<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/afRPyAC.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: 40/47, AC/TAC/FFAC: 20/11/19, CMD: 24, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 46<br/>Languages: Common, Abyssal<br/>3 Int Damage<br/>Touch of Corruption (7/7)<br/><br/>Spells:<br/>1st - Litany of Sloth (exchangeable), Litany of Weakness (exchangeable), <em>empty</em><br/>2nd - Invisibility (exchangeable)<br/><br/>SLAs:<br/>Command, Charm Person, Summon Monster IV (perm duration)<br/><br/><br/>EEEEEEEEER - WHAT<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>Taggging</strong>Margrat, Mr Dwarf, Fairy<br/><br/>Sagu acting aggressively was one thing, and not an unknown phenomenon, but then everything else shorted out. Suddenly the connection was gone, the energy wasn't there. And the being that appeared next to her didn't help. And when... she? spoke, oh hell no.<br/><br/>Princess Harriet listened to the sprite inadvertently, immediately releasing the two men she carried over her arms. But before the little twit could speak, Princess Harriet's hands shot and snatched her up, iron fingers wrapping around the small, flimsy torso and giving a warning squeeze.<strong>"Excuse me, but considering you just showed up when everything happened, I'm going to assume you had something to do with it or know what's going on."</strong><br/><br/>She gave a smile, nice and sharp that highlighted her canines.<strong>"So if you could, please tell me what the fuck just happened, and how it's related to you. What path, and why. Quickly please."</strong><br/><br/>But you know what, something tickled the back of Harriet's blurred mind. With a growl she took out some rope and quickly bound the little winged wench, the silk binding unsuited for tying up one so small but doing a fine enough job anyway, wrenched up the two manacled guards, and began dragging them behind her as she started to head back, to where she had stayed the night. She had a hunch, and the anger that was now boiling inside of her was reawakening appetites that were clearly still groggy from the night's rest.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Grapple of 23 for that fairy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127862)</div></div>