<strong>DM<br/>Hawken road, Crashsite<br/>Tag: Taris</strong><br/><br/>Checking the situation of the crash up close, Taris quickly realized that her caution was unwarranted. The wagon was toppled over and the driver upon it must have collided with something in the crash, lying bent over on the ground. She was not a healer, but going by how pale he was, in addition to his bloodshot eyes, this was propably a bad sign.<br/><br/>"Don't..." he coughed. "Underestimate us... rather die than tell you anything.. kchh...."<br/>Perhaps Taris tried to enchant the man to quickly get at least one answer out of him. Perhaps she tried to administre first aid.. however, she suddenly felt woozy. A side effect of the spell? No. Had that bolt been poisoned?<br/><br/>That could be it, certainly. As-----<br/><br/>Someone was on top of her. She was on the ground, next to the coach, but she'd been standing, hadn't she? That was odd. Why did her body feel so... sensitive? And warm.. shouldn't the ground beneath be cold?<br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2f/fe/49/2ffe493b1df146eed0327418623c5723.jpg)<br/>Xara was there, above her, leaning down to kiss her. For some reason her bodice had also been opened up, allowing her (and most of her breasts) to breathe freely. Before she could protest further, the dark-knights lips met with hers, a moment that lost a little of its passionate intimacy as Xara, crouching over the half-elf breathed warm air into Taris mouth, her hands coming up to cross over her chest, cupping a generous portion of the half-elfs breasts along the way...<br/><br/>(<strong>Posting Treshold reached!</strong>Taris levels up and gains a new Passive trait: Demonic Curse, Incubation stage: -1 to will save.)