<div class="floatright"><strong>Waywocket</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1426309)<br/>(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com/i/InCase/384359/InCase-384359-Alfie_chapter_6_cover.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d8 | <strong>HP:</strong> 13/15 | <strong>AC:</strong> 14 | <br/><strong>Proficiency(+2):</strong> Religion, Perception, <br/>Survival, Medicine   | <br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Intelligence, Wisdom   | <br/><strong>Dmg:</strong> Unarmed 1d4+2, Quarterstaff 1d6+2 (1d8+2 TH)<br/>Dagger 1d4+2</div><br/>Waywocket tosses a bright smile at Wren as the other gnome's hammer crumples the Gnoll she'd been fighting. "Thanks Wren!"<br/><br/>The leader's call and the Gnolls starting to flee draws a frown from Waywocket, her staff lashing out wildly in an attempt to tag the fleeing beast only to miss by quite a bit. Rocking on her heels she moves to chase after the Gnolls only to stop as a bolt of fire lanced out after the beastmen. Turning around, and watching as the group began regathering she moves up to Wren.<br/><br/>The grin on her lips and the words on the tip of her tongue die out as Sumara kneels down by them. The elvish woman's words drawing a shake from Waywocket's head. "Not your fault! They were all... eeep." Her words die off into a squeak of surprise as Sumara's fingers sink into the flesh of one squishy breast through her thin dress. More squeaks slip from her and she wiggles in place, the energy of the healing seeping through her while Sumara's fondling jiggles and shakes the lush breast in the elf's grip. Her cheeks burn a bright red the longer the fondling goes, her fidgeting and twisting shaking the clinging dress about her bouncing curves.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><br/>AoO on Gnoll C Result: 9 :(  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=112814)<br/><br/><br/></div></div>