<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/FHUiatu.jpg)</div><strong>Zell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14591303#msg14591303)</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>44/44,<strong>AC:</strong>16,<strong>CMD:</strong>15 (18 vs dirty tricks),<strong>Alter Self:</strong>1/1,<strong>Postcounter:</strong>1<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Maldur<br/><strong>Taggging:</strong>-<br/><hr/><br/>At last her quest was at an end. Zell never had felt so nervous before. Standing across the room stood an imposing, robed man. Zell couldn't see his face, but she knew it was him, her creator. The one she was destined to meet. He would take her in, tell her everything she wanted to know and then they could be a family. Oh how she longed for this moment. Taking shuffling steps, the slime girl slowly wobbled to the other side, until she was right in front of him. As she was searching for words, she could feel his judging gaze upon her. Gathering all her courage, she suddenly bursted out. "Creator! I'm Zell and I...I..."<br/><br/>Before she could continue, the man placed a hand on her shoulder. All the stress seemed to seep out of her as she felt silent. Anxious she awaited for him to speak, but as he was about to address her....<br/><br/>*Splat*<br/><br/><em>Mmm-hmm...a..boot?</em>She muttered inside as she got pulled out of her fantasy.<em>Nooooo, Zell was only dreaming!!!</em>This saddened the little slime for a short while. Even so, now that she was awake, she took a moment to take in her surroundings. The presence of the creator was still there, relatively close. Zell figured it couldn't be more then a couple blocks. This brightened her mood. As for the 'boot' in question, it seemed to be attached to some no good tall-folk, as Salben would have called them.<br/><br/>He and his companion were discussing something. Zell didn't care much but the mention of gluttony made her realize she was feeling a bit hungry.<em>Mmm-hmm...food or creator?.....hmmm...Both...</em><br/><br/>After making up her mind, Zell began to slither forward and navigate the city streets, oozing between the cobblestones and keeping to the gutters. She was heading in the direction she sensed the creator would be, but keeping an 'eye' out for some potential food to gobble up.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Being all sneaky sneaky: Stealth: 34 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128271)<br/>Sensing around: Perception: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128272)<br/></div></div>