OOC: Obviously a lot to respond to... hopefully I've got everything right, and I think at least I haven't forgotten anybody. Anyway we're now out of combat, and you're free to take a moment to recover. Don't forget your stuffing penalties if you've had a tasty meal or two!<br/><br/>OOC: Greetings PAC – of course I've seen your sheet before, but if anyone spots something do speak up – mistakes can creep in anywhere. I think the best way to introduce your character now is to have you be one of those defending the mansion further in. You could've been visiting for some other reason... perhaps investigating some Emerald-Claw interest in the contents of Vorgaard's library?<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Everyone</span><br/><br/>OOC: Just to remind you all not to forget your stuffing penalties