<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/cnTXuXv.png)<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Blood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585329#msg13585329)</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Group:</strong> 4</td><td><strong>HP:</strong> 20/20</td><td><strong>XP:</strong> 4/8</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>Cleric's robes pictured <br/>above, with chainmail underneath</del><br/>Nude like a nudist at a nudist beach</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Armor:</strong> 2</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>“Drop the beats of sickness!”</em><br/><br/>              <em><del>   </del>The Holy Hymns of Saint Two-Pack, 5;O</em></span><br/><br/>It would seem his fun with the female moths was short-lived. Though they eagerly responded to his agreement to copulate, the whole scene was soon interrupted by a predator most fierce. From the brush slithered a snake-woman, a naga he believed they were called. She made for an imposing figure, the humanoid torso alone already proportionally larger than any of them<del>   </del>and let's not even talk about how long her lower snake half was!<br/><br/>The moths quickly dispersed, fleeing from the encroaching predator. The trio surrounding Jok attempted to carry him off, words of persuasion uttered with a sense of urgency and desperation. The priest had to think about this quickly. If he let himself be carried off he'd avoid conflict with the naga and be ensured relative safety in the company of the moth girls<del>   </del>and they'd no doubt resume milking him for his pollen. On the other hand, he'd be abandoning these adventurers, taking the coward's path, making him a disgrace to the church and his god. On top of that, if he joined the moths, it was very likely he'd have a hard time leaving their company and resuming his quest.<br/><br/><strong>"Fly, my pretties,"</strong>he said with a smile as he stepped back and away from the three girls, tearing himself from their grasp.<strong>"Perhaps we'll meet again someday and I'll give you three plenty of pollen without interruption."</strong>The cleric turned, still nude as the day he slipped from the womb and sporting a rock-hard erection despite the danger ahead, and began to walk towards the naga.<strong>"But for now... duty calls!"</strong><br/><br/>Now, he had to be careful here. This was one big snake he had to try and charm. In his journeys, he recalled encountering snake charmers at local marketplaces in the far eastern lands. They used music and dance-like movements made with their instruments to enthrall the serpent. Perhaps he could employ a similar tactic.<br/><br/>It wasn't hard to judge the current situation. The naga held one of the adventurers pinned, hovering over them with the intent to figuratively or perhaps even literally devour them. The snake woman sported impressive assets, he had to say. A pair of heavy, well-rounded breasts hung from her chest, and lower was... a pair of cocks. Well... she<em>was</em>a snake, technically, Jon thought to himself. He'd heard some animals could become hermaphrodites, sporting the reproductive organs of either sex to enhance the survival of their species.<br/><br/>Stepping boldly into the naga's field of view, he stood boldly, hands planted firmly on the waist of his completely nude tan body. Smiling up at her, he let a moment of silence pass, then clapped his hands together before breaking out into song and dance. Yes, this was the style of song and dance taught in the church of Arc-Balthazar; rap and breakdance. Starting off with a little beat-boxing, Jon made sure to emphasize dance movents that had his erect cock swinging around in a manner he hoped was tempting to the snake lady, much like how snake charmers use their flutes.<br/><br/>Then, he began to rap.<br/><br/><strong><em>♪♫"Yo, check it!<br/>Snekity snek<br/>Don’t be whack<br/>Get on track<br/>Hear me out <br/>Before you go rampagin’ about<br/>Why not try a different route?<br/>Rapin’ ain’t always fun<br/>They always try and run<br/>I’m here and ready<br/>Balls are heavy<br/>Cock gonna shoot cum like spaghetti<br/>I'm a cleric<br/>But totally not generic<br/>I'm legit<br/>Don't talk shit<br/>Let us go at seven<br/>And I’ll take you to heaven!<br/>I know the way<br/>So what do you say?<br/>Do you wanna play?"♫♪<br/></em></strong><br/><br/>And then he ended the little routine with a twirl that left him laying on the ground, on his side, facing the direction of the naga, supporting his head with his elbow. He maintained the confident smile. They always say they (animals) can taste fear, so it's best to appear unshaken at all times. Not that Jon was nervous. After all, faith and the divine brother<del>   </del>often referred to as "the bruh" in the scriptures<del> <br/>  </del>was surely on his side on this one.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Parley<br/>At 2018-09-02 11:59:51, Jon Blood (uid: 21267) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124623)<br/></div></div>