As Xarithe speaks, the naga captain's head whips over to bear on him instantly, setting what little loose there is on her body to flap and hair to fly; pursing her lips and drawing herself upright in the very picture of affronted pride, she bellows with the utmost of rage in her voice,<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Nagaspeak for Xarithe</span>:<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">"Fool! Another two weeks and I'd have undermined their entire operation! His Lordship needs to learn to trust me on a job- dispose of this rabble, I suppose we can advance our plans."</div></div></div><br/><br/>"What was that, my-" the feline with a broken nose asks, only to get interrupted with a harsh, "Lies! Ignore it- break through, warn the priestess!"<br/><br/>Behind her, the two humans brace for the arrival of Xarithe and his companion side by side... but there is nothing they can realistically do to hold back such a snake. Sira simply closes her mouth over the top half of one cultist in a single lunge, shaking him once like a terrier with a rat to still the man and send him limp; his companion goggles at the sight, but keeps his weapon pointed at Xarithe instead. The effect on the gnomes is hardly less, as they back up another step from the wall of scaled flesh, and little notice seems available for Eiyre as she skips on behind the pair. Though such thoughts assail the captain, briefly flashing through her mind with the feeling of how tight and wonderfully slimy Eiyre's gullet would be for such a huge, nutritious meal... she shakes her head once, growling.<br/><br/>Whatever else their madness, it is difficult to fault the cultists on the other side of the barracks their bravery. Fairy or not, charging anyone so self evidently strong while barely dressed and wielding a weapon more suited to flaying peasants is an act of mad courage. Ambrosia, ready for just such an occasion, gives one his reward. Claws raking his body, the man tries to hold back some of the blows with his weapon arm only to have it pinned against his side by the fairy's bite. Taking in his head and chest, Ambrosia is instantly rewarded with the taste of bare, succulent flesh on her tongue. Whatever taint others might have had isn't here, and the half-dressed state of these cultists is quite the incidental benefit in keeping clothing from coming between her drooling mouth and fresh meat. Though he squirms against her tongue as it samples his face, it's weak and instinctive only; consciousness has already fled from the man in the fairy's slick embrace, waiting only to be swallowed down at her leisure. Gorun doesn't take things quite so far... not yet, anyway. He quickly squirrels through the two guards blocking his path, letting sword and flail strikes cut only air- a second blow is interrupted as the monk grabs the human by both shoulders, with the cultist's face wrenching into an expression where the balance of fear and determination shifting towards the former.<br/><br/>With a wordless bellow, the naga begins slithering forward, almost crushing the hapless feline guard into the floor once more. Ambrosia, with a start, sees claws sprouting from the naked naga's fingers; indeed, she can tell that the naga is a practitioner of the same school of fighting as the fairy herself, and seemingly more than willing to grapple with her meal or no meal. A pair of claw strikes whiz harmlessly over her head,<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Anyone on the east side: DC 13 sense motive check</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">The naga aimed to miss.</div></div></div><br/><br/>missing despite her load, but then Ambrosia sees the naga's mouth spread wide in a familiar sight as the coiled titan lunges at her. Taking in the dazed cultist and Ambrosia's upper body in a single gulp, fangs come down to pierce her flesh and anchor the fairy and fairy's prey alike into her mouth. They land-<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ambrosia, and anyone who makes a DC 20 perception check</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">The naga intentionally stops short of cutting into Ambrosia's flesh, though the sheer impact is enough to knock the wind out of the fairy.</div></div></div><br/><br/>-and hold Ambrosia fast. Almost immediately, slippery drool starts to slick down her hair and wings as the sour scent of a stomach far down her body wafts from the naga's open throat... by all outward appearances, eager and able to claim two meals for the effort of one. After all, the guards had been quietly worrying about her digesting them...<br/><br/>[[Actions!<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Sira's bite and grapple hit, with enough damage dealt to knock out the human. <br/>Xarithe moves.<br/>Gorun's acrobatics check and grapple succeed. Human is YOINKED.<br/>Eiyre casts doom: Will save succeeds, no effect. <br/>Ambrosia's barrage of attacks knocks her human out, and he is KO-grappled.<br/>Naga barbarian moves and enters <span style="font-style: italic">Rage</span>, attacking Ambrosia. Two claw attacks miss. Bite attack CRITS but does not confirm. Maximum damage rolled: 12, but <span style="font-style: italic">nonlethal</span>. Grapple attack succeeds.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Init:<br/>Albali (17/20 HP), Ain, Turilia<span style="font-style: italic">Currently Up</span><br/>Enemy Guards, Kaheksa (Two humans are unconscious and grappled, one by Sira and one by Ambrosia. One is grappled by Gorun.)<br/>Sira (Barkskin, Feather Step, Grappling cultist), Xiathe (Barkskin, Resist Digestion), Gorun (Grapple with a cultist), Eiyre, Ambrosia (Full HP, but 12 nonlethal damage, Grappled, Grappling cultist)<br/>Naga Captain<br/><br/>A new map appears:<a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/TaJfwtn.png">http://i.imgur.com/TaJfwtn.png</a>]]