<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/OuoKVBU.png)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>"Eyes are up here"</em></span><br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/frRpb83.png)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>"Good boy, that's better."</em></span></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Priscilla<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Party<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Ornate, silken and revealing clothing of no protection<br/><strong>HP:</strong>18/18<strong>XP:</strong>0/8<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the princess enters the room she is already fraught with peril as a small amount of dust and/or seawater has dared insult her lineage and<em>good breeding</em>by afixing itself to the lower portion of her finely crafted boots. She takes great care in her voluptuous form as she moves with precision and grace, trying to ensure that no wayward nails, rocks or splinters should catch upon her silks or her bodice, remembering will the<em>indecent incident</em>from a week or so prior which ended up badly for everyone involved. At least one tavern patron had lost an eye from the sudden release of pressure from the buttons as they had soared. The last of what little wealth she had remaining was spent on sending the poor man flowers while he was attending the town's doctor.<br/><br/>Before her eyes could take in the vast amount of wealth in the room, she had to bring her hand up to her mouth as she saw the fae elf, Enniya, stifling a laugh as the fluffy-eared lady squirmed. She had read a story book in her youth of an elderly mallard who swam in gold and couldn't help but draw connections as the busty girl attempted to free herself... Actually from what she heard from entering the room Abigail must have drawn the same conclusion.<br/><strong>"Good heavens Enniya, however did you manage to get yourself into such a situation?"</strong>she asked as she removed her hand, a wide smirk still plastered on her face, coming in at the tail end of the escapade due to her own painfully slow progress to avoid her wardrobe being tampered with,<strong>"Might you require us to obtain some kind of... of <em>shovel</em> so help you out or are you okay under dearest Fugue's ministrations whilst the rest of us harry this back to the ship. You know, there's a lesson to be learned here of loving wealth too much and seeking glory in the wrong places t-"</strong><br/>As her hand gently brushed against an objet d'art as her eyes glanced over it, she barely made it away before she was caught under a landslide of her own!<br/><strong>"Oh my. W-well. Shall we get to work ladies?"</strong>she asked, not seemingly moving to do anything which might make her perspire herself.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>The World is Made of <em>Love </em>and <em>Glory</em></strong>- At 2019-06-22 14:12:43, Priscilla (uid: 2076) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137481)<br/>ERROR. Impassioned speech interrupted by landslide!<em>The world is made of narrow escapes from becoming an easy target of assault by Fugue!</em><br/><br/><strong>Searching the treasure</strong>- At 2019-06-22 14:06:51, Priscilla (uid: 2076) rolls: 2d6 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137480)<br/>-<del>You find an expensive object (art, jewels, etc)</del><br/>-<del>You find a useful object (a weapon, armor, magical items)</del><br/><strong>-You avoid getting entangled or collapsed under shifting treasure</strong>.