<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ebY6b8P.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Valderina Stramonte (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316350.msg15272715#msg15272715)<br/><br/><br/><strong>Level:</strong>1<strong>Xp:</strong>0<br/><strong>Load:</strong>7/10<strong>Coin:</strong>0<br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Armor:</strong></td><td>0</td><td><strong>Hit points:</strong></td><td>21</td><td><strong>Damage:</strong></td><td>d8</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Str:</strong></td><td>8</td><td>[-1]</td><td><strong>Dex:</strong></td><td>16</td><td>[+2]</td><td><strong>Con:</strong></td><td>13</td><td>[+1]</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Int:</strong></td><td>9</td><td>[+0]</td><td><strong>Wis:</strong></td><td>15</td><td>[+1]</td><td><strong>Cha:</strong></td><td>12</td><td>[+0]</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><strong>Action</strong>: It's Getting Hot In Here<br/><strong>Roll</strong>: 6 (Oh boy...)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: All<br/><hr/><br/>Valderina felt a happy chitter at her shoulder. It was clear even to Paxton that the group had this monster on the run. The job was far from over, however. This monster was hardly a weakling, and Elise was still in its all too lusty grasp. And, just to add insult to injury, the evil tentacled blob was spreading nectar everywhere, including on Val.<br/><br/>This was intolerable. It was one thing to be expected to perform one's rangering and defending against unearthly horrors under normal, even uncomfortable circumstances. It was another thing entirely to do so when covered in sugary, sticky, and almost nauseatingly sweet cloth encumbrances. And so the half-elf's thoughts turned naturally towards getting out of them. And while it seemed a bad idea to do so mid-battle, a thought occurred. One that on retrospect would have to be judged less than ideal, but at the time seemed totally reasonable. Val could<span class="bbc_u">use</span>this opportunity to draw the monster's attention away from Elise so that she could make an effective escape with the help of the other brave members of her party. Thinking about it that way, a layer of clothing was nothing less than a necessary sacrifice.<br/><br/>So still staying loud, Val shifted tone from confrontational to inviting. "Yoo hoo! Over he-eere!" She practically sang, hoping the high registers would both distract away from Elise and attract towards her. And without waiting for reply, she started slipping out of the outer layers of her clothing, swaying to the point of dancing, pulling the garments slowly off. But she forgot how it felt.<br/><br/>It felt<em>good</em>. The sun on her skin, the wind on her neck, Paxton's fur tickling her shoulder. Even the sticky liquid at her feet - maybe not so much the last one. But all the same, the half-elf felt her half of the double-edged sword that this tactic always seemed to cleave into her. For when she got started, sometimes it was so hard to stop...