<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/HP5dSTG.png)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Brom</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/Og3P0KA.jpg)<br/>Ferocity +2, Cunning +2, 0 Armor, Instinct +1<br/><br/>Strengths: Huge, Keen Senses<br/><br/>Training: Fight Humanoids, Scout, Travel<br/><br/>Weaknesses: Frightening<br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Name</strong>: Aenwyn Silvyr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347208.msg16348153#msg16348153)<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 21/21<strong>Armor</strong>: 1<strong>XP</strong>: 4/8<br/><strong>Stats</strong>:  STR 8 (-1) DEX 16 (+2) CON 13 (+1) INT 9 (+0) WIS 15 (+1) CHA 12 (+0)<br/><strong>Encumbrance</strong>: 7/10<br/><strong>Effects</strong>:<br/><strong>Action</strong>: Discern Realities: 10<br/>-What should I be on the lookout for?<br/>-What here is useful or valuable to me?<br/>-Who’s really in control here?<br/><hr/><br/>Aenwyn let out a yelp as he was hoisted up into the air by the creature's strong, writhing limbs. And oh how they writhed, all across his slender form, looking to explore every inch of him. He wondered if this creature had perhaps mistaken him for a female like Valeria and Lilliastre. It certainly wouldn't be the first to make that mistake, though then again...maybe it didn't particularly care. What was the old adage? "every hole is a goal"? This actually wasn't his first time...<em>'getting familiar'</em>with some wriggly tendrils, so he knew first hand how accurate that saying was. Though that encounter had been considerably more consensual than this one was proving to be.<br/><br/>The elf turned his head when Valeria called out, lamenting the tentacles and their probing touch over her suit, "I'm pretty sure that makes you the best off out of the lot of us, so count your blessings" he called back, considering both he and his fellow elf had considerably less covering. Indeed the ranger had plenty of exposed skin for the monster to lather its slime across, and the thin material of his leotard, while quite tight, would provide little resistance at all to its probing. Their touch started to make him feel hot. Perhaps he shouldn't have been thinking about that previous encounter he had, or maybe it was the effect of the excessive slime. Regardless of the reason, the result was a flushed face and a rising tent in his leotard.<br/><br/>He had to be careful, if he struggled too much he might wear himself out for nothing, and if he didn't keep his focus then the slime's effects might cloud his mind from thinking clearly. He had to get a better read on this thing, or figure out something they could use to their advantage. Biting his lip, the slender elf relaxed in the monster's grip, ceasing his fighting and splaying his legs receptively. Perhaps if he didn't resist and let the creature do what it wanted for now it would stay calm and gentle enough for him to focus on observing his surroundings.