<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gz8cBzi.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Landa Forestdottir</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291505.msg14314583#msg14314583</div></div><br/><br/>Landa knew that she was completely outclassed in the darkness even had she been fully armed and armored.  As it was she couldn't see her hand in front of her face let along the orc, she was clad in a scanty slave outfit that provided no protection and her sword was on the floor in the crypt room.  Yet she was more afraid of the influence of the slave collar that was locked around her neck and the insidious commands of submission and servitude that it whispered in her mind.  Landa knew that she could barely resist when the... when the... masters... the glorious virile masters commanded her.<br/><br/>She held herself quietly as the orc regarded her in the near total darkness.  Landa feared what might be coming as he gathered himself together.  She flinched at the touch of the club against her skin.  The big, masculine creature could slay her at his leisure in the darkness.  Yet Landa would have resisted except for the seductive and commanding words that echoed like the voice of an ancient god through her mind.  Her mind was completely overwhelmed with the need to obey her master.<br/><br/>"Yes... yes master, I surrender like a good slave-slut."  Landa immediately knelt on the ground facing away from her master.  She spread her knees and arched her back in an eagerness to present herself like a bitch in heat.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Will Save Failure</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Landa rolled: 1d20, adding -2 to the total<br/>Comment: Will Save<br/>Result: 9,<br/>Total: 7</div></div>