<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/KD4ZQ26.jpg)</div><strong>Taris Vannel</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14533999#msg14533999)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>46 / 46<strong>AC:</strong>14<strong>CMD:</strong>21<strong>Arcane Pool:</strong>6 / 6<strong>Arrows:</strong>38<strong>Posts:</strong>54<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Prison Cell<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Victoria von Raven<hr/>Taris smiled slightly and shrugged indulgently as Victoria ran through the preliminaries.  She seemed surprised by Taris's horns, but not particularly interested in the specifics as she brushed it off in favor of her own family history.  Of course, once she realized that Taris hadn't inquired about her own family situation, she simply indulged her with a bemused smile of her own, golden eyes gleaming in the early dawn light.  She knew a bit about the kinds of convoluted family relations that noble lines could create, after all, she was an outlier in her own heritage.<br/><br/>"Such reversals are not so uncommon in my line of work." she said with a bit of a nod, "What did you say earlier?  It's nothing personal?  Business relationships are always in flux based on circumstances."<br/><br/>"I don't know where<em>exactly</em>they'd have be going..." Taris muttered, stroking her chin and closing her eyes for a moment, "The purpose of my little invasion was more to try and uncover their plans than an assassination gambit.  Dropping the Marquis was more a case of trying to make the best of a bad situation." she lifted her shoulders in a helpless shrug, "They're likely closing in on their end game, but my benefactress hasn't seen fit to reveal the location of her cage's threshold to me just yet.  if the Marquis was correct and we could be used to seal her away even longer, she probably won't risk that until she's absolutely certain she has control."<br/><br/>Taris blinked and shifted in her position as the sin tapped the toe of her boot against stone floor.  She could feel the stone under her seem to shift in consistency, giving a bit beneath her weight in a decidedly un-stone-like fashion, squirming uncomfortably beneath her like a living thing as warm, thick ooze began to gather on the substance beneath her.  She raised herself up off of her heels, daring a look around as a writhing mass of flesh lifted her "guest" imperiously upward.  The air was getting warm and heavy, thick with a supernatural musk as the few accouterments of her room seemed to transfigure and unravel into fleshy tendrils which blindly groped around, dripping warm trails of slime in their wake.<br/><br/>"Honestly, I wasn't concerned about it.  One of the benefits of being a supernatural boogieman is that if you know enough to convincingly claim the role, you're probably actually that person." Taris responded a bit to the demonstration around her, "I've seen some of the others' auras as well, but, I already knew you tended towards a lighter touch."<br/><br/>Taris tried to keep herself balanced, and due to her heritage she managed a fairly good job of staying upright.  Unfortunately, the ground underneath her moved insidiously with her, like a water bed with its own mind.  Climbing to her feet was practically impossible...not that there was anywhere for her to go even if she had managed it.  In a sense, she was already ensnared, the exploring tendrils coiling around her was more formality than anything.  She turned away from the thick, veiny tendril that slithered along her cheek, leaving strings of cloying dampness between her and that alien caress.  Still, deep inside, she felt a heat from deep in her core smolder, her body responding to the way she saw one fleshy bulk move sinfully against another in the landscape around her, intertwining, reaching, grasping, grinding ... the air was thick with the scent of sex, that only seemed to get her more in the mood.<br/><br/>What<em>was</em>this?  Some manner of illusion?  If so, it was a high level one, it had already captured each of her senses but taste (and if she could smell it, she could quite likely taste it), and seemed to have a substance of its own judging by the way it held her and pulled her into position.  That would normally mean threading material from the Plane of Shadows into the illusion.  She looked up at Victoria, seeing the way she changed to mimic Xara while atop her licentious throne and wondered if it had been somehow tuned to her own desires.  Arching her back as a broad, slippery tendril "licked" up along her spine, she wondered just<em>how far</em>Esmerelda had re-tuned her mind.  This wasn't like anything she'd ever seen before, certainly not something she'd dreamed ... at least, nothing she could remember dreaming.<br/><br/>"<em>Ngh!</em>" she squirmed slightly as fine, seeking little tendrils teased at her ears, hot and slimey little worms squirming along her feet and between her toes in a way that teased a soft giggle from her throat even as thicker, stronger ones coiled along her inner thighs, guiding her legs apart and leaving her vulnerable for other brave little appendages.  Taris's dark nipples stood taught, teased by tongue-like protrusions that tasted her in long, luxurious strokes, their heat soaking into their skin even as the texture ran wetly over her.  It didn't take long at all before Taris herself was panting, showing signs of arousal, her breath comming in short, hot puffs as she forced herself to focus on Victoria's words.<br/><br/>"That's probably for the best ... if they cross the threshold, I can't guarantee that you'll be able to trust me.  Her will is already<em>this</em>strong through the dimensional barrier, face to face, who can say what I might do." she panted softly, tugging against her bonds as the curious tendrils began finding the spots on her body that were more sensitive.  "Fortunately, niether of us want them to do that.  I'll work with you, long enough to get the Baroness back at least."<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WLVeGed.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Memorized Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cantrips:  Detect Magic, Light, Mend, Mage Hand<br/>1st Level:  Expeditious Retreat, Grease, Magic Missile, <del>Obscuring Mist</del>, <del>Shield</del><br/>2nd Level:  Force Sword, Mirror Image, <del>Scorching Ray</del>, <del>Web</del><br/>3rd Level:  <del>Clay Skin</del>, <del>Haste</del></div></div>