<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/Jarett_North.jpg)</div>Name: Meredith "Merry" Trimble<br/>Race/Age/Height/Weight: Human, 21, 5' 4", 115lbs<br/>Class/Level: Bard<br/>Str: - (10 - 0 ) Dex: - (12 - +1 ) Con: - (14 - +2 )Int: - (11 - 0 ) Wis: - (15 - +2 ) Cha: - (16 - +3 )<br/>AC: - 12 Speed: - 30 Max HP: - 10/- 10<br/>Saving Throws: STR 0, DEX +3, CON +2, INT 0, WIS +2, CHA +5<br/>Languages: Common, Dwarvish, Elvish<br/>Passive Perception: 13<br/>Skill Proficiencies: Arcana +2, Performance +5, Investigation +2, Insight +4, Persuasion +5<br/>Tool Proficiencies: Dice set, Drum, Pan flute, Lute<br/>Weapon Proficiencies: Hand crossbow, Longsword, Shortsword, Rapier, Simple weapons<br/>Armor Proficiencies: Light armour<br/>Background: Noble<br/>Features:<br/><br/>Class<br/>Bardic inspiration x3<br/><br/>Cantrips<br/>Light<br/>Vicious mockery<br/><br/>LVL 1<br/>Cure wounds<br/>Hideous laughter<br/>Identify<br/>Detect magic<br/><br/>Equipment: Rapier, Short sword, Leather armour, Lute (spellcasting focus), Backpack, Pan flute, Signet ring, Bedroll, Messkit, Tinderbox, Belt pouch, Blank book, Quills, Ink<br/><br/>Attacks:<br/>Spell DC 15<br/>Rapier +3 to hit, +1 Damage<br/>Short sword +3 to hit, +1 Damage<br/><br/>Merry is the younger daughter of Duke Augustus Trimble of Cormyr, a minor provincial noble. Being third on the list of succession to her family's modest keep and lands she has the freedom to choose a profession and forge her own path. Recently graduated from an exclusive finishing school/bardic college she is somewhat naïve and idealistic. Merry has led a very cloistered upbringing, more interested in books and poetry than boys (or girls). Frightfully posh and enthusiastic about just about everything she is excited to begin her adventures and chronicle the exploits of her new party.<br/><br/><em>"Gosh, this is all frightfully exciting. If only dear Mama could see me now she would be quite mortified. Rubbing shoulders with all manner of smallfolk and even quaffing from a tankard of all things. I simply cannot wait to see what spiffing adventures and jolly rum encounters lie ahead."<br/><br/><br/></em><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Merry's first sexual experiance</div><div class="spoiler_body">"And that is Bigby's forceful hand, a useful spell and along with Bigby's other hand varients capable of both lethal and non lethal applications." The master concluded. "Of course it will be many years until you students advance far enough to have access to wizards spells. Any further questions before we dismiss class?"<br/><br/>Hadrak the Half Orc picked himself up from the classroom floor with as much dignity as he could muster and gave the blue translucent hand hovering nearby a baleful stare before limping back to his seat. Master Erevan the Elven head of spell lore at the bardic college snapped his fingers dispelling the phantasmal hand.<br/><br/>"Did this mage Bigby create any other spells other than hands?" The question came from Bradley Hairfoot, a Halfling student seated to the right of Merry.<br/><br/>"Well yes, indeed he did." Erevan replied. "I know of one myself, however it's use is an extremely rare and guarded secret."<br/><br/>There was a chorus of entreaties and pleading from the students for the master to demonstrate the spell. Erevan looked thoughtful for a moment, rubbing his chin as he pondered and then grinned wickedly.<br/><br/>"Very well, you are all young adults after all." He relented. "But I will need your word that no mention of this leaves the class, the spell is rather frowned upon. I would also need a volunteer to demonstrate upon"<br/><br/>Erevan was much loved by his students due to his laid back and mischievous sense of humour. All the trainee bards hastily assured the Elf of their discretion. However after seeing the effects on the hapless volunteers when Bigby's interposing hand, grasping hand and forceful hand were cast none were eager to be the guinea pig. None that is except Merry whose hand shot up as quickly as it had for the three previous spells.<br/><br/>"Sir please sir me." Merry's enthusiastic cry caught Erevan's eye and the Elf chuckled.<br/><br/>"Very well Miss Trimble, I think you will make a most excellent test subject. If you could please stand and describe for the class the spell's effect."<br/><br/>Merry Trimble stepped out from behind her desk. Master Erevan extended his hand palm up and balled into a fist and muttered an arcane word of power. After the rather gaudy disembodied glowing hand of the previous demonstration the students were disappointed when nothing appeared to happen. Slowly Erevan uncurled his middle finger, pointing at Merry. She reacted with a high pitched yelp of shock.<br/><br/>"For the class please Miss Trimble." Erevan prompted.<br/><br/>"Oh golly gosh, that is most peculiar." Merry exclaimed. "There appears to be something, a small candle or a finger to judge by the shape and size inside me."<br/><br/>"What do you mean inside you.?" Hadrak asked.<br/><br/>"In my ladyparts, you know my...my...cunny." Meredith stuttered.<br/><br/>Master Erevan slowly crooked his finger as if beckoning and Merry was forced to stifle a shriek as the phantom finger in her vagina mimicked the motion and began to tickle the interior of her. Crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together proved to be no defense as the spectral finger continued to assault her and Merry's face grew flushed.<br/><br/>"Oh my. That feels...ooooh...extraordinary." Merry gasped. "It seems...oh oh...most insistant."<br/><br/>The Elven master's finger twitched and wriggled more rapidly and before her delighted classmate's amused stares Merry's breaths became rapid and ragged and she was forced to clutch at the desk to support herself. A visible damp patch was beginning to form in the crotch of her tight doeskin britches as the young woman panted and squirmed. Erevan hooked his finger, flicking it forwards and back repeatedly.<br/><br/>"Master...uhhh...oooh...Erevan. I think...oh my word...oh gods...oh...oooh...OH! OH MY! MMMH OH GOOD GRACIOUS!" Merry's voice became steadily shriller and louder until she let out a loud cry. Her clenched thighs trembled and the damp spot on her britches blossomed into a rather conspicuous darkened patch. The male students watching shifted uncomfortably in their seats, obvious erections tenting their britches whilst the female students seemed almost as flushed and out of breath themselves as Merry.<br/><br/>Erevan snapped his fingers and banished the arcane digit. "And that class was Bigby's intrusive finger."<br/></div></div>