At 2016-04-28 16:08:33, Robyn Hood (uid: 15876) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88063) Using<strong>Arcane Art</strong>to give Phelypsis +1d4 forward to damage.<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i986.photobucket.com/albums/ae348/Stef82K/Private/Mermaid/Mermaid022_zps1c5c7c05.png)</div>Lorelei looked left... and right... it seemed there was little but chaos in the camp. She was backing up defensively from the bearded bugbear, her handy blanket not quite up to the task of stopping such a beast for long.<em>'I'll remember this, blanket.'</em>she said to herself and nearly laughed, probably casting an awkward smile at the bugbear. Then a moment of relief as Nuria stood up and began her threats, to which the odd woman never failed to deliver on only to see a few fiery sparks then nothing. Lorelei rolls her eyes and reaches up to pinch her forehead when Nuria then offers her body, which is something else the woman never failed to deliver on.<br/><br/>She just shrugs at the bearded bugbear as the two of them share a moment looking askance at the situation near the fire. But when he cackles and kicks her pack she sounds indignant, "Hey! There is an incredibly valuable heirloom in there, be careful you oaf." His snarling response elicited an audible gulp from Lorelei and then things went from bad to worse. Fire exploded around the camp and her arms raised up to shield herself from the sudden wave of heat. The initial blast of hot air subsided and she lowered her arms looking at the face of her attacker. But before she could respond there was a howling from Phelypsis. Just like that the bearded adversary ordered her to stay still and dashed off.<br/><br/>Left alone she just stared, flabbergasted. Her eyes moved over the bugbears and their obvious intentions with her friend, then down at her luscious curvy figure. She hoisted her own breasts a moment, looking rather disappointed, giving a harrumph her fists went to her hips, "Really? I mean, nothing you see here you like. HRMPH!" Now left alone, she glanced at her weapon. One thing she could not deny, she was not a very good fighter, but Phelypsis was. Lorelei's voice started low but quickly rose even above the sound of the fire, she twisted in a seductive dance; hair and robes flowing around her. Above, if anyone were watching, certain stars and the moon seemed to brighten and flow with color as she invoke the power of the musica universalis and propelled it into Phelypsis who could feel her strength grow. Confident in her weave of magic, she mad a mad sprint for her weapon.