<strong>Name: Talia of Ashwood</strong><br/><strong>Class: Cleric</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/df/c4/99/dfc49967faa0e3e8871f50354e621224.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Strength</strong>: Arms<strong>Vulnerability</strong>: Head<br/><br/><strong>Willpower</strong>: 25<strong>Defense</strong>: 8<strong>Morale</strong>: 11<br/><br/><strong>Bondage:</strong><strong>Head</strong>:<strong>Arms</strong>:<strong>Legs</strong>:<br/><br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:<br/><br/><hr/>The words spoken by one of the flower girls,<em>Why resist?</em>, resonated through Talia's mind, amplified by gentle whispers of her goddess. Indeed, why should she resist? It was so easy to submit, it was so easy just to give in; the green skinned girl words held a promise of bliss and endless debauchery, which would surely feel good. And indeed, all others were already blessed and writhing, enjoying the sweet embrace of gentle green tendrils around their bodies. She just needed to make a few steps towards the beautiful girl standing in the flower and she could feel the same as others, she would feel the eternal love only her goddess could give. But no, something told her something was amiss... The sweet smell, the promise of endless bliss, it all seemed so real and fake at the same time. Why resist, why struggle when you can have fun, her own feelings told her. But the experience with her goddess told her that it is not necessarily<em>her own</em>feelings. Something definitely wasn't right there...<br/><strong>"NO! I DON'T WANT THIS, DO YOU HEAR, YOU DIVINE PERVERT!!! STOP!!"</strong>she screamed, shaking her head, as if to banish the haze from her mind. It seemed to help as the haze in her mind seemed to retreat a little, and suddenly, Talia started to notice what her mind refused to notice before. The looks of distress on the faces of others, their desperate struggle with constricting vines that seemed to creep onto their bodies, keeping them in place. Horrified, Talia watched them struggle, feeling at a loss, looking from one to another when desperate whimper of the elven huntress, loud and fearful, snapped her back to reality.<br/><strong>"This... isn't right..."</strong>she muttered, watching the poor elf being penetrated by a thick vine between her legs, with another vine thrusting deep into her mouth. Wide eyed from the horrifying sight, she whispered a plea to her goddess, addressing her vengeful aspect, asking her to strike down the being who dared to inflict such indignity on an innocent.<br/><br/>(OOC: using Retribution on Alraune holding Tula, using last bondage increase on legs. Rolling 2d4+3 = 10, https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145532)<br/>