<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/43/fe/2d/43fe2dd56d4067c258d1ef3b85e0ca15.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Level</strong>: 1</td><td><strong>Xp</strong>: 0/8</td><td><strong>Coin</strong>: 10</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Armor</strong>: 0</td><td><strong>HP</strong>: 19/19</td><td><strong>Load</strong>: 3/8</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Str</strong>: 8 (-1)</td><td><strong>Dex</strong>: 16 (+2)</td><td><strong>Con</strong>: 15 (+1)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Int</strong>: 9 (0)</td><td><strong>Wis</strong>: 13 (+1)</td><td><strong>Cha</strong>: 12 (+0)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Scarlet Blaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318428.msg15339862#msg15339862)</span><br/><strong>Action:</strong>Firebrand: Roll Result: Scarlet Blaze rolled: 2d6, adding 1 to the total<br/>Comment: Firebrand whip style  Result: 5, 6,  Total: 12  At 2020-04-03 17:38:39, Scarlet Blaze (uid: 31397) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145869)<br/><hr/>Tem kissed her again. His hand in her hair pulled his lips to her's roughly.  His tongue felt... different?  Was it technique or texture.  The Mistress of Flame didn't have more than a moment to consider it.  Suddenly and without warning, her power surged.  The fire within her erupted with more force than she'd ever experienced.  It was overwhelming.  A rush.  There was no attempt to control it.  All Scarlet could do was struggle to not drown as the wave played and toyed with her mental control, tossed it up in the air, only to catch it and surge it forward.<br/><br/>She gasped.  What the fuck was that?  Her eyes wide with shock.  They wondered freely, reeling from the experience.  Pupils unfocused, her eyes roamed about unable to take in anything they were seeing.<br/><br/>This was it.  Her powers were finally going to kill them all.  Yes.  It was all her fault.  The inn was burning, inside and out.  The alcohol had exploded in the fire.  Even that white stuff of questionable quality went up.  Her clothes were in disarray.  Her parents, not that Scarlet could remember them, likely was turning in their graves.  Well - maybe not - they had been nature-loving hippies, after all, and her mom didn't even have a grave.  Not that Scarlet had any memories of that, what-so-ever.<br/><br/>Regardless, for less than a fraction of a moment, Scarlet blamed herself.<br/><br/>Thankfully, Mazz walked up and spoke.  Then Scarlet remembered this was all<em>/her/</em>fault.  The slime girl had started the brawl.  The slime girl couldn't hold her liquor, or her tongue.  The slime girl had turned what had been a promising day into pure shit.  Scarlet knew she wasn't perfect, but at least she was leagues better than Mazz.<br/><br/>Lust-filled, wild, and wanting eyes fell upon the nude pink goo-girl.  Was she really complaining?  Again?  Scarlet only paid half a mind to what Mazz was saying; though, that gooey, glistening, body was enticing.  Scarlet couldn't recall ever having a slime before.  The thought of sharing wasn't at all displeasing.  The way Mazz could morph her body; she could likely reach spots that standard equipment just couldn't.<br/><br/>Still trying to catch her breath from that wild ride, she nodded at Mazz then finally found her voice.<strong>"We could share,"</strong>she states simply before her eyes fall to the thing Mazz is dragging behind her.<strong>"But, I don't want that.  Whatever it is, it isn't natural, or good.  It tried to kill, or rape you.  Or both.  Sacrifice it to the fire, and then we can have fun under the stars."</strong>Honestly, she should've just followed Tem out under the stars a few moments ago.<br/><br/>Her eyes then drifted up to Radja.  The giant was going to bring the whole building down, long before the fire could do it.  For fuck's sake.<br/><br/>Her focus returned to Tem, then Mazz.  As the man was trying to smooth his pants and straighten himself, she pushed him into the goo-girl.<strong>"Get him out of here,"</strong>she instructed the slime,<strong>"and don't start without me."</strong><br/><br/>Then, with great reluctance, she turned and ran up the stairs.  Mirwen had been her best friend since she could first remember.  Radja was a good giant, and had been a companion longer than the others.  Nin was cute, sexy, and funny.  They were the three teammates she liked the most.  If it had been Mazz... well, she most likely, probably, would have had second thoughts.<br/><br/>As she took the steps, two at a time, she summoned the flames to her hand.  The flames coalesced and formed a coiled whip of pure fire.  The flames of the fire were very much living, and licked at the air, as well as, her hand.  The fire, however, didn't burn her.  The heat caused no pain.