<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gz8cBzi.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Landa Forestdottir</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291505.msg14314583#msg14314583</div></div><br/><br/>Landa stiffed and her mouth opened and shut as the orc... her master... kicked away the sword.  Her fingers twitched and opened and shut as she tried to grip a weapon and somehow resist.  Yet the power of the collar whispered in seductively in her mind words and actions of submission, acceptance and surrender.  The orc was big, male and virile and the insidious voice convinced her that she should obey her master.  Her eyes shifted from one orc to another yet she couldn't move from where she waited for the next command.<br/><br/>She looked down with horror at the manacles as they slid to a stop at her feet.  Landa knew what was next and tried to steel her will.  Yet when the command came obedience was entirely natural.  Without thinking of resistance Landa knelt and picked up the manacles.  "Yes, master," she answered without thinking.  Working quickly Landa quickly shackled herself and held out her hands palm up.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Will Save</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Landa rolled: 1d20, adding -2 to the total<br/>Comment: Will save<br/>Result: 1, <br/>Total: -1</div></div>