<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/cnTXuXv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jon Blood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585329#msg13585329)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Moxie, Xia, Ishmael, Kyoko, Candi<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Same as picture<br/><hr/><br/>The name is Blood, Jon Blood. Despite barely having a decade and a half of life under his proverbial belt, he was already a fully trained Cleric of some renown. Better yet, the church of the holy and most bloody, the god known as Arc Balthazar, had declared him a herald of the faith not too long ago, just prior to being tasked to explore the Anus of Gaia and cleanse the source of its corruption.<br/><br/>Some would tell him, “You know nothing, Jon Blood,” and would then proceed to ridicule his faith. But such naysayers and heathens were usually quickly urged to silence their blasphemous words with a good ol’ dose of<em>mace to the face</em>. Indeed, unlike many men and women of the cloth, violence was not discouraged in the house of the most holy Arc Balthazar. In fact, this deity was best appeased through personal victory, so achieving such goals was permitted through any means necessary.<br/><br/>‘T was the first day first day of his journey into what could quite literally be called the ass of the world. With him was a group of companions most odd. The church had arranged Jon a spot on this band of adventurers, though he knew one of them<del>   </del>and it wasn’t a particularly pleasant acquaintance, at that. Just being in their presence gave him the urge to smite with righteous fury.<br/><br/>...But he would ignore that heathen, Moxie, for now.<br/><br/>As they rode the rope-bound elevator down to the platform of the first level, one of the other females in the group had, apparently, thought it a good idea to question the stability of the apparatus by jumping around like a hyperactive toddler. Jon held his tongue from cursing, annoyed. There was no glory to be found in falling to your death due to a woman with the body of a vixen but the mentality of a badly raised four-year-old in need of a serious spanking.<br/><br/>The result of this madness was that the only other male in their party lost their balance, getting knocked into Jon, who, in turn was then knocked into the blonde woman he would later recall was nicknamed Candi. Of course, Arc Balthazar’s luck had it, he ended up with his open palms pressing down onto her ample bosom. Total accident, of course.<br/><br/><strong>“Oops! Do pardon me!”</strong>The cleric offered his apologies with a soft smile, yet, at the same time, his fingers curled slightly, giving a delicate squeeze to the woman’s delicate parts. As he pulled his hands away and stepped back, he couldn’t help but say,<strong>“Nice chest armor, though!”</strong>before the elevator struck solid ground and he hopped off.<br/><br/>Overhead harpies flew, but their attention was soon drawn elsewhere. The party set out into a forest both majestic and strange, nearly void of animal life, yet filled with all sorts of…<em>suggestive</em>scenery.<br/><br/>Barely out the gate, they encountered a fellow adventurer, a woman who appeared to be in the process of becoming corrupted by the forest itself, her clothes seemingly having dissolved whole and elements of bush and plant sprouting from her skin. The others observed from afar, analyzing, hesitant to take action. Was this what he had to work with?<br/><br/><strong>“For a group of adventurers you lot certainly lack a thirst for it!”</strong>Part taunt and part jest, Jon Blood boldly strode forward, approaching the writhing and screaming woman with a casual “Tally ho!” kind of attitude. The cross on his chest felt warm, as if his god stood in agreement of his actions.<br/><br/><strong>“Hm~ Such misfortune, my dear. A bed is where you should writhe around so vigorously with your body, not the forest floor!”</strong>he said calmly as he crouched down by the woman’s side, smiling ever so pleasantly. Looking over her body, there was little left to the imagination, even if moss and other plant-like elements were now covering it. There was something strangely… attractive about the whole scene, even if she was being a tad loud. The dog tags were of little interest to him.<br/><br/><strong>“Let us see if a <em>Cure Light Wounds</em> will give you some… <em>relief</em>.”</strong>The pervertedness was barely hidden as Jon moved to touch the woman and cast his spell, regardless of the dangers that might come with it. Naturally, being a man of conquest, his hands were slowly drifting towards her breasts, fingertips already aglow with holy magic.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cast a Spell</div><div class="spoiler_body">When you unleash a spell granted to you by your deity, roll+Wis.<br/><br/>On a 10+, the spell is successfully cast and your deity does not revoke the spell, so you may cast it again.<br/><br/>On a 7–9, the spell is cast, but choose one:<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>You draw unwelcome attention or put yourself in a spot. The GM will tell you how.</li><li>Your casting distances you from your deity—take -1 ongoing to cast a spell until the next time you commune.</li><li><strong>After you cast it, the spell is revoked by your deity. You cannot cast the spell again until you commune and have it granted to you.</strong></li></ul><br/><br/>At 2017-10-23 18:22:56, Moon Hound Hati (uid: 21267) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=109186)</div></div>