Zuko Style, turning the campfire into a<em>bon</em>fire to scare the bugbears. At 2016-04-28 10:26:12, Nuria (uid: 38603) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88053) No dice.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)</div>Fire. Her dreams were always of fire. Good or bad. Whether it took her into its cleansing embrace, burning away all impurity; whether it danced with her, licking hot against her skin until they melted together in passion; whether it took all she had loved, melting skin and flesh and bone in mad sacrifice. Whether it burned from deep in her core, at her beck and call, searing her enemies in triumphant glory.<br/><br/>Fire was always with her. Her boon, her bane; her greatest strength and ally. It had burned her very mortality away, leaving her something between woman and divine. It fueled her, fed her, served and possessed her both.<br/><br/>This was Nuria. Bearer of the Living Flame, intended priestess, wife and mother to the fiery element itself. And most of the time, she did her best not to live up to this, her destiny. For her, that is a more difficult proposition than some might think …<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>*****</strong></div><br/>Nuria was lying on her back, her sinuous form curled up against the fireplace. Not just the warm remnants of a campire now extinct, no, she literally made a pillow of a burning log and seemed no worse for it. Nor, strangely, did the fire -- another might have have snuffed a low-burning fire out with the mass of their body, but with the flamewielder lying unharmed inside, it simply continued to crackle merrily and shed its warmth.<br/><br/>Of course, she laid there naked; whilst she usually wore leathers that resisted the heat quite handily, there was no reason for her to risk them in her sleep. And it wasn't as if the rather scanty bits of leather provided much protection, whether from slashing blade or roving eye -- she liked to live dangerously.<br/><br/>When Lorelei's lovely voice sounded the cry of alarm, the Godlike's eyes opened instantly, with the readiness of a trained adventurer who had been set upon in her sleep more than just once or twice. Her amber eyes glowed dangerously as she raised her head, this motion a contrast to her initial awakening: slow, almost lazy, as her gaze fell upon the two bugbears who had positioned themselves near the fire.<br/><br/>"Mmmm," she purred, deep from her throat. "The things you wake up to." The woman didn't seem too concerned with the threat of two large monsters so near and pulled herself up, revealing the full glory of her naked form: a warrior born, sculpted, strong and sleek, with long muscular legs, womanly hips, a taut stomach and firm pert breasts, with nipples that stood impishly pointed despite the dire peril of their situation -- or perhaps because of it.<br/><br/>Her red lips curled into a feral grin, lusty and slightly mad as the glow of her eyes mixed with the fire around her. Nuria sized up their assailants from top to bottom without any reservations, then narrowed her eyes like a cat who just spied a particularly appetizing bird. Wisps of smoke and flame trailed around her fingers as she stood and spoke to them.<br/><br/>"If you lot were just randy little bugbears out for a quick fuck," she opened quite bluntly, "Well, I like trying new things. They do say bear meat is delicious." Her gaze grew more intense as the fire below her briefly shuddered in response to her rising desire. "Roasted will have to … do?" Her voice has risen as she spoke, only to sputter out as the flame beneath her failed to respond to her will, failed to rise up into a massive bonfire as she wished. Nuria growled, frustration evident on her face -- apparently she wasn't as instantly awake as she had thought.<br/><br/>"... must still be hung over from last night. Suppose we'll have to do it the old-fashioned way," she hissed as the flickers of ember around her fingers suddenly snapped into coherent form, revealing daggers that seemed to consist of pure flame only.<br/>