<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c0/db/77/c0db77cbef981c004a07d1f8d376e85a.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Adelaide Meeks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269826.msg13302961#msg13302961)</strong></span><br/><br/>Place:     Into the woods without spare panties.<br/>Tagging:  Foragers<br/><br/>Adelaide looked out of the corner of her eye at Cassandra as she rested her hand on her shoulder. She reached down playfully, her gloved fingertips teasing nimbly across the fabric at her crotch. Without warning, she grasped her more firmly, her fingers sliding the material between her legs, "Keep touching me, you're going to get touched back. Or is that your intentions? If we live through this, I will scratch itches you never knew you had, moppet."<br/><br/>(Bardic inspiration: Cassandra. 1d6)<br/><br/>She withdrew her hand, listening intently to the hunters, detecting no alarm on their part. Yet.<br/><br/>Adelaide unpacked her mask and cloak, holding her breath not out of caution, but the oxygen deprivation excited her. She cinched up her cloak as Maldred outlined their cover story, taking a moment to run her fingers across her teeth. Her sommelier's tongue insisted she could catch a hint of Cassandra on the leather gloves and she swished it about curiously before spitting it out and fastening her mask.<br/><br/>She knew the consensus was that they should pass by unnoticed if possible. Adelaide most assuredly did not agree with it. She wanted to know what color that elf girl's spleen was.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes and stroked her scarf, adjusting it around her neck until it was just the right amount of uncomfortable, the fleece warm to the touch. Maldred's counsel was wise. They absolutely should avoid being seen and she was the master of her urges. They did not control her. She was in control.<br/><br/>She was in control.<br/><br/>"Madred. As one touched by the divine once and our mistress anew, you know what it is to feel the presence of something infinitely larger than yourself within. I am touched as well, by an affliction. One of prognostication. I have visions of ill fortune and I suspect that is why I was taken from the abyss and made anew with the rest of you."<br/><br/>She whispered, gently resting her fingertips on his chest. Adelaide oozed sincerity and vulnerability, warning signs to anyone who knew her better. But these friends of hers were still new and unfamiliar with the depths of her sickness, "I have seen what happens if we walk away. It is dire. They are hunters and Cassandra has been dripping boar blood. Unmolested, they will follow it innocently enough... to the entrance to our haven. And from there, they will find the passage and know it for what it is... and bring more. They can not be allowed to live..."<br/>Deception 25 : At 2017-08-05 02:47:25, Adelaide (uid: 870) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 25 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105787)<br/><br/>"Let Wisp and I, as quiet as a shadow's fart, creep closer and see what it is we face. We might find out how to best proceed..." Already clad as a highwayman, in her cloak and mask, she did not bother to wait for his answer. She was silent and fluid despite her heels, moving almost bonelessly amongst the brush as she made her way towards the camp. Adelaide drew her rapier without the slightest rasp of steel.<br/><br/>She was in control.<br/>Sneak at 22 : At 2017-08-08 13:45:33, Adelaide (uid: 870) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105868)