<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8e/9f/07/8e9f07754d1df0b7526d76ff267edd4f.jpg)</div>Name: Evan Tempest'ive (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=906851)<br/>Tagging: Store Staff, Lauriel<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">~Legend~</div><div class="spoiler_body">Blue text= Common   Green Text= Elvish   Pink Text= Sylvan   Italics= <em>Thoughts</em></div></div><hr/>The Wood Elf cringed as his 'bride-to-be' sharply yelled in his direction... He then quickly put his hand to his mouth in a shushing motion, as the tailor-maid, Almedia, called back to check on them. Or at least he thinks it's directed at the 'couple.' Still trying to adjust himself, he cried out to Elven lady, "No, no, we are fine. Just... disagreeing about the post wedding coital practices. Some Elven rituals are odd in human culture... Any suggestions?" As the words left his mouth, he immediately regretted it, as she probably has a lengthy and obscene answer.<em>I really need to work on my Common...</em><br/><br/>As Lauriel blushed and pointed at the erect member, Evan took off his white hide cloak to make maneuvering his clothes better. Whispering, he tried to calm her down, "Hey, keep it down! I didn't really do this to myself you know. Help me out by hiding it, then... You are a Wood Elf, are you not? Hadn't you been invited to an Elven get-together? Those things get wild. I figured you would have seen an 'Elven Sword' before, geez..." He took off some of the gear to get to his attire, swinging his cloak around his waist (probably unsuccessfully as he is also unfastening his trousers) to diminish the chance of fully revealing himself to her so that he can take off his green leather leggings and hands them to her. "Here, hand these to that old groping coot..."  He has on tight (admitted snug) white tight-materialled shorts of sorts on underneath, but still tried to keep his underside behind the cloak to keep the ironically prudish (or at least easily shocked) Wood Elf from freaking out again with another outburst, hopefully keeping shaft shots to a minimum.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sleight of Hand</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hiding the "Elven Sword" from Lauriel...  rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95198) Rather unsuccessfully... here's a peeky-poo!</div></div>[/quote]</div></div>