<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/76/50/03/7650034b5ce318c34d9d55e051f7bd64.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Vagmi</span></span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302634.msg14784543#msg14784543)<br/><sup><strong>Tiefling, Barbarian<br/>AC: 16            HP:14<br/>Active Effects:</strong></sup><br/><hr/>Violence simmers just under the surface of erotic Tiefling beauty known as Vagmi.   Disdain, disgust are expressed on her facial expression.   As she with her rich green eyes take in everything in the inn of the Goblin's Eye that is going on.   A scowl to her face,  her lips curled in disgust.   Daring anyone to remark that her large long curved horns marking her as one of the tainted ones.  That the curve mark her as prey and not predator.    Her body a sheik sinew of lithe rippling muscles born of a life of extreme physicality.  Set upon the very soft yet curvy nature that screams she is female.   Yet her posture, demeanor screamed she was not the face of any group she worked with.   Not when that hard edge of violence simmering under the surface.<br/><br/>Her gaze filters over the serving wench.   The harshness of her gaze does not soften.   A snarl curls the right side of her lips up as she reaches for the tray and grabs one of the tankards.   She would bring the tankard to her lips and lift it and take a long deep guzzle from it   Downing half of the contents in the one swig.   As she draws the tankard away from her lips.   A belch would escape from her lush full lips.<br/><br/>Lips in truth that were made to be wrapped around a male's cock, tending to it.   Yet everyone knew her story or perceived story.   She is a virgin is the educated guess that in errant goes around.  For she took none to her room, nor used the cots in the back.   Or perhaps she is a lover of females.  That those lush full lips pressed upon the soft folds of her fellow females.  Yet none in the party or the serving wenches of the inn could claim that they had felt her lush lips.<br/><br/>With her pallet satisfy with the swig of grog that washed down her throat.   Vagmi looked to her fellow companions,  the latter thought of others to her sexual preference given life as majority of her party is female.  Her gaze first falling on the bard of the group,  Meredith a human.   Then moving to the goblin Nephie a resourceful fighter.    Her gaze then carried to the other human female a witch or as she called herself a warlock hexblade, Saeko.  She of course is not the only one with dabbling in such magic.   One of the two males in the group the dark skin drow male  Foxglove a warlock also.   Like Saeko there is something about both that calls to her infernal heritage.    Finally the gnome cleric Wren.   She knew not of his god.   Yet she knows a cleric is a good thing, for they heal.<br/><br/>After turning a look upon each of her companions.   She would level comment and response to the serving wench declaration that this was the last free round that Gron is sending their way.<br/><br/>"No more work, we move."  She says hesitantly, slow in her thought process.   The short simple spoken words delivered.   Her companions who have gained a understanding of her.  Would immediately realize her words mean.<br/><br/>'Gron seems to have no more work, perhaps its time to move on to find more work.'