Name: Thorsen'melis<br/>Tagging: Ilset Val'atha<br/>Location: The Walking Duck<br/><br/>Skill: 10<br/>Stamina: 18<br/>Luck: 12<br/>Captured Maidens: 0<br/><br/>Thorsen laid his hand upon his bare green chest, laughing lightly at her comment “There is a difference between you and me. I am a creature of the fight; born in the depths of hell you could only dream about but I learned something about the world around me when I was down burning in hell. I learned that if you want anything you take it from those that would dare stand in your way. The whips upon my shoulder proved that word every day of my life but what those humans didn't know was that I was growing strong with each time they stuck me. Now you will feel two decades of hate and anger.”<br/><br/>He raised his right hand high above him as he stuck downwards at her form. His claws ran only along her clothing, causing a loud ripping noise to fill the air while his claws had only barely scratched her skin but he had been close enough to break apart her cloak. The shredding of her clothing was about her form but it allowed him sight of her form. His claws went to his protective under armor as he allowed it to fall down to the ground. His girth was exposed to the air, at least a foot long in length but it was flaccid. The gold skirt had fallen down but he moved closer to her “Welcome to your new fate that you were destined to full fill.”<br/><br/>Thorsen followed up with a quick grab at her waist with two quick grabs to pull her up towards his face so that her slit would be right in front of his maw. Opening his maw so his forked tongue lurched forwards into the slit of her. Thorsen allowed his forked tongue to lightly trace her slit but stopped a a few times at her clit to provide a bit more stimulation.<br/><br/>Roll:At 2014-09-08 01:17:27, Interdiction of words (uid: 54134) rolls: 2d6a10 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=64298)<br/>Notes: Stamina attack