<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dear Eisa,<br/><br/>The heat and dryness of Jacca’s Ridge were clearly a test given to you to handle.  The Feruk clan had the Delvers pinned down, encased in a prison like an oven that would have killed you all.  But you, your faith, and your god came through.  Tell us how you escaped from The Feruk’s boiling chamber and roll + Wisdom.<br/>On a hit, choose one.<br/>-You catch the eye of a small water elemental who will follow you, tell us what they look like<br/>-You learned to make your body a bit more liquid, gain the move Liquid Form<br/>-You learn a new aspect of your god<br/>On a 7-9, choose one.<br/>-You accepted an onerous deal from your god.  Tell us what you gave up<br/>-You did something for which you must atone to hold your standing in the church. What was it?<br/>-Your meddling with nature threw off the immediate area’s ecosystem, lower trade with Jacca’s Ridge by 1.<br/>On a miss, you were dragged out by your captors and you felt abandoned. I’ll hold one to give you a moment of doubt later.<br/>Love Your MC,<br/>Nastara<br/><br/>Liquid Form: When you Defy Danger to squeeze through something, roll with +Wisdom instead of +Dexterity.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/>At 2017-07-07 03:21:11, Eisa (uid: 2076) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105006)<br/>-You learned to make your body a bit more liquid, gain the move Liquid Form<br/>-You accepted an onerous deal from your god.  Tell us what you gave up<br/><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/DelverEisa.jpg)<br/><strong>Eisa </strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Human   <strong>Class:</strong> Cleric   <strong>HP</strong>: 17/17<hr/> </div></div><hr/><br/>Trapped in the oven-like vault of the Ferruk, designed to use the harsh conditions of Jacca's ridge against the outsiders held within sat Eisa and her compatriots, captured and eventually singled out for their own ends - Phel to battle the immense Andra warrior, Sydney to face their magician, and Yula left to who knows what end. The one they called the water witch had been left alone now, sweat pouring from her as though from a fountain and turning to whisps of steam shortly after it left her pores. While steam rooms were good for the complexion, there was nothing enjoyable about this.<br/><br/>The mocha-skinned priest's chest heaved as her breathing became harsher, every gulp of dry, heat-tainted air that passed through her throat like sandpaper. She couldn't speak, never mind offer up a prayer to her Goddess to aid her in her time of desperation and so couldn't summon up even a droplet of water to quench herself.<br/><br/>Summoning the last of her reserves the servant of the Dancer go to her feet, her bare toes curling and scrunching the sanf beneath her feet. "When can one of her number not pray?" she thought to herself, "Only when their legs were bound, their arms tied or otherwise immobilised."<br/>The cell had been large enough to hold all the Delvers before their seperation plus room to spare as it had been crafted to hold Goliaths that inhabited the Ridge. Swallowing the last gulp of saliva in her mouth she got to her feet and prayed, her light-headed and badly dehydrated body swaying, spinning, conjuring a second illusory pair of arms with her prestidigitatoin to become more like her patron and moving in her carnal fashion before she collided with the heavy stone door of her cell, but rather than feel the oh-too-familar sensation of getting a face full of wall when she wasn't paying attention to what she was doing she felt herself become like... the sea. Or the rain, flowing through the cracks of the door as her liquid form slipped through the miniscule crack of the door and out to freedom.<br/>Before her were two things. A guard and a bucket of water he had just lifted a cup from. Without a second though, Eisa motioned towards her captor and plunged her head straight into the bucket, gulping down as much as she could without drowning.<br/><br/>Lifting her head out of the guard's bucket she found the guard staring down at her with disbelief, still not sure how to process what had just happened. Later she would tell her friends how she bravely faced off against the brute in a duel, valiantly bopping him in the nose several times before felling him while not a single blow was laid on her thanks to her lithe maneuvers. In truth she had played dirty and used her powerful legs to their full potential and kicked him in the nads before running off to rejoin the others after their own escapades, taking his water skin with her.<br/><br/>The question most asked to her now was, of course, "Why are you naked?". Well, funny thing about becoming fluid of form like the Water Dancer whom she served, she liked to laugh like a bubbling brook as much as she liked to aid her followers so one who received a gift often got a prank pulled on them as well. In Eisa's case it was that none of the clothing or armour she wore would stay solid, rather it turned to water and pooled at her feet before becoming fabric, leather or metal once more, much like she now could do to squeeze through walls. Usually one would have to go through a grand quest of atonement but... eh.<br/>It's not like she ever wore anything that ever fit her or covered her curves properly anyway. Her darling top that she had with her from childhood? Well, she could no longer wear it but she had ensured that it had survived the trip and was currently in her room at Heaford.