Alisephora 'Alice' Moonsong's page

She seems a bit unsettled, "I am here to help you and that would seem most appropriate. I would appreciate the spell."

Following Cyril she addresses the issue as well, "I don't have the skills to manuever through a maze. It makes sense to wait until the others return."

With a sly hand she presses down upon the bulge and gasps. "Oh my, I think this will be a wonderful ride." She moves over to give Cyril a kiss.

She nods and seems to be shocked. At the touch of your lips on her neck she coos slightly. She leans her head away to allow more access to her neck. Her tail coming up to stroke between your legs from the front to your back.

She then giggles and backs away taking offer her bracers. Then her belt and her chain shirt. It will take a while to slowly take off everything especially down to the skin tight pants, knee high boots, and skin tight shirt. It feels like the finest silk you have ever felt. Near the end of slipping off everything she begins a prayer, "Mistress bless this union in your name. We come before you to love and embrace your teachings."

She looks a bit taken aback. She cocks her head to the side and asks, "What has changed? You didn't act on joining me in the bath before?" She keeps looking around for something to show up but it doesn't.

Alice nods and accepts your hand to scout out with you.

Alice seems to hold her breath at the mention of it being bequeathed or that you can call it at will.

She takes the rapier and handles it while analyzing it.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

k religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Then she relays with a rush of excitement, "This looks like a lost relic of the Mistress. A magical holy weapon meant to destroy undead with the bane property. Where did you get it?"

She chimes in, "Cyril are we seriously just going to sit around and have tea?"

She confidently says, "I only have one searing light prepared. Just a longsword or mace, a bit of healing, and some buff spells. As most of my spells wont be efective, I will save them."

She slows and asks the others, "Is Cyril your scout?"

She nods seemingly agreeing. She steps out of sight to return shortly in her armor and with her gear. She then states, "To the watchtower then!"

Her smile sweetens. She quickly replies, "Of course, would you like to set the accords now or we can figure them out later? Should I gather more forces, if nothing else backup?"

She nods at the introduction but asks again, "That may be true but what services, aid, or knowledge do you seek?"

She walks over and looks over Cyril and his group. She offers, "I though someone in your group might be brazen enough to join me. Another time then. Anyways down to business, what can the servants of the Mistress do for a great brother in need?"