<br/><div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/D7Ukj2C.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Fugue Eventide (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Fugue_Eventide)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Party<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Chainmail Armor, semi-transparent panties, firm oak "backpack"<br/>HP: 23/23    XP: 0/8<br/><hr/><br/><em>Fugue offers Enniya a slight smile as she threatened future counter-groping.</em>"'ell o' course you will, that be the whole point innit?  When a lass goes and gets 'erself proper vulnerable, that be good fortune for all these and them around her... if I go and get myself in a 'elpless plight, you best take full advantage, 'tis a slight to Lumin to spit on a gifthourse it is!  Now... that assuming o' course that I ain't in threat o' immediate death of course... but as I see, you ain't got much fear of death do ya?  Nope, just a smattering of sexy squirming and a probable pinch or three... Now though, I gotta watch these coins..."<em><br/><br/>She turned in a circle several times as she traced the bouncing copper coins and made note of precisely what magical glyphs and sigils the sparking components revealed, the rapid turning causing her crimson tresses of her slitted dress to flair up, the loose rope belt keeping TOO much from being exposed.  The cleric frowns slightly, her eyes tracing the sigils and then, abruptly, stopped as a loud roar echoed down the hallway.<br/><br/>Things happened fast... the frustratingly endowed princess disappeared into the darkness, some female suit of armor (can suits of armor have gender?) struggled to hold Abigail in place, even as a whole swarth of crocodile men plunged in from the darkness.  Fugue blinked several times, muttering under her breath, </em>"Oy!  I done did my job greatly getting you all this here treasure.  You can't blame me fer this!  No brigs or yardarms or battening me down to the starboard board o' stars or... whatever the heck pirate-y talk you keep on spoutin'!"<br/><br/><em>She frowned slightly, her eyes darting around the room.  Enniya was still squirming but was pinned in the treasure, her scarcely clad tits bouncing slightly from her struggles, but it seemed Claire was already moving to help her.  Abigail was up and armed, but immobile, and the enemies would well be able to simply pass around her to get at the more vulnerable members of the party.  Priscilla had been dragged off into the darkness and, much as Fugue wanted to charge off after her, she could hear more shuffling in the darkness and would have to get past untold enemies just to have a chance at helping...<br/><br/>She glanced at Len, who had been the only other person to recognize the danger and not dive into it tits-first.  She knew Len was a wizardess and likely wouldn't fare well if left alone.  Nodding slightly, she opted to stay with the current group and help them control the area, then make a concentrated push for Prissy as a unit.  <br/><br/>Stepping forward, she moves up towards Abigail, drawing her Halberd and stepping over to where Abigail was struggling.  Lifting her weapon, she brought it solidly down against the armor, the attack resonating with a loud <strong>clang</strong> as the weapon struck home, the blow only glancing but the cleric able to place herself in a position which allowed her to intercept the approaching enemies (that she could see) prior to them getting to Abigail or Len...</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack!     At 2019-06-23 02:53:19, Faeli (uid: 49010) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137494)<br/>Damage!  At 2019-06-23 02:55:51, Faeli (uid: 49010) rolls: 1d6a2 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137495)</div></div>