<strong>Name: Talia of Ashwood</strong><br/><strong>Class: Cleric</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/df/c4/99/dfc49967faa0e3e8871f50354e621224.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Strength</strong>: Arms<strong>Vulnerability</strong>: Head<br/><br/><strong>Willpower</strong>: 25<strong>Defense</strong>: 8 (+2 from Guardian Spirit)<strong>Morale</strong>: 11<br/><br/><strong>Bondage:</strong><strong>Head</strong>:<strong>Arms</strong>:<strong>Legs</strong>:<br/><br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:<br/><br/><hr/><em>Beacon of hope?!</em>That seemed beyond silly to Talia, that for a few moments, she blinked in surprise and forgot even to struggle, feeling groping hands of the alchemist on her.<strong> "What the...?!"</strong>she snarled a few heartbeats later, renewing her frantic struggle to take Amanda's hands off her.<strong>"Let me go you pervert!"</strong>she snarled, feeling the first tingle of arousal from the alchemist touch, which only made her struggle more. "Happy now, you divine twat?!" she muttered, addressing her goddess. Over the years of her travel, she and her goddess had a weird love-hate relationship no priest she knew had. The goddess seemed to be fond of her, providing her with power whenever she needed, and Talia was grateful for that, but at the same time, incidents like this made Talia sorry to ever take that vow. Perhaps the goddess just let her die and not torment her like this?! But that was past, and Talia didn't like to dwell on the past too much. Especially, when weird things were happening. Like those vines that were moving and...<br/><strong> "This is not the time and place to do tha..."</strong>- Talia trailed off, watching with amazement how the vines shifted and rose into several humanoid forms that began moving rather menacingly into their direction.<br/>She heard stories about spirits of nature rising against those who wronged it and those stories never ended well. Forgetting the groping hands on her breasts, she quickly muttered a prayer for her goddess blessing to bestow on the blade-master, asking the goddess to make her blade sharper and damage her enemies more. She'd deal with the alchemist, but the blademaster could use some help, she reasoned. Some of those vines looked thick, too thick for a mere blade to hack at...<br/>Warm feeling washed over Talia as her goddess responded to her prayer. Talia smiled, feeling the divine energy fill the space around her, flowing towards the blade-master.<br/><br/><br/>(Use Grant Blessing on Aletta for more damage. The prayer grants Aletta +4 bonus to damage - the bonus roll is https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=144291)