Yula/Milla<br/>Swallow (1d20 + 4): 17 + 4 = 21.<br/>Escape (1d20 + 2): 9 + 2 = 11<br/>Escape (1d20 + 2): 10 + 2 = 12<br/><br/>Darro/Sophia<br/>Escape (1d20 + 4): 2 + 4 = 6<br/>Escape (1d20 + 4): 10 + 4 = 14<br/>Digest (1d20 + 4): 19 + 4 = 23<br/>Digest (1d8 + 3): 7 + 3 = 10<br/>Stealth (1d20 + 1): 17 + 1 = 18<br/>Perception (1d20 - 1): 8 - 1 = 7<br/><br/>Gorlon/Livia<br/>Digest (1d8 + 4): 3 + 4 = 7<br/>Digest (1d20 + 5): 17 + 5 = 22<br/>Escape (1d20 + 4): 1 + 4 = 5<br/>Escape (1d20 + 4): 10 + 4 = 14<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Fight all you want, morsel, you're not getting away!" Yula snarled, grabbing Milla by the thighs as she tried to crawl away and swallowing her down with a single gulp. "No! Let me out!" Milla cried as she found herself sucked down again, but this time Yula lay down on her belly, pinning the human with all her bodyweight and curling around the squirming bulge defensively. So occupied was she with feeding that she didn't notice Sophia's dire predicament.<br/><br/>Gorlon's belly grumbled loud enough for everyone to hear as it returned to work breaking down the scrappy half-elf into a form. As she felt the acids begin to eat into her flesh once again, Livia cried for help as loud as she could manage from within a dragonborn's belly. "MMMMPH! HMMMMPH!"<br/><br/>So noisy and distracting were Darro's friends to the predators who had devoured them, in fact, that they didn't notice him when he slipped behind a tree, nor did they distinguish the muffled pleas of the busty dragonborn in HIS belly from those coming from their own bellies. Sophia was thrashing around in a panic as she felt the acids stinging her snout and tail, and slowly seeping into her armor. Cautiously, Darro brought a hand up to his mouth and muffled a large belch. He didn't stand a chance against the other two barbarians, and the massive bulge he cradled with his hands would slow him down quite a bit, but then, his meal's allies would be slowed too. It was a shame that Milla and Livia had just become someone's supper, but at least he could "dispose" of one of the barbarians. With almost all of the air in the human's tight stomach gone, Sophia prayed that her friends found her very soon...<br/><br/>HP:<br/>Gorlon: 35/38<br/>Sophia: 7/43<br/>Yula: 27/34<br/><br/>Darro: 12/47<br/>Milla: 32/42<br/>Livia: 31/69<br/><br/>Yula/Milla<br/>Digest (1d20 + 4): 19 + 4 = 23<br/>Digest (1d8 + 3): 7 + 3 = 10<br/>Escape (1d20): 12<br/>Escape (1d20): 6<br/><br/>Sophia/Darro<br/>Escape (1d20 + 2): 13 + 2 = 15. So close, Sophia!<br/>Escape (1d20 + 2): 9 + 2 = 11<br/>Digest (1d20 + 4): 8 + 4 = 12<br/>Digest (1d8 + 3): 3 + 3 = 6<br/><br/>Gorlon/Livia<br/><br/>Digest (1d20 + 5): 16 + 5 = 21<br/>Digest (1d8 + 4): 6 + 4 = 10<br/>Escape (1d20 + 4): 9 + 4 = 13<br/>Escape (1d20 + 4): 7 + 4 = 11<br/><br/>HP:<br/>Gorlon: 35/38<br/>Sophia: 1/43!!!<br/>Yula: 27/34<br/><br/>Darro: 12/47<br/>Milla: 22/42<br/>Livia: 21/69<br/><br/>[i]Grinning triumphantly, Gorlon wandered over to Yula, holding onto his frantically wriggling belly with both hands. "Oof!" he grunted with a particularly forceful kick. "Quite a fighter, this one is, both in and outside of my gut. Helpless farmers are nice and all, but not as satisfying as prey that puts up a good fight." <br/><br/>Several bulges appeared, then disappeared in Yula's massive chainmail-covered belly, even bigger than Gorlon's. Milla pounded uselessly on the stretchy pink walls surrounding her, crying out in terror as the biting acids poured all over her. Yula let out a loud burp of her own, then laid back on her back to enjoy the pleasurable struggles. "Mmm... they were tougher than expected, yes, but I don't think they'll be getting back out this time. At least, not in the same form they were when they went in." In response to Yula's callous comment, Milla wailed again. "NOOO! Please, let me out, I'll do anything!" Yula didn't acknowledge her, but just rubbed her belly contentedly. "Do you think Sophia is done with that other human yet?"<br/><br/>"HEY! Sophia!" Gorlon called, waddling a bit to the east, but with his belly stuffed with Livia, a meal two-thirds his own size and jiggling violently, he couldn't move very quickly.