<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Wz2UdYY.png)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Ming Par'fey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=340366.msg16125087#msg16125087)<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Half-Elf/Gourmand<br/><strong>HP:</strong>22/22<strong>Armor:</strong>2<strong>XP:</strong>1/7<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Parley: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=158775)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength:  9 (+0)    Constitution:  16 (+2) Dexterity: 16 (+2)<br/>Intelligence: 13 (+1) Wisdom: 8 (-1)        Charisma: 12 (+0)<br/><br/>Refined Palette: "change body shape" and "boneless flexibility"</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>"Mmfff!" Ming grunted as the orc suddenly twisted her all around, successfully restraining her and pinning her back to his wide, barreled chest. The size difference between them was...daunting to say the least, but Ming still writhed and struggled against his grip, "No, I called out to guys first to try and invite you over, and then YOU started shooting at us!" she retorted, not allowing him to twist the situation against them, as if it actually mattered now that they were in open combat. The poke at her backside sent a jolt of concern through her body. It was just the prospect of getting dicked up the tight hole that worried her, but it reminded her of what Diabelle had implied. If these men beat them they could take them for their own. Ming could end up forced to be their personal chef, or their sex slave, or<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">both</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/BaQeQtW.jpg)</div></div>.<br/><br/>However before she could fully contemplate her potential future, the orc was suddenly blown clear off of her with a wicked bolt of lightning, "Oof! That was pretty close" she said, dusting herself off before shooting a lash-fluttering smile at Diabelle, "My hero!" she swooned playfully. However the orc was not so easily forgotten, and the sensual chef quickly made her way over to him and placed her boot down on his chest, near the spot the lightning bolt had hit him but not directly on it, "You know, if you had actually been nice about it then butt stuff might have been on the table..." she said, though that door (the back door specifically) was now closed, "...now I'd recommend you stand down and toss your weapons aside. Otherwise the next lightning bolt's gonna send you flying right off the edge there, and we both know that's a long way down..." she said, pointing to the nearest edge of the plateau.<br/><br/>However as she threatened the hulking orc, Morgan's battle cry briefly caught her attention, "Oi! OUR sanctuary!"