Felina struggles futily against the tentacle squeezing her as well.
Claw #1 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19; damage 1d2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Oops...1d6 ⇒ 5Sorry new player...he he.
Felina on the unspoken command of her mistress leaps onto the table and darts towards the legate, weaving to avoid any blows from the orcs.
Move to the Legate, Acrobatics 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Crunk rolls his eyes. When he speaks, his voice is dripping with sarcasm, "Oh yeah, the rooms are great. Perfect for you and the kitten to hole up. Say, why are you people here anyway? Looking for the dwarf?"
Crunk hears a voice in his mind...
"Purrrr...I am NOT a kitten, I am a fully grown Coon Cat...purrrr...(sniff) it seems you need to wash yourself..."
Laying a hand on Solvi's arm, she peers into the elorg eyes, "You've been alone too long, my fiend, alone with you pain. Whenever you wish, you can talk to us. We can help both of you carry your burdens.", she adds to Ilona.
Felina meows loudly to attract the attention of the healer. Gilian hears in her mind, "Puurrrr...the mistress has not been alone....purrr...I have walked with her every step of the way....puurrr..." There is a faint sense of reproach in the feline's tone.
Felina notes the arrival of the cavalry, so to speak, and telepathically speaks to them, Gilian and Ilona in particular, "The two captors do not appear to be enemies, and they refer to themselves as the Beast and the Whore. I believe they would be sacrifices to the Shadow at some point in the future." There is a note of dispassion in Felina's thoughts.
Felina crawls out of the water looking quite bedraggled, and hisses at her mistress, obviously annoyed about getting wet. She does give Chops a purr of contentment after he attempts to dry her off. When Solvistania picks her up, Felina looks into Solvi’s eyes and there is an unspoken conversation between the two.