<br/><br/>Sophia, meanwhile, was tossing and turning in a panic inside Darro's gurgling stomach; she had already been exhausted by the battle, and now all of the air in the stomach had been belched out. Her world began to bounce up and down as the human who had eaten her started walking away from the farm, doing his best to keep out of sight. She screamed one more time, at the top of her lungs, but again, they couldn't hear her.</span><br/><br/>For the sake of wrapping this up and to counteract the extreme loss of mobility that goes with vore, I think I'll allow stuffed characters to use the 'run' action, boosting their speed to three. Assuming Sophia doesn't make it out this round, that's what Darro will probably start doing.<br/><br/>Yula/Milla<br/>Digest (1d20 + 4): 10 + 4 = 14<br/>Digest (1d8 + 3): 8 + 3 = 11<br/>Escape (1d20): 13<br/>Escape (1d20): 17. Made it!<br/><br/>Escape (1d20 + 2): 6 + 2 = 8<br/>Escape (1d20 + 2): 6 + 2 = 8<br/>Digest (1d20 + 4): 14 + 4 = 18<br/>Digest (1d8 + 3): 6 + 3 = 9. Well, looks like Sophia's stay will be an extended one... Instead of shifting away as he has been, Darro starts running three squares per round. The others won't be able to catch him unless they abandon their own prey, which they don't intend to.<br/><br/>Gorlon/Livia<br/>Digest (1d20 + 5): 15 + 5 = 20<br/>Digest (1d8 + 4): 3 + 4 = 7<br/>Escape (1d20 + 4): 16 + 4 = 20. Made it!<br/>Escape (1d20 + 4): 11 + 4 = 15. Still grabbed!<br/><br/>HP:<br/>Gorlon: 35/38<br/>Sophia: -5/43: Food.<br/>Yula: 27/34<br/><br/>Darro: 12/47<br/>Milla: 11/42<br/>Livia: 14/69<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Darro saw his chance and broke into a run, his massively enlarged midsection bouncing wildly up and down as he fled as fast as he could, hoping to make it back to Delium before morning. With all of her remaining air used up uselessly crying out to her friends, Sophia gave one last weak push against her slimy prison and passed out. Darro sighed with relief and satisfaction. At least he had his life, and one the cutest meals he'd ever had digesting inside him.<br/><br/>"Uh oh." Gorlon said, a frown materializing on his face even as the pleasure of digesting the squirming half-elf intensified. "He must have got hAAACK!" Taking advantage of his open mouth, Livia, whose struggles he thought he felt subsiding, pushed up and out of his throat again. Gasping for air, she was essentially standing up inside of him, with her legs still knee-deep in his acid-filled stomach and her torso sticking straight up out of his mouth. <br/><br/>Yula laughed as she continued rubbing her own belly, which was bouncing around despite her attempts to hold it still. Milla's cries were becoming more and more desperate, and her struggles less coordinated. Yula burped again, this time stretching the stomach so tight around Milla that the outline of her sexy figure was clearly visible from outside. "Don't worry, Gorlon, you'll get her." She wasn't terribly broken up about Sophia's fate. One less mouth to feed on raids.<br/><br/>"WAIT!" Livia's cool, professional demeanor was gone now. "Don't swallow me again, I'll join you, I can-"</span><br/><br/>Gorlon/Livia:<br/>Swallow (1d20 + 5): 17 + 5 = 22<br/>Escape (1d20 + 4): 13 + 4 = 17<br/>Escape (1d20 + 4): 17 + 4 = 21<br/><br/>Yula/Milla<br/>Digest (1d20 + 4): 14 + 4 = 18<br/>Digest (1d8 + 3): 5 + 3 = 8<br/>Escape (1d20): 7<br/>Escape (1d20): 3<br/><br/><br/>HP:<br/>Gorlon: 35/38<br/>Sophia: -5/43: Food.<br/>Yula: 27/34<br/><br/>Darro: 12/47<br/>Milla: 3/42<br/>Livia: 14/69<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Gorlon grabbed Livia's shoulders with both hands and forced her back down his throat with all his strength, but she managed to wriggle out of his grip and keep her head and chest out of his gullet. "PLEASE! I... I know Karun, I can tell you how to defeat him, I-"<br/><br/>"PLEASE! Make her spit me out! AHHHH, IT BURNS!" Milla shouted. Looking annoyed, Yula burped for the third time, getting rid of the air Milla had exhaled and making the stomach cling tightly to her face. "MMMMMPH!" Yula, totally unconcerned for the woman digesting away inside of her, shrugged casually. "Maybe we should take her prisoner, Gorlon."</span><br/><br/>Swallow (1d20 + 5): 4 + 5 = 9<br/>Escape (1d20 + 4): 18 + 4 = 22<br/>Livia is no longer grappled.