<strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>Idao was, at least, not unattractive. Were they in different circumstances, she might have been quite taken with him. But here he was, controlled by a monster that was trying to kill her. Unfortunately, it hid from her in the hopes that she would approach close enough to open herself to a direct attack.<br/><br/>She heard in her mind a high-pitched squeel, 'YESSSSSS!'<br/><br/>The worm leapt off of Idao's now exposed chest and landed upon Ivette's collar bone. She felt a sharp nip, its' tiny teeth digging into her flesh and tendrils attaching themselves slimily upon her skin. If she didn't do something quick, she would end up suffering the same fate as Idao!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Puppeteer breaks its' grapple with Idao, who is in turn still being grappled by the tentacles. Hrrm. That +8 size bonus is a killer.<br/><br/>Attack: 14.<br/>Damage: 1<br/><br/>I wouldn't consider him grappling you strictly by the rules, but a strength check (DC: 10) would be required to pull him off.</div></div><br/><strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>The goblin narrowed her eyes and then smiled, almost mischeviously.<br/><br/>"Those who harbor malice against our kind in their hearts... are unable to speak falsely in this place." The priestess said as she turned around, "All others are free to be as they are. Goblin, Orc, Human... Spirit."<br/><br/>She walked back to her pile of pillows and blankets, making herself comfortable among them. "I do not believe this story." She said, throwing the permit off to the side and away from her. "I do not think that there are many Humans who care about the history of these lands... and certainly not enough to send a flying ship out for it."<br/><br/>The priestess laid down on her back and drew her leg up comfortably as she relaxed in the soft cushions, "All humans seem to care about is those games... It is a fever and I cannot fathom why. Every day, more and more young goblins and orcs are lured away from their prayers by them."<br/><br/>Apparently those prayers were not quite as... erotic as their rituals.<br/><br/>"And you, sister, are no cartographer's assistant or a hired guard." She said, propping herself up on her elbows as the hem of her robe slid down over one of her shoulders, "Please... sit. Though the Empress has a special love for Her goblin brothers and sisters,<em>all</em>women are sacred in Her lands."