<div class="floatleft">(https://whisperingworlds.com/wp-content/gallery/fantasywomen/fantasywoman105.jpg)</div><br/>Fast Stats: AC 19 | HP 24/24 | PP 15<br/>Magic: 4/4 level 1, 2/2 level 2, Channel Divinity (Healing/Turn undead) 1/LR<br/><br/>Arya Thorngrove - Character Sheet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339780.msg16121272#msg16121272)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Battle Actions</span><br/><strong>Movement</strong><br/><strong>Action</strong><br/><strong>Bonus Action</strong><br/><strong>Reaction:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>“One pace (5 feet) behind me, or on my left if we can be two abreast.  You and I will serve as the shield wall, while the others ply ranged weapons and magic.”</em>Pavel instructed Arya on the formation he wanted her to adopt and Arya nodded curtly. "Very well"<br/><br/>Surprising the Cleric, the elven rogue approached her and bent over. As the elven rogue sniffed Arya's crotch she would notice that it had a musky scent mixed with the scent of fresh soap and that the bulge in Arya's armor between her legs was much larger than males bulges. Indeed the armor had to be custom fitted in the area between her legs to protect her enormous package. Whatever was between Arya's legs was a phallus more like an endowed stallion member with massive balls the size of apples to match. Male privates so large neither clothes or armor could hide it, the only option for clothes or armor was for them to be custom fitted to suit her strange nature.<br/><br/>Arya blushed and breathed in deeply "I was born a hermaphrodite and incredibly hung but know I also have a womanhood too. Although I am hung in a way that shames stallions I consider myself a woman."<br/><br/><em>“Perhaps you would like to spend some time on Rod’s pole.”</em>when Fifi said that to Arya, Arya raised an eyebrow and looked at the giant warrior. The warrior explained its a magical item that was an immovable rod. Arya heard of such things, highly valued by construction workers when they are setting up scaffolding. But it seemed Fifi and Pavel had other more novel uses for one. Arya looked Pavel up and down and took in his form.<br/><br/>He looked like he would be an impressive fuck too. No doubt he was endowed as well as the best of them for one of his size. It made sense, firstly his voice was deep. Secondly he had male hormones a plenty judging by those shoulders, thirdly he had a beautiful woman by his side. Also Arya glanced between his legs. Yep, he was definitely packing too.<br/><br/>"Both you and Fifi would be interesting lovers, if you could look beyond my differences or enjoy them. But alas most men are shamed by their own when my package blooms but I doubt Pavel would be. I know what is additional between my legs on a woman is an off for some but perhaps we can all think of it and consider it later if the mood sees us through these first few steps to save the village." Arya said this to both Pavel and Fifi looking them in the eye in turn. She smiled as she did so. She assumed they would likely be making the decision together, judging by how close they seemed to be with each other.<br/><br/><em>"Hello there Beautiful, I'm Tallianni and I can't wait to adventure with you through all sorts of places!" </em>next thing Arya noticed was a thief-ling woman introducing herself to the cleric.<br/><br/>"Thank you for calling me beautiful" Arya returns the handshake with elegant feminine fingers and sweeps a good look at the demonkin woman. "Your very attractive yourself. But thank you for appreciating my beauty, I have been born blessed in a few ways that most women lack and it would be a pity if such things were wasted on people." Arya smiled. "I'm Arya Thorngrove, a cleric of life, nice meeting you" The thiefling was very sexually appealing, and Arya had heard rumors they made excellent lovers. Arya liked the woman instantly, as she seemed almost bouncing with glee on introducing herself.<br/><br/>Braxon soon afterwards had them follow him through the snow. Arya fell into line in formation that Pavel mentioned and ensured her gifted winter furs were laced up properly. It sure would be cold without them.<br/><br/>It seemed that Baxon was more a ranger or druid than just a tracker or archer. Arya hoped he would adventure with them and not just leave them once they found the tomb. An archer and one with spells would make a welcome addition to their small group. Arya thought to mention her skills but then thought better of it. They would know soon enough, and if the need arose beforehand then Arya would speak up. A girl had to have some mystery after all. All women did. Minotaurs though? Hmmm. Arya hoped they wouldn't need to battle them.<br/><br/>Minotaurs were fearsome warriors and highly territorial. Arya had not faced them and only heard rumors of their impressive strength. Arya was strong for her lithe frame. But facing toe to toe with a Minotaur would test her more than she has been tested before. Arya had fought battles, and prevailed, but always with many warriors beside her, she was only on the front line in fleeting moments to see the injured pulled away where she joined them shortly afterwards to heal them. Life domain cleric healers were highly valued among warriors and all times she was in the thick of it she could depend on them defending her if she got in trouble. This group was much smaller though than what she was used to, meaning Arya's role on the front line would be more important. If Pavel took point he likely would have his hands full and not be able to spare helping her if the worst happened, having his hands full with the thickest of enemies. She worried she would loose her nerve and crumble in a nervous heap of fear against opponents that the rest of the team depended on her to face.<br/><br/>It was a somber thought. Luckily Arya had strong Wisdom. So it was unlikely she would collapse from fear. But it has happened to others in her order. It had happened to priestesses much more experienced than Arya. Arya didn't want to let the team down. Little by little, Arya's resolve to do the best she could appeared in her chest. There were days when one had to be a heroine. Today, it seemed, might be one of many of them.