<div class="floatright">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/ID-100230335_zpswp4fgb0z.jpg)</div><strong>Charlotte (wearing potato sack thong)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> On the Road to Newgate city<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All PCs (especially Yolanda, Kristina, Jessica and Tim)<br/></strong><hr/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12892660#msg12892660">Quote from: Muse on 09-01-2017, 01:39:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Yadi  gave all groan when she finally began to stir. The blond girl was lying on her back on the soft clay. A cool evening breeze traded at the elf’s dusty pink nipples stiffened til they were stiff as little pebbles. Yadi gave a groan and rolled over on her side,  hand scrambling at her feet for the blanket.   <br/><br/>With a whimper she stretched,  then curled up into a ball. "How late did I work last night, " she whimpered?  <br/><br/>Amethyst eyes fluttered open.  The blond jerked to a seated position. <em>Madre design dios!</em><br/><br/>   Yolanda looked around, confused, then looked down at her naked body.  With a little whimper, she covered her breasts with one arm, her smooth petals with the other.  <br/><br/>   “What...”  She looked around, chilled with fright, then blinked and looked back down at her body.  “What's going on...” she lifted a breast, blinked, then slipped her hand down her tiny waist.  Yolanda had always been petite, trim, and fit, very much looking the part of a ballerina, but she was quiet certain she'd never been <em>quite</em> this slender before.  Her breasts, on the other hand, had never been this big.  If she'd never been a dancer, she might have had these proud, round c-verging-on-d measurements...  <br/><br/>   Being no other than she was,  Yadi had barely been a b.   <br/><br/>   “I'm...” she whispered.  “I'm...  Other than I am?”  <br/><br/>   The final bit of proof, her creamy sienna skin and cinnamon nipples were now fair as cream and dusty pink.  <br/><br/>   “<em>Santa Maria,</em>” she whimpered, looking around the empty meadow.  The only way to go seemed to be past that grass...  <br/><br/>   And past those bones.  <br/><br/>   The elf girl gave a hard swallow, then whispered, “Okay...  If I think about this I'll go stark raving mad.  Just go.”  <br/><br/>   Yolanda rose smoothly to her feet without so much as touching the ground and started towards the bones at an easy stride, that became a jog, then a run...  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Yolanda was shocked that as she ran across the grass, the grass was actively cutting her feet. Upon stumbling and falling, she got a close up view of the grass. It was sharp. The blades, while made of plant matter, were literally blades and the ones near her started cutting into her thighs and legs. The blades not only cut her but started sipping her blood. Seeing this, Yolanda ran as fast as she could, getting further cut. However, she made it across after a long run.<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">Yolanda takes 2 points of damage and then takes 3 points of damage from the sawgrass</div></div><br/>Though in pain, she could see a great deal of other footprints in the dirt. She followed them and it was little time at all before she found herself near the back of a group of people that were all heading in the same direction. (Normally I wouldn't narrate this part and allow a player to do things but I'm trying to move things along a bit.) Yolanda cried out in pain and called to the group, "Wait! Need help!"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12892821#msg12892821">Quote from: Doomblade403xxx on 09-01-2017, 02:28:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Alistair pauses. <br/><br/>"Do you think more may come?" He says looking around casually and addressing Greg. "Walo my boy...can you mark an easy trail for us to follow? I'll wait here and pick up any stragglers that might be wandering our way. Numbers may be our best chance for survival and no one should be left or fall behind." He heads to the side of the road and pulls down a smallish tree. Bending it down, then standing upon it to snap it off at the ground. It's not pretty, it's not polished, but it is a staff. He snaps off branches in order to make it easier to handle. "That should do....thank you little tree for providing this stave..." He picks up a few acorns. "I will plant your seed in memory of this day and the sacrifice you made to our safety."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Walo turned to Alistair. "I did. In fact, I think that's one right now," he replied turning to Yolanda and stopping the party.<br/><br/>Charlotte looked at the new girl, who was obviously in pain. "Ladies, please! I need at least two more tops. It is the only way. I need to make her a bandage. Please," she pleaded as she started rushing to Yolanda. "Please help me help her."