<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qsioRd2.png)</div><strong>Morgan Typhoon (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2334172)</strong><em>Human Legendary Shifter 1 CG</em><strong>HP</strong>6 / 12<strong>Init</strong>1<strong>AC</strong>17<strong>Fort</strong>4<strong>Ref</strong>3<strong>Will</strong>1<strong>CMB</strong>+5<strong>BAB</strong>1<strong>Primary Natural Attack</strong>5 (1d6+4, 20)<br/><strong>Secondary Natural Attack</strong>0 (1d6+2, 20)<br/><strong>Scimitar</strong>+5 (1d6+4, 18-20/2)<strong>Str</strong>19 (4)<strong>Dex</strong>12 (1)<strong>Con</strong>14 (2)<strong>Wis</strong>8 (-1)<strong>Int</strong>10 (0)<strong>Cha</strong>15 (2)<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted Uniform with Lamellar Armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In front of the mill<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ceri, Ophelia, Dipple<br/><hr/><br/>Breasts. Everything was breasts. This definitely beat everything being cold or warm engulfing darkness as it had been during unconsciousness, for sure, but it also decidedly lead to Morgan turning a bit more pink and even slightly red as she was suddenly caught between the two women and between their chests, squeezed together. It was about all she could to not give away further how much she was enjoying her new form right about now! Ever so subtly, the blob held onto Ophelia, so she wouldn't tumble over, as she seemed exhausted. A thank-you for both revitalizing her with magic<em>and</em>for this situation. Of course, that also meant that Morgan's compressed form between the two was perfectly contoured against their chests right now, wiggling slightly from the pressure in more ways than one. At this point Morgan was turning from pink into red even faster.<br/><br/>Morgan's 'eyes' on top of the blob blinked at Ceri, embarrassed of course, but not about to tell. "Eh-hehe... w-who knows? M-maybe I just change color with time... or something... This wasn't exactly planned..." she responded, one bit of slime forming into a bit of a pseudopod to look over Ceri's shoulder at the new arrival. Dipple, huh? She was really cute. And really small. A gnome, for sure. "Hey there!" The pseudopod waved briefly at the new arrival before continuing.<br/><br/>"I think Ceri's right. The blacksmith could be in worse danger. But these things, they were... really strong. We need to be really careful advancing, if we go. But if Ophelia's magic is exhausted, then we should rest. We won't help anyone by getting ourselves seriously hurt, or worse." The slime continued from her very comfortable resting place. "I'm sure I can probably change form again if we have to fight again."