<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2s0gyz5.jpg)</div><strong>Tashiel Averlorn</strong><br/><br/>Her companions' lack of acting ability did not hinder Tashiel.  She leaps forth from the underbrush, the only sound the rapid padding of her feet as she rushed towards their opponents.  At the last moment, her quarry spots her, and tries to twist away, but elven accuracy is unerring.  Tashiel follows its evasions, and brings her fullblade down.<br/><br/>The creatures react quickly, however, and Tashiel quickly discovers the flaw in the plan.  It only takes a few moments for them to surround her, weapons and claws tearing at her clothing.  "Oh!"  She gasps as she pulls free, but not before the damage was done.  The ties held, but that was about all, the fabric having been torn away.  Her skirt was more of a belt, loosely wrapped around her hips, leaving her soft flesh exposed.  And her top now merely framed her bared breasts, soft pink nipples growing hard in the cold air.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Elven accuracy reroll = 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=101769)<br/>Damage = also 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=101770)</div></div>