<br/><br/>Cut and run 1 (1d20 + 11): 11 + 11 = 22<br/>Cut and run 2 (1d20 + 11): 4 + 11 = 15<br/>Cut and run 1 (1d8 + 4): 4 + 4 =<span style="font-weight: bold">8 damage</span><br/><br/>Yula/Milla<br/>Digest (1d20 + 4): 1 + 4 = 5<br/>Digest (1d8 + 3): 1 + 3 = 4<br/>Escape (1d20): 11<br/>Escape (1d20): 10<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">As Yula's belly gurgled loudly and Milla's struggles began to weaken, Livia finally pulled herself free of Gorlon's grasping throat. Her skin had gone from tan to bright red, but she was luckier than Milla. "DAMN YOU!" Gorlon shouted, stepping towards her. Landing on her feet gracefully, the embattled half-elf girl dealt him a vicious slash across the midsection and stepped away, throwing a dagger at him which he deflected.<br/><br/>"It's a matter of principle, Yula." he growled, not taking his eyes off the prey. "Her friend ate Sophia."<br/><br/>"You could probably catch that other human without her weighing you down." Yula pointed out. Gorlon glanced at her briefly. "Oh, shut it. She's going to digest and that's final."<br/><br/>Although Milla continued to groan and squirm, she was too tired and short of breath to keep fighting. As if on cue, Yula's belly gurgled and increased the flow of acids...</span><br/><br/>Milla/Yula<br/>Digest (1d20 + 4): 19 + 4 = 23<br/>Digest (1d8 + 3): 1 + 3 = 4. Milla is officially wolf-chow.<br/><br/>Gorlon moves forward, uses Twin Strike (for subdual damage).<br/>Axe1 (1d20 +<img alt="8)" src="./images/smilies/icon_cool.gif" title="Cool"/>: 15 + 8 = 23<br/>Axe2 (1d20 + 7): 19 + 7 = 26<br/>Axe1 (1d10 + 5): 5 + 5 = 10<br/>Axe2 (1d10 + 4): 4 + 4 = 8<br/>Livia is reduced to 0 hp and helpless. The fight is now over.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Using the blunt ends of his axes, Gorlon charged forward and slammed Livia twice right in the solar plexus; her armor wasn't nearly enough to shield her, and she toppled to the ground, gasping for breath. "Pl-please... don't... I can..." she sputtered as Gorlon reached down to undo the buckles of her breastplate. "I should thank you, really," the big dragonborn sneered. "Now I won't have to go through the discomfort of coughing up that armor later. He grabbed the slender, helpless half-elf by her waist and lifted her up over his head. "NOOOOOO!" Livia cried one last time before he dropped her in. Now that she wasn't fighting back as much, he took his time, easing her down his throat an inch at a time. Bit by bit, Livia settled back into his acid-filled belly and curled up in the fetal position. She pushed weakly against the sticky, acid-dripping walls that surrounded her, but it was futile. <br/><br/>The dragonborn sighed happily and carressed his belly. "Ahh. It does feel much nicer without all of that hard, tasteless armor. She was absolutely delicious." He lay down next to Yula, and the two successful predators listened to the melody of their gurgling stomachs and the last, fading pleas of their prey as they rested. About an hour later, ten other members of the raiding party, a mix of shifters, gnolls and dragonborn, showed up. Seven of them had massive, swollen bellies of their own; it looked like the other soldiers 'foraging party' had been found. A couple of their number had been lost in battle, but just like Yula and Gorlon, they were too pleased with the large meals they'd caught to care. <br/><br/>For his part, Darro only made it halfway back to Delium before he had to stop. Carrying such a heavy load was difficult over great distances, and once he found a secure-looking (and, luckily, unoccupied) cave, he laid down and set about digesting his own hearty meal...</span><br/><br/>And that does it for the demonstratory combat. Of course, if Yula and Gorlon were real player characters, they would have probably preferred to let their prey escape than to allow Darro to get away with Sophia, but hey, they're evil. More importantly, this has done a good job, I think, of showing off the shortcomings of the initial vore rules I came up with. Right now, trying to swallow someone in combat is so difficult and dangerous that noone would want to do it in a difficult fight. Likewise, prey tend to bounce back and forth between being in the stomach and out of it like a yo-yo. But, on the bright side, it's definitely not OVERpowered.<br/><br/>I'll try to think up some quick solutions for this. It'll probably include some new feats. I also might do a brief 'epilogue' for the demo in the next post.