<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/7KixH7w.jpg?1)</div><strong>Princess Harriet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14440794#msg14440794)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 46/53, AC/TAC/FFAC: 20/11/19, CMD: 27, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 51<br/>Languages: Common, Abyssal<br/>3 Int Damage<br/>Touch of Corruption (9/9)<br/><br/>Spells:<br/>1st - Litany of Sloth (exchangeable), Litany of Weakness (exchangeable), <em>empty</em><br/>2nd - Invisibility (exchangeable), <em>empty</em><br/><br/>SLAs:<br/>Command, Charm Person, Summon Monster IV (perm duration)<br/><br/><br/>EEEEEEEEER - WAIT<br/><br/>Her ability to smite good, to summon fiends, to inflict cruelties upon herself an others are sealed away. </div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>Maldur Countryside, farmhouse<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>PB3, un-KOd Guard<br/><br/>The rumble that began in Princess Harriet's chest was half-growl of appreciation, half hum of interest as she looked at her skin and claws. And the tail she could feel, it further lengthening, hardening, growing... better. PB had burned her shoulder where she had been standing, but it hadn't hurt-hurt. Her fingernails had been painted a nice crimson red, to match her hair and dress, yet even after they had grown longer, heavier, and tipped, they were still the same red. She checked from the underside to find that her nails had become crimson entirely. Similarly, her new tail started the same white as the rest of her, but the traces of black fed in on each other as the tail went, until the last foot-long segment was pitch black with a crimson blade on one side.<br/><br/>She didn't respond to PB, not right away. Instead she slowly reached forward and pressed the tip of her index talon against the lips of the man below her.<strong>"Shhhhh, shush shush shush. I'll get to you in a bit, so if you know what's good for you, stay right here and don't bother me. We have to talk, ok?"</strong>The smile she wore likely wasn't comforting, but it also made her words ring true. Harriet had the hammer in hand, and with her newfound tail and claws, the obvious damage she could inflict was far vaster than it had been when she was defenseless earlier.<br/><br/>But for now, she had other things to deal with. Princess Harriet popped up to her feet with a joyous spring.<strong>"Oh, PB! Fix this!? How oh how could you say such a thing?!"</strong>Princess Harriet stepped up to the little fey. The hurt, the bit of rage at the suggestion, all was genuine, as Princess Harriet looked<em>beautiful</em>. She loved it, loved herself for every inch. And for perhaps the first time in several days, she frowned severely.<br/><br/><strong>"No, Petal Blossom the Third. <em>I</em> will fix <em>you!</em>"</strong>The focused gaze was on the little fairy, and it was clear that she was locked on.<strong>"It may hurt a little bit, but I promise. I pinky promise. I'll try not to kill you, ok?"</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Unless PB begins first, Harriet gets up in PB's square and starts combat.<br/>Begin combat! A nice initiative result of 6! (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127910)<br/><br/>If she's in five foot step range, discard hammer as a free action and attack nonlethally with power attack on all three natural attacks (2x +9, 1d4+14; +7, 1d6+7; rend of 1d6+7)<br/>If she's further, charge/move and attack with the hammer, nonlethally with power attack (+10 attack plus charge's +2, 1d8+21)<br/><br/>Every hit comes with a +26 intimidate check to demoralize.<br/><br/>If PB can't be reached or she does something big, er. Reevaluate options?</div></div>