(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/34/c9/e6/34c9e6ed9c65398257cec0c7ec06e579.jpg)(https://cdn.inprnt.com/thumbs/eb/d5/ebd562a93037c44c7fd21f4addeff8f5.jpg?response-cache-control=max-age=2628000)(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e0/7d/71/e07d710dbd23758caebf212159a95458.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Combat Round 5</strong><br/><br/><em>Initiative</em>Taris -> Duckham (Enraged) -> Aeryn ->  Baroness-> Evita(webbed for 2 more roundz) -><br/><br/>Taris unleashed a volley of elementally enhanced arrows at the woman, who was consequentially blasted backwards, sending her stumbling back.. and whilest she didn't fall, she reverted back to her human form, looking more disoriented than anything, before gasping, staring at the arrow in her shoulder.. and collapsing.<br/><br/><strong>Combat Concluded!</strong><br/><br/>Taris found herself standing before the now unconscious blonde, her.. changes fading back into a suprisingly harmless seeming human form.. but with the Adrenaline of the combat slowly fading, so did her awareness of the situation...<br/><br/><strong>Posting Treshhold reached!</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Taris</div><div class="spoiler_body">Taris loses the Beginning Stage Demonic curse trait, reaches level eight and gains:<br/>Demonic Curse, Advanced Stage: +4 Charisma, +2 Strength, -2 Wisdom. Profane Obediance: You take a -2 penalty on all skills, saves, ability checks, attack rolls and damage rolls against Outsiders with the evil subtype that are of equal or higher level than you. This penalty is doubled against the one that afflicted you with this curse.<br/>You further gain:<br/>50% immunity to fire and profane energy, 50% Vunerability to holy energy. Dr 1/2 Hd, overcome by Good (currently dr 4/good)<br/>You are treated as both your original race and an evil outsider, with an aura of evil half of your character level in Hd.<br/>Furthermore you gain the ability to use the following spell like abilities, with your charisma as your spellcasting stat and your HD as your caster level, at the apropriate levels:<br/>1–2    Darkness 3/day<br/>3–4    Desecrate<br/>5-6    Unholy blight<br/>7-8    Poison 3/day<br/>9-10 Contagion<br/>11-12 Blasphemy<br/>13-14 Unholy aura 3/day, unhallow<br/>15-16 Horrid wilting<br/>17-18 Summon monster IX (fiends only)<br/>19-20 Destruction<br/><br/>Note if you posess fire resistance this is applied first, the resistance reduces the damage, then immunity applies. If you have 5 fire resistance and are hit for 8 fire damage, you take 2. If you are hit for 80, you take 38.</div></div><br/>Meanwhile, not far away.<br/>"Ohohoho... I'll play quite a lot with you human sluts.. but first, let's go to my own abode, oh.. and we have some guards to call on this vile Assassine!" She then smirked.. "Plus, I want to know the secrets of your body..."<br/><br/><br/><em>A while later...</em><br/><br/><strong>DM<br/>Location: Unknown.<br/>Tag: Taris</strong><br/>(Note: Feel free to choose a new, more demonic-elf portrait for Taris as her body changes under the effects of the curse.)<br/><br/>Taris awakens from a strange dream.. a dream in which she'd been acosted by the guards of senval, only to seduce them with her body, earning her freedom. She notices she is naked, but her clothes hand besides her by the bedside.. a bed that is empty besides her, even though her vivid memory recalls many a guard lying by her side. She feels well rested.. although her body feels a little sore. The memory of something wet, warm and delicious lingers on her tongue as she fully shakes herself awake.. and notices she is in a prison cell, bars obscuring the view of a barely raised dawn.<br/>She is alone.. for a long moment, anyway. Until a black ghost-lady enters her room, with a purple glow around her outline and a playful smile on her lips.<br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/85/fc/2e/85fc2ef21b01140f660122b2d5b5c5a7.jpg)<br/><br/>"Hey cutie.. hope I didn't startle you. So... long story short, you broke in on a cultist gathering, killed the leader, injured the watchdog and now, turns out his right hand wants to ruin everyone's day. Now, technically." She raised a finger. "I'm supposed to capture you and deliver you to said cult, but, hah, you know, kind voided that contract, plus, all of our contracts come with a 'safety for the contractor' bit and I'm pretty sure that the Baroness who was technically the one to hire us is being manipulated. Welp, anyways, introduction time. I'm Victoria Von Raven, The Sin of Lust. Wanna talk?" She gave an innocent smile and folded her hands.<br/><br/><hr/><em>Meanwhile</em><br/><br/>(https://scontent-sin6-2.cdninstagram.com/vp/f0b4e61a363f327d9b9bd369ecfd4834/5CF796BA/t51.2885-15/e35/45426239_208022323427770_1679067197512636310_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-sin6-2.cdninstagram.com&se=7&ig_cache_key=MTkyMDA0NTU4MjY5NTI4MzA1MA%3D%3D.2)<br/><strong>Baroness Raven,<br/>Bondage dungeon<br/>Tag: Evita</strong><br/><br/>Evita was, currently, riding on a horse. Well, at least that's what the Contraptio (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61mhwaxea9L._SX355_.jpg) was called. A gag muffled her voice and her arms were bound by a set of chains.<br/><br/>Lady Aeryn was a kinky mistress.. it was a true shame she took everything just a little too far. Evita's back hurt after the whip-lashes had been digging into her skin, and while she had climaxed wantonly, the elf, or rather, as Aeryn had revealed herself when she discarded her glamers, dark-elf, had never bothered to let her down for some proper after-play care.<br/>(You are rested, but at half hp.)<br/><br/>It was the Baroness that opened the dungeon door, light shining down onto Evita, as she cleared her throat. "I'm sorry." She nodded, stepping forwards and presenting a healing potion. "It.. cach.. chah..." She cleared her throat. "I hope the night wasn't too hard on you, Lady Aeryn.. enjoys her new toys. We'll make way to some.. devilish prison, I'd heard. Drink.. It'll ease your body.. and the addiction. Yes, it is emberassing to admit, but.. I am now effectively her slave. At least whence the Marquis was still alive, he could keep Lady Aeryn in a balance of powers, but no.. I'm but the most powerful tool for her,.. as are you. Well... things aren't chhha.. ckh.a..." She coughed. "Thing's aren't all bad.. at least hmnn.. we have the potion..." She writhed a little, lustfully. Evita could feel it too, a tingling of desire for the drug Aeryn used.. albeit it was not an all consuming desire.. yet.<br/><br/>"Drink this.. and get yourself ready. We must head for the road at mistress command. Soon she shall rule all... I am not sure to pray or weep for it." The Baroness mused, averting her eyes from Evita's.