<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/cnTXuXv.png)<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Blood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585329#msg13585329)</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Group:</strong> 4</td><td><strong>HP:</strong> 20/20</td><td><strong>XP:</strong> 4/8</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cleric's robes pictured <br/>above, with chainmail underneath</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Armor:</strong> 2</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>“Take me home, country road, to the cunt I belong (in)!”</em><br/><br/>              <em><del>   </del>Hymn of West Virgin, v76</em></span><br/><br/><br/>Jon awoke with a heavy grunt spilling from his lips, his body feeling almost as sore as the morning after he had anticipated in the yearly mass orgy over in Naka Dashi.<em>Almost.</em><br/><br/>Managing to roll himself over, he sat on his knees, golden eyes peering into near total darkness. It didn't take him long to notice the faint, pulsing glow that was coming... from himself? With arched eyebrows he peered down, seeing glowing red along his skin, their light fading and returning seemingly in sync with his own heartbeat. They were visible on his arms, his chest, his stomach, his eyes<del>   </del>though he would not discover this until later, due to a lack of a reflective surface at hand<del>   </del>and even...<br/><br/><strong>"Yessss~!"</strong>The cleric cheers quietly, balling his hands into victorious fists upon the discovery that his new attained glow also extended to his privates. No more accidental wrong hole poking for this boy! But in all seriousness, it did seem like he had been affected by his encounter with the floran in a similar manner as what happened after he had stuck it in some dryad girls.<br/><br/>A sound disturbs the darkness of the night<del>   </del>well, at least he assumed it was nighttime. Spotting his gear, sans rations, right next to him, he quickly but stealthily slipped his clothes back on, keeping one eye on the figures he'd spotted up ahead, huddled around a tent. Were they adventurers, as well? He couldn't tell from this distance.<br/><br/>Hidden within the brush of the forest, Jon observed the scene unfold before him. His new changes helped him blend in better with the foliage, though said foliage also appeared quite eager to hug up to him. The adventurers had drawn the ire of some humanoid moths, it would seem. One of them had netted themselves what he could only guess was a queen moth of sorts, judging by her more regal appearance. Things quickly got messy, leaving the cleric to decide whether to aid the fellow adventurers or not. As he had not been spotted it gave him the tactical advantage of a surprise attack.<br/><br/>...Even though last time that hadn't worked out so well, admittedly.<br/><br/>His eyes spotted a few female moths approaching the group from behind, leaving no more time for inaction. Raising one hand, he pointed his fingers at the nearest moth, casting the magic missile spell. Projectiles of pure magic spring from his fingers and are sent flying towards the moth.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Jon uses his Cleric magic to cast Magic Missile.<br/><br/>Jon Blood rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121208)<br/><br/>He succeeds, but the act draws unwelcome attention.<br/><br/>His Magic Missile deals 4 damage.<br/><br/>Jon Blood rolls: 2d4 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121209)<br/></div></div>