<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/Wise_Woman%27s_Apprentice.jpg)<br/><em>Marissa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=221374.msg10880298#msg10880298)</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Human   <strong>Class:</strong> Arcanist (Blade Adept)|Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 12/12  <strong>AC:</strong> 12 <strong>CMB </strong>+1; <strong>CMD </strong>13 <br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br/><strong>Str </strong>10, <strong>Dex </strong>14, <strong>Con </strong>12, <strong>Int </strong>16, <strong>Wis </strong>10, <strong>Cha </strong>12<br/><strong>Arcane Reservoire:</strong> 4/4 <strong>Panache:</strong> 4/4<br/><strong>Perception:</strong> +4 <strong>Sense Motive</strong>: +4 <strong> Saves:</strong> +1/+4/+2 <br/><strong>Attack:</strong>: dagger +1 (1d4/19-20)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>  None</div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>0 (at will):</strong> dancing lights, detect magic, ghost sound (DC 13), prestidigitation<br/><strong> 1st:</strong> mage armor, color spray<br/></div></div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Corruption/Transformations</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pure Human, baby.</div></div><hr/></div><br/>Her lips opened with a startled gasp, teeth clenched together a heartbeat later as Marissa hesitantly drew in the moisture-laden air. A half-remembered touch lingered in her thoughts, her mind still standing on the precipice between lurid dream and reality. But the waking mind inevitably asserted itself, the only remnant a burning sense of need that the young woman forced herself to dismiss, banishing any further thought on the state of her aching nipples and the dampness that -- actually, that she felt all over.<br/><br/>Marissa was lying on something that was hard and soft at the same time. That was odd. As she slowly opened crusted eyes, she realized that it was moving beneath her, rising and falling and rising and falling -- breathing. Her head rested on something soft, long hair in tumbles all over. Something sharp was poking into her left cheek.<br/><br/>With a sigh she pushed herself up despite the sense of weariness, eyes cast downwards to her improvised pillow. Sure as the sun went up, she had been sprawled out all over Canin, her left leg caught firmly under the weight of 'Dog' -- the half-orc's mislabeled wolf companion -- and quickly found that, no, she wasn't going to get out from under there without significant effort.<br/><br/>"Ugh," she voiced her frustration in a particularly eloquent manner, narrowing her eyes at the woman lying beneath her.  If her own state -- she felt like she had been hit by a horse wagon -- was any indication, the gun-toting gal was probably not going to wake up from gentle prodding. So she did the next best thing to smelling salts and briefly pinched her nose shut.<br/>