<div class="floatright">(http://mystsofeyr.com/images/ForestElf.jpg)</div>As it always seems to go, the moment two battling sides collide all planning goes up in flames.  Shouts and taunts from the Delvers are met with largely silence from the attacking elves, soft snarls of surprise or effort the majority of their sounds.<br/><br/>Galloping (or perhaps scrambling) out from the leaves comes the wolf and rider.  The rider's bow spins at the sight of Yula reappearing and an arrow flashes true, slicing across the kitsune's side and tasting blood.  Her dress is split open there and pale flesh shown to the light as the arrow streaks past and buries in a tree.  The elf's mouth opens and Yula strikes at the wolf, stopping it in it's track's with her strike.  The wolf stumbles and rolls, it's speed and the sudden stop sending it's rider to fly through the air into a nearby bush near Olivia.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Arrow Damage</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-08-01 11:50:37, Nastara (uid: 56500) rolls: 1d6 Result: 5.  OUCH! (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=92167)</div></div><br/>A howl of pain comes from the wolf as it turns and snaps at Yula, the kitsune managing to pull away as it's form shifts, painfully changing while sweeping claws forward, becoming similar to the other elves, but more feral, long claws and a thick mane of hair down her back as she shows off wild claws.  Her form is completely naked, a beautifully proportioned elf woman with a firm, hardened cock pointed right at Yula.  She attempts to chase and surge after the kitsune, but the swordswoman's wall of blades keeps her back, shy to get another slice.<br/><br/>With a harsh cry, Gale's beak and talons scratch and peck at the orcish elf, a snarl of rage coming from her as she raises a hand, attempting to bat away the bird.  With one arm focused on that, Serana begins to get the upper hand in the grapple, only to have the hold of the elf abruptly stop.  A yellow-orange fletched arrow flies true, cutting along the bandit and loosening her grip.  With a sudden shove, she is pushed back, falling on her back with a little yelp of pain.  Her dark eyes glare up at Serana for a moment and then dart to the woods, clearly about to attempt to make her escape.  She'll certainly have a hard time of it though, this bandit is definitely bleeding pretty badly.<br/><br/>There is no question that the Delvers have taken control of this situation.  With Dale holding the elf leader's hair, she stiffens, but is held.  Her hand drops the weapon and she carefully pushes it to the side with her bare foot, ensuring that it won't get trampled while she and Dale move.  With jerky motions, she cooperates, walking out into the clearing where her crew has been so soundly defeated.  "Yes, yes," she mutters out in heavily accented voice, "Loosen your grip, there is no need for more blood."  She lets out a whistling sound and the elves stop, the orcish elf holding up her hands and the feral, clawed elf pausing to listen with a single hand held in front as though to ward off Yula.<br/><br/>"We surrender.  The day is yours," the lead elf continues before clearing her throat slightly.  "Present yourselves," she barks out, and the elves begin to make their way forward.  The crier, the orc-elf, the newly changed wolf-elf, and the leader are presented in the field.  The crier had been previously more or less cut down, she may yet die, and the others seem to be properly cowed.<br/><br/>But what of the tattooed elf?<br/><br/>Moments after landing in the bush after flying off of a wolf's back, the tattooed elf began to sneak.  She moved among the trees silently, carefully, not drawing a sound.  This was made easier by the fact that Olivia was speaking as a distraction, a distraction that worked quite well to cover her own approach.<br/><br/>From behind her, the elf grabs Olivia, quickly putting a hand over her mouth.  She draws her back quickly, slamming the cleric's body against hers and whispering out, "Do not scream if you wish to live."  She pulls her back into the underbrush, moving with her away from the camp quickly, dragging Olivia if need be to get her into a bush.  She moves quickly, revealing a hidden hatch down into the ground that blends in fantastically with the forest floor and pulls Olivia quickly into a darkened space, barely large enough for both of them.  The little trap hole smells of earth and plant life, with the hot cinnamon scent of the elf pressed up against her.<br/><br/>In the darkness, beneath the bush, hidden away, the elf's hands begin to move.  "Stay silent, your friends cannot hear you," she whispers softly against Olivia's neck.  The elf's body is muscled, but lithe, firm arms and legs, a tight stomach, and pert breasts that press against the cleric's back.  Something else also presses needfully, an increasingly firm presence against Olivia's leg as the elf's hands move to push down the cleric's dress.  One hand takes firm hold of the delightful breast beneath, fingers squeezing softly, her thumb moving to gently tease over the nipple as she begins to grind against her captive.  The elf's thick cock rubs against Olivia's body as her other hand begins to pull up at the bottom of her robes, trying to lift them up and taste a bit more honey.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, what do you do?</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">GM Talk</div><div class="spoiler_body">Wait, why did Olivia get captured even though Dale got into a position that the elves more or less had to surrender?<br/><br/>Well, she rolled that 5.  Think of it this way, when a 5 is rolled, a GM move is made.  One of those moves involves separating people, which is an excellent way to begin adding some sexy peril to things!  The tattooed elf may not have even heard the call for surrender, though the rest clearly did!</div></div>