<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/665299663938650135/746330841000444015/image1.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>N’dara the Velvet-tongued</strong></span>,Female Elf Enchanting Courtesan 2/Enchantress 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324562.msg15570843#msg15570843)<br/><hr/>Init +2; Senses low-light vision; Perception +6<br/>AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 Dex)<br/>HP 33/33. Saves: Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +5; +2 vs. enchantments<br/>Curses: Heat, Improved Orgasms, Increased Libido (x3), Pheromones (Humans)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Sense Motive (find interested guard): 29, Bluff (seduce) 35 vs Orc Guard (Female or Futa)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Her cell<br/><hr/><strong>Then</strong><br/>They had laughed, the guards, as he tried to explain what had happened. He’d even shown the keyhole shaped tattoo where the<em>Key of All </em>had be used on him at the base of his skull. Where Gar had thrust the artifact into him and looked thru countless alternate versions of his life. A simple elven whore, raised and trained by humans to provide centuries of pleasure Gar had teased as he pulled the<em>Key</em>free, leaving Darren trapped in the weak comely form of an elf. No mere whore though a Nor'Thor, an Elven ‘Passion Sage’ or in Common an Enchanting Courtesan, trained in the arts of pleasure both mystical and physical. A young one barely over a century old. N’Dara, named the velvet tongued for her gifted of persuasion and manipulation. Darren was stunned by the rush of memories and collapsed at his former friend’s feet.<br/><br/>Ironically that had saved Darren as the guards riddled his friend with crossbow bolts from where they were watching the two thieves. Gar went over the wall with the artifact and Darren was taken by the guards and shipped to Shadowspire to be punished ‘properly’ for the loss of the artifact. Magics, powerful and plentiful, compelled the truth and he was quickly shipped off for punishment, restrained by a gag, heavy manacles and drugs after he used his new found magics to nearly escape. He was still besotted by the potent drugs and the crush of N’Dara’s long life when he arrived at Shadowspire.<br/><br/>The Warden immediately set to work ensuring that Darren ceased to be, laying in a compulsion to answer only to the name N’Dara and identify as her in all ways. Then turning to his alchemists, he had them add to her a variety of changes. She’d already been gifted with the pheromonal perfumes that made her so alluring to any human as a Nor’Thor, so he had them adjust her drives and lusts to a greater degree and her orgasms came so strong that they left her in a swoon. Even worse, once a month, she’d become even more wanton and lustful till her needs were sated. To ‘ease’ her into the new life she had been given she had been told mockingly.<br/><hr/><strong>Now, two months later</strong><br/><br/>She felt a bit feverish today as an Orc guard had locked her in place. Was she going into heat or was it simply another of the countless small fevers one got from being in close proximity to so many prisoners? She actually hoped for the later, as going into heat robbed her of reason and often she was forced to beg for release in a variety of demeaning ways she’d rather not think about. Her heady scent of lilac with a hint of something, lavender or rose with a touch of vanilla, filled the air. An alchemical tweak to her body that drew humans to her, and the reason her cell mates were never human, as well the reason so many human guards enjoyed working her cell block.<br/><br/>Not today though, she noticed as the female guard slid two fingers into her. N’Dara squirmed with a light moan as she tried extend that second of pleasure even as she hated herself for it. The Orc smirked as she walked away, teasing N’Dara as she  licked the elf’s juices off her fingers. Clearly she’s to<em>earn</em>her release today, N’Dara thought as she noticed the other guards discretely looking at her or following a pointed finger at the comely elf. Not a drop of human blood in any of them.<br/><br/>She shifted, running a finger over her collar that kept her newly acquired power at bay, wishing she could risk one of her ad hoc lock picks concealed in her hair to remove it. Her gift for lock picking had dismissed with lack of practice and proper tools. If she could be certain, she’d have the siphon off in a second and cast a spell to ensure herself of her much needed release. Most likely, given the number of orcs, it would be hard and rough but she found when she was in heat that didn’t matter as much as the expediency of achieving a climax. She found she preferred that to what the Warden had in mind today.<br/><br/>Today, she’d have to woo and seduce clearly.<br/><br/>She looked around the block for a suitable choice as she tapped into N’Dara’s training and outlook to find a likely choice. The female Orc who had locked her in was returning and N’Dara shifted to tease her by pushing up her breasts against the bars. She looked the taller woman over with hooded eyes as she ran a hand down from her breasts to her thigh to draw the orc’s gaze downwards. Was the guard all woman, she wondered as N’Dara looked her over. Part of her, the part that had once been male, hoped not; the newer part..the one she was learning to become to survive..was simply curious. Perhaps even a bit hopeful. A futa or a woman with toys could be..fun, she though as she let the outlook of a Nor’Thor take over. Her whole posture and outlook shifted, becoming more seductive. She hated that each time it became more..simple to do, comfortable...right.<br/><br/><strong>“Did my lady enjoy the first taste of me? You could try again if you like.”</strong>She purred as she ran hand hand back up to her chest as she wondered how far to push it. She’d several human guards she’d been working but not many nonhumans, perhaps it was time to correct that she thought as met the guard’s eye.<strong>“Perhaps, take me to one of the rooms..for questioning?”</strong>She’d only gotten a few guards to bring her out of her cell but each time it added something to her knowledge of the prison. Maybe today she might persuade the guard to remove or unlock her siphon. Every seduction, enticement, flirtatious act were all towards the goal of getting free.<br/><br/>She felt a shiver of pleasure at the though of being ‘interrogated’, she was definitely in heat. Crap.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sense Motive (Read a social situation, looking for someone interested in her): 29<br/>At 2020-08-27 06:45:15, Callie Del Noire (uid: 7724) rolls: 1d20a12 Result: 29 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=148763)<br/>Bluff (seduce/lure in interested guard) 34<br/>At 2020-08-27 06:49:35, Callie Del Noire (uid: 7724) rolls: 1d20a24 Result: 34 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=148764)<br/></div></div><br/>