into the clearing before releasing it, aimed more or less at the centre of the patch of rustling leaves.<br/><br/>The spinning rope sythed through the foliage and smacked into the elf's right wrist, even as she was pulling back to throw something. The rope tangled itself on her elbow, wrenching the arm back and down. One end spun itself around her waist, while the other managed to entangle the opposite wrist and elbow. As the elf struggled to maintain her balance, the momentum of the leather weights finally played out, binding the redhead's aarms tightly behind her back.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bolas aimed blind into the tree at about the right spot: 1d20a2 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60489) A hit! A palpable Hit!<br/>And that was the sort of dice I could marry!: 1d20 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60490) Bondage +3, Hard</div></div>