<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169131.msg7935857#msg7935857">Quote from: NicciKotor on 24-03-2013, 05:01:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Trying my very best to block out the thought of people staring at me in the nude and lusting after me, and how utterly humilating it is to be cuffed in such a compromising position. Still, kicking over some planks of wood and finding a dead body is not something I was prepared for. <strong>"EEEEEIIIIIIIIIKKKKKK! Who left this dead body here!?"</strong> Screaming some more and kicking the dead body for good measure, which makes the key ring pop free and plop into the sand. <br/><br/>Blushing some more over having to touch a dead guy, but seeing the key right there in the sand. Shuddering with delight over my divine fortune as I curtsey down so I can reach the key in the sand. Soon enough my manacles pop free, moaning in delight from the rush of blood into my hands, as I promptly then use them to cover my divine breasts. Sighing in relief at finally not being exposed to you all, with one arm covering my nipples and the other my pussy. Leaving the opened manacles in the sand where they belong as I start chanting...<br/><br/><strong><em>&lt;Elen sila lumenn omentilmo!&gt;</em></strong> Casting some sort of spell, which is utter gibberish to anyone that doesn't know elvish or cannot pass a DC 17 spellcraft roll. Smiling to myself as I start walking down the south bend of the beach, rather focused on whatever I just spellcasted. Hearing Diana complain about a fire, as I point a finger at a nearby pile of ruined airship. A small bolt of flame comes shooting out and hits the wood, setting it on fire as I go about my merry way and using my divine radar. <br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(Cast locate object, any bag of holding.)</div></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>After some concentration, Tiffania manages to pinpoint the direction of a bag of holding.  It's somewhere to the left, if she were facing inland, and while she knows pretty much the exact direction of it, it's impossible to tell how far away it is.