<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Wren Bushberry</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=279784.msg13755164#msg13755164)<br/>(https://78.media.tumblr.com/eb38a2dc5f9a953b7cc9a9ec7cb10202/tumblr_p0x3bjEQ3x1tk4029o2_1280.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>HD:</strong> 2d8 | <strong>HP:</strong> 16/17 | <strong>AC:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2 (Religion, Insight<br/>Medicine, Persuasion)<br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Cha, Wis<br/><strong>Damage:</strong> Warhammer (1d8+2 / 1d10+2) | <br/>Light Crossbow (1d8)</span></div></div><br/><br/>Wren cracked up into a peal of giggles at Waywocket's impression of her master, covering her mouth halfway through to try to not disturb the others too much.<strong>"Well, I suppose I got off lucky, then. Lots of pilgrimmages, hymns, the, uh, occasional anointing..."</strong>Her cheeks colored a lovely pink shade.<strong>"Though the abbess <em>did</em> insist I always use a human-sized broom, which was super-annoying."</strong>She wobbled again at the tug to her armor, smirking and giving Waywocket's hand a light bat.<strong>"It's not <em>that!</em> bad!"</strong>The feel of the other gnome's hand brushing her skin brings a little tingle up though, and seems to lead to a decision. Wren huffs a little and stands.<strong>"<em>Well</em>... I won't be able to sleep in this stuff <em>anyway</em>... I'll, I'll be right back!"</strong>She chirps and heads a little further into the cave.<br/><br/>Taking advantage of shadows and a convenient rock formation, Wren unlaced her tabard and slipped it off. Next was the more awkward part of getting the cuirass off, since she could only unfasten one side at a time, one-handed. She grumbled about silly armor designs while the scrystone buzzed around her for the good angles. She let out a soft sigh of relief as the armor came loose from around her chest, allowing her to tug it up, off her shoulders and overhead, leaving chest covered just by a soft cloth wrap. She'd never admit it to Waywocket, but the armor<em>was</em>heavier than it looked, and she was feeling a bit chafed, even with the padding... Wren cast a quick glance around, and began unwinding the thin wrap from her breasts, finally freeing the round, perky mounds after a few moments. The scrystone zoomed in closer so the home viewers could get a look, before she poked the viewer away.<em>"They're just tits,"</em>she muttered quietly to it. she gave another surreptitious glance around to make sure no one was barging in on her, and using the tips of her fingers, began a soft massage over both, working her way down over her soft belly to her hips, relieving some of the irritation from armor and weather alike...<br/><br/>Unfastening the mail kilt was much easier; it was basically just a belt, and the waist of the thing just fell to her mid-thigh, where a leather garter secured it further.<em>Snap, snap</em>, the buttons on those cuffs were freed, and Wren slipped her lithe legs free of the armor, rubbing the skin of her thighs as she had her top half, sighing as her hand climbed higher, higher, towards the triangle of thin fabric between her legs... She blinked when the scrystone bumped her fingers, totally ruining the moment. Oh well! She curled her arms aroudn herself, and cast a quick glance aroudn the edge of the rock she was hiding behind, before reaching again for her tabard.<br/><br/>Just a bare moment later, Wren came out of her cubby, looking<em>much</em>more comfortable, apparently clad only in her tabard; it was laced a little closer, now that the armor was out from under it, but it still flowed a little loosely around her. The weight of her holy symbol on her upper chest helped it mold to her breasts, her nipples still stiff against the chill in the cave. Much of her legs were bare as well, the silky white and blue fabric swishing between her knees and calves as she walked back to<br/>Waywocket and sat down with a little sigh. She beamed a smile at the other Gnome.<strong>"I guess you were right, I actually feel a lot better without all that stuff on!"</strong>The self-massage had helped as well, of course... Incomplete as it was. She looked towards their<em>host</em>as well, nose crinkling.<strong>"And I had a little time to think about, uh, her, too..."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Religion Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-02-17 05:48:59, Wren (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=114355)<br/><br/>Tell the cleric player about snow ghosts that live in caves, LH  XD</div></div>