<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/1qu4kKd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tera Mistdancer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276156.msg13811691#msg13811691)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Yardness of Courtship<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>HP:</strong>5 / 77  (3 Nonlethal)<br/><strong>AC:</strong>33, Touch: 19, FF: 23, CMD: 42<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort +11, Ref +15, Will +9, Init +5, Perc +26<br/><strong>Active effects/spells:</strong>Sickened<br/><strong>Pre-Rolled Checks:</strong>Initiative = 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120488); Perception =<del>27 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120489)</del>42 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121596)<br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fort Saving Throw</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-07-13 20:11:20, Re Z L - Tera (uid: 39480) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122776):  Failed!<br/>Nonlethal damage:     At 2018-07-13 20:18:56, Re Z L - Tera (uid: 39480) rolls: 1d6 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122777)<br/></div></div><br/>Tera growled threateningly back at the warrior's attempted swings, though she was able to deftly avoid any further damage which likely would have laid her out and left her at the mercy of her assailants or the strange tentacles.  She was distracted briefly by the tentacles that seemed to be reclaiming the defeated fighters, the cleric and now the rogue, perhaps they were just zombie-like creatures that carried out the will of whatever intelligence the plant-like tentacles had...<br/><br/>The whispy tendrils of magic soon caught her attention as well as the wizard finished casting some kind of spell.  The fur along her spine rose instinctively though soon her form was unravelled forcefully, causing some physical discomfort and leaving her on hands and knees on the floor--and showing off much of her thighs and rear to anyone that was standing anywhere behind her.<br/><br/>"What is--" she began to complain before the tendrils of force began their slow, gentle caresses along her exposed flesh, "Oh-ooooh!" she moaned out lewdly, scarcely able to control herself, "s-so---oooh!" she moaned once again.<br/><br/>So distracted, she clenched her thighs together and squirmed in place, attempting to keep herself away from the fighter that was still looming over her and ready to attack.