<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/79/Orc_Female_%28Canin%29_by_tobsen85-d7wdrne.jpg/617px-Orc_Female_%28Canin%29_by_tobsen85-d7wdrne.jpg)<br/><em>Canin (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_-0kLmDOosxRVkxdW16eUxDNTg/view?usp=sharing)</em> and <em> Dog (http://[url=https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_-0kLmDOosxTzRDNDE3UXMwaXc/view?usp=sharing)</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Half-Orc  <strong>Class:</strong>Cavalier (Dune Drifter)1| Bard 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 11/11 <strong>AC:</strong> 13 <strong>CMB </strong>+1; <strong>CMD </strong>14 <br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +5<br/><strong>Str </strong>10, <strong>Dex </strong>16, <strong>Con </strong>12, <strong>Int </strong>10, <strong>Wis </strong>12, <strong>Cha </strong>14<br/><strong>Grit:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Bardic Performance:</strong> 6/6<br/><strong>Perception:</strong> +5 <strong>Sense Motive</strong>: +5 <strong> Saves:</strong> +3/+5/+3 <br/><strong>Attack:</strong>: Pistol +4 (20/x4, 1d8 Bludgeoning/Piercing damage, 20 ft range)<br/>Sickle +4 (20/x2, 1d6 Slashing damage, 5 ft range, trip)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>  None</div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells Known</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>0 (at will):</strong> Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Mending, Open/Close<br/><strong> 1st:</strong> Cure Light Wounds, Grease<br/></div></div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Corruption/Transformations</div><div class="spoiler_body">Half-orc is half-orc.</div></div><hr/></div><br/>Teasing touches and an almost ethereal sense of self...It was like she was floating, subject to this demon, falling victim to its light touches, tempting her by avoiding all her erogenous zones, and yet still making her want more, silently pleading for something more substantial as its tongue explored her mouth. The sensation was so overwhelming, it made her lose all sense of fear, simply wanting more, something more substantial...<em>Wait.</em>She wasn't here for this nonsense!  She managed to tear herself away from the strange visions, and as she awoke, she became aware of several things, all within a short period of time.  First, there was a weight upon her, shifting slightly... She grunted in annoyance at this, still tired from whatever had befallen her, but that's when she felt the difficulty in breathing, an effect of Marissa pinching her nose shut.<br/><br/>In an instant, her eyes shot open, blazing red and white respectively, staring up at a human's soft features.  With a two spoken words, she roughly forced the woman on top of her back, though her leg would still be caught under Dog's body.<strong>"Off...Now!"</strong>Her command echoed ominously throughout the seemingly empty cave, if one were discounting the fireflies as something not worth counting as "living". Now that she was free from the weight formerly holding her down, she dusted herself off, her eyes easily adjusting to the cave, largely due to the fireflies.  Her hands immediately went to her sides, and she gave a silent sigh of relief that both of her weapons were still present at her sides.  That was a good thing, at least.  With another little grunt, she called out to her companion, giving a sharp whistle before calling her name.<br/><br/><strong>"Dog, come!"</strong><br/><br/>The sleeping wolf would slowly do just that, lifting herself off of Marissa's leg as she, too, woke up from her slumber, ending her journey next to Canin's leg, waiting for another order.<strong>"Good girl..."</strong>She muttered that, not really caring for the others to hear it. Of course, she only saw one other for now, but who knew if she'd passed someone up with her eyes.  She took in the room again, looking for anything of value, and almost immediately, she spotted the northern passage, flooded with dull light, while the western passage was the opposite, swallowing any light and hope with it...Meanwhile, an ancient door lies beyond the pillars, protected by  strange abjuration magic.<br/><br/><strong>"Gaah, stupid magic!"</strong>She complained openly, pacing back towards Marissa, wearing that same intimidating visage as she always did when she bullied the human girl.  Truth be told, she was happy to see her again...  She pointed to the abjuration-enhanced door and grimaced at the woman beneath her, Dog following her faithfully.<strong> "Oy, you do that magic crap, don'tcha?  I mean, that's what you were always locked up in that funky little house for...Do some of your fancy little handwaves or whatever to get that door down, yeah? Make yourself useful or something, kitten."</strong><br/><br/>"Kitten" was, of course, the name she'd always called the girl when they were younger, when she knew she could get away with bullying the girl. She'd always compared her to a meek baby cat, unable to defend herself, which made her ripe to target...While things had changed quite a bit, it was still a nickname she enjoyed calling her, if only because she'd grown attached to it.