<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ebY6b8P.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Valderina Stramonte (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316350.msg15272715#msg15272715)<br/><br/><br/><strong>Level:</strong>1<strong>Xp:</strong>0<br/><strong>Load:</strong>7/10<strong>Coin:</strong>0<br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Armor:</strong></td><td>0 (2/4 layers)</td><td><strong>Hit points:</strong></td><td>17/21</td><td><strong>Damage:</strong></td><td>d8</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Str:</strong></td><td>8</td><td>[-1]</td><td><strong>Dex:</strong></td><td>16</td><td>[+2]</td><td><strong>Con:</strong></td><td>13</td><td>[+1]</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Int:</strong></td><td>9</td><td>[+0]</td><td><strong>Wis:</strong></td><td>15</td><td>[+1]</td><td><strong>Cha:</strong></td><td>12</td><td>[+0]</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><strong>Action</strong>: It's Getting Hot in Here<br/><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br/>Damage from Orc (d6): 4<br/>Strip Roll: 4+2=6<br/><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The blow nearly knocked Valderina out of her senses, and the hold got her just as nearly out of her kit. With the material beginning to break, Val decided it was time to escape from another layer. With a little help from Paxton, chewing a strap here and a fastener there, the fabric gave quickly and cleanly, and the ranger quickly yet flirtatiously slipped out of the garments. Even locked in battle, she teased away, attempting to parry the orc's attacks with hints of what he couldn't have, her scandalous tactic leaving her in little more than a bra and a tight pair of shorts. It would be a pair of tempting underthings if worn in the boudoir. But the blow had taken more out of her than she realized, and she was neither at her most productive, nor at her most seductive.<br/><br/>And this was a serious problem - for her and for her little squirrel friend. For it was the latter to which the orc drew his attention at least for a moment. Perhaps he understood how close the two were, and how vulnerable Paxton was. The orc swept forward, and suddenly whatever thought she had for her own safety or that of her party, friends in peril though they were, vanished without a trace, replaced by concern for the one being in this world who had stuck with her through thick and thin. The one individual she could truly count on, and in turn could truly count on her. Val twisted forward, and this gave her enough freedom of motion to distract the orc, at least for a moment, while Paxton scurried back up her arm to relative safety.<br/><br/>But what Val had gained for Paxton, she had certainly lost for herself. The half-elf was open and vulnerable, flat-footed and practically defenseless as to what may come next.<br/><br/>She had certainly had better weeks than this before.