<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2iSVufw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Serana Strode</del>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2697354) Josephine<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Class:</strong>lv.3 Artificer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><hr/><strong>HP:</strong>24/24 -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>Initiative:</strong>1 -<strong>Passive Perception:</strong>14<br/><strong>Infusions: </strong>Bag of Holding, Goggles of Night -<strong>Arcane Armor:</strong>Infiltrator -<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv.1 2/3<br/>-Magic Missile<br/>-Thunderwave<br/>-Cure Wounds<br/>-Catapult<br/>-Identify<br/>-Purify Food and Drink<br/>-Jim's Magic Missile (free cast per long rest 0/1)<br/>-Hex (free cast per long rest 0/1)<br/>-Misty Step (free cast per long rest 1/1)</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Serana tensed up when she felt someone grab hold of her. For a brief moment her mind flashed back to the bugbears, how they took hold and manhandled their captives. However it only took another second for her to realize it was Mephis, and while it was still strange to be held like this by a relative stranger, she slowly relaxed in the dhampir's arms.<br/><br/>Both of them chimed in with assurances. The Handyman telling her she had already proven herself against the horrors of adventuring, and Mephis promising the whole world was not so cruel as what she had seen today. It really did help, and she gave them both a wary smile in appreciation. However the Handyman's last words threw her a little. To be honest she couldn't see many shades of grey in what they had seen last night. Raping and mutilating a woman and using her as a healing amulet was about as black and white as morality got in her mind (pitch black for the record). And honestly she didn't know enough about the Azure City to make anything out of his comment about the dragon...<br/><br/>Suddenly she felt a pair of lips on her nape, sending a shiver down her spine and forcing a breathy gasp out of her, "Wah?" she muttered dumbly, shuddering as Mephis's fingers danced around her tummy, unknowingly tracing circles around the royal crest tattooed above her womb. The tattoo marked her body as a tool with which to breed more royal children, as all Princesses were. As it turned out the tattoo served a second purpose Serana had been unaware of until now, it increased the sensitivity of the area around it, almost to the point of being an erogenous zone it seemed.<br/><br/>Serana did her best to ignore the tingling sensations brought on by Mephis's lips and fingers, along with the intrusive thoughts that followed them, and instead focus on the girl's kind and sincere words, "T-Thank you...that...ummm...means a lot" she said, reaching down to place a hand over Mephis's, as a show of solidarity but also to keep her from stroking around her crest, "I'm also willing to listen to any troubles you may have. And I still wish to hear how you ended up here" she said, not forgetting that Mephis had promised to share her story with her.<br/><br/>"U-uhmm, but first...I think something's, er,<em>poking</em>me..." she stammered awkwardly. The dhampir was hugging so tightly to her that it was causing something to wedge between the Princess's shapely cheeks.