1d20+23 → [5,23] = (28)<br/>Hearing (or not hearing) Jo following her.<br/><br/>Eldamorea did even bother listening for followers as she bounced up the stairs, entering her room. She wasn't trying to hide it either. Five flights up she had finally gotten to her little staff room, opening her door and leaving it wide open as she stripped down, even after a hundred years of goodness having never truly found the real appreciation for privacy. As Jo spoke to her she jumped in surprise a bit, looking back at her curiously and sighing in relief as she noticed that it was simply one of the young adventurers she would soon be traveling with. the most adorable little bear stood next to her, a cub if anything with little spiky protrusions. It would have to be a dire bear, of course. Even looking so vicious, the thing was all too adorable.<br/><br/>On the lines of strength Eldamorea giggled. "I suppose we can be strong. I was always a bit stronger than normal even for a wretched demon but when I found the light of good I decided to go down the path of hard labor, a fighter's life, that is." Elda reached out around her bed, picking up her gigantic maul with a single hand and placing it next to her door. The thing was vastly over sized even as far as enormous weapons such as it's type were. The head was entirely black, an adamantine maul that Elda had collected on her adventures to gain her purity. In fact, the whole room was covered in strange objects and weapons. Eldamorea, the Eldamorea now at least, was the stereotypical rare item collector, or so it seemed. "If my old brethren hadn't seen the light of purity and goodness by the time you got to them I believe it best that they were suitably punished for their unjust ways."<br/><br/>Elda grabbed her leather warrior's skirt at this moment, pulling her leather hip boots on right after, ignoring altogether the fact that she should be putting on an undergarment of some sort, leaving her without any coverings under her half-knee length battle skirt. Her little tail stuck out through a little hole in the back of the skirt. Next came a silken shirt of maroon with an unusually low neckline. Elda pulled out a chain shirt white in color. It looked so light, so well made that to wear it underneath the clothes would more than likely be a comfortable experience. A bodice, brilliantly sewn from what seemed practically glowing lion's fur was placed on, Elda looking back to Jo. "If you would, please could you help me with my bodice? The ties in the back are very difficult."<br/><br/>The bodice was softer than any cloth Jo would have ever felt and after it was all done Elda's breasts were amazingly accentuated, almost jumping out of the bodice itself. Elda smiled and bounced a bit in her bodice before answering Jo's second question.<br/><br/>"Oh, I was once a horrible fiend, a wretched creature devout in the belief that evil was the correct path, sure that destroying people and bringing harm to the world of good was correct to do, even pleasant! It is horrible to even think back to it. However I, at one point, found a wonderful young saint, more pure than the very best of priests, and devilishly handsome beyond even my own wildest beliefs. With Graz'zt's permission I went to take him for my own, preserve every last bit of his soul for myself when I forced him into submission beneath me. It was a wonderful night. Still, for some reason, I couldn't best him and at the end I sought to destroy the handsome young saint, reaching to take his life from him. However, before I could so much as touch him he brought forth a diamond, so pure as to hurt my eyes. He spoke some words which I do not recall and I was torn from my body, rent from my very being, the plane as a whole and into the diamond itself. I was there for a year, waiting, biding my time. At first, of course, I was angry, I wished death on that wily young man for entrapping me and vowed that when I was freed, as I knew Lord Graz'zt would eventually do for me, that I would hunt him down and kill him in the most wonderful way possible.<br/><br/>"Still I stayed in that little prison and found that perhaps what I had done had been wrong. For over a thousand years I had been harming people and spreading terror. I had been causing death in the thousands and I had not card a bit about it. I grew sad, sorrowful that I had done so much harm. Eventually I found that not only what I had done was bad but plain evil. Evil needed to be stopped, it needed to be undone. What kind of shroud had I been under all my life that I hadn't known this simple, pure truth. Eventually I had realized that I would have to repent, to destroy, in the world, all evil that was present. I burst free from my prison in a shattering light and apologized to that wonderful young saint who had taught me the error of my ways, I bed him many times as thanks for his wondrous forcing of goodness onto me and I then set out to undo my evils and all evil in the world! To do right what was wrong and to collect all the things that I could in order to destroy evil wherever it reared its disgusting head. I only wish, now, that my horrendous figure, the figure that truly represents evil despite my newly pure ways, would be thrown aside and replaced with the beautiful form of an angel."<br/><br/>1d20+21 → [16,21] = (37)<br/>Perform (Oratory) for the gigantic back story I just had to type as a speech<br/><br/>Elda quickly slung ,over her shoulders, a great velvet cape and clasped it, a silver brooch with numerous blue diamonds clipped t her bodice. On went a wrought platinum armband, a gold and silver collar about other neck. She strapped a silver and gold anklet about her left ankle and grabbed, from a small cage, a metal turtle which had been previously minding its own business, plodding along in the little container. Finally, before grabbing her maul and a wondrous steel shield, Elda tossed a wide brimmed hat about her head. With the whole ensemble she truly did look the part of a grand adventurer rather than the bland barmaid she had just gotten done being. "She we go back downstairs?" Elda asked as she slung a huige bag over her shoulder with her shield hand.