<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/9g5gSiR.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Rali Coldkeep (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=349570.msg16427256#msg16427256)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>14/14<strong>Armor:</strong>0<strong>XP:</strong>0/8<br/><strong>Stats:</strong>Str 8 (-1),  Dex 13 (+1), Con 9 (0)<br/>Int 12 (0), Wis 15 (+1), Cha 16 (+2)<br/><strong>Load:</strong>2/6<strong>Mana:</strong>2/3<br/><strong>Effects</strong>-1 all rolls until horny condition satisfied<br/><strong>Rolls:</strong>Pink Goo Con Save 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=163819), Cast a Spell is 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=163820) for Mana Enhanced Magic Missile doing 7 forceful & stun damage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=163822) to masked caster<br/><hr/><br/>Rali squirms beneath the pampering and rearrangement of outfits as they waited for their turn to enter the dungeon. The thin bodice and side tie panties that made up her so called outfit didn't offer much cover to her pale skin in the first place and the tugs to expose even more left her cheeks a bright red with every tug. Cerala's threatening encouragement is almost missed but the command to get ready has her gleefully scooping up her staff and scampering off to her place.<br/><br/>The thrum and buildup of power for the teleportation brings a small smile to her lips before the wrongness slams in and she twists. "WAI!" Her words cut off as green and then pink fill her vision and thick goo pours into her open mouth and down her throat  before with another flare of green she sprawls in a puddle upon stone. A keening moan spills from her lips between hacking heaves that spew pink fluid upon the ground. Her staff rolls away from her as ever so briefly she curls in on herself, hands groping and squeezing at her breast and between her thighs.<br/><br/>The echoing roar does more then the scry-sphere's calls to get her mewling and shifting onto her knees, a hand groping blindly for her staff and instead grasping one of the spheres. The scrying device is clutched between her breasts as she looks around, the device's eye trapped between one barely clad mound and one fully exposed and ooze slicked breast. Her other hand attempting to scrape her eyes clean leaves the mounds bouncing wildly around the sphere, one rock hard nipple slinging goo with every shake.<br/><br/>As Hera and Kieri begin dealing with the approaching lizardfolk she cleans her gaze enough to peer in flushed delight at the large figures drawing near, the weapons completely ignored. And then her roaming gaze catches sight of the masked figure in the back with hands flowing through arcane motions. Glowing eyes narrowing as the hand that had been rubbing her face points towards him with fingers spread wide. Ripples run through the slime as force swirls around her before pinpricks of light bloom swirling around her outstretched fingers before launching out in a barrage of shrill shrieks. The pinpricks swirl and twist around anything in their way before impacting the masked caster in a rapid-fire series of booms.<br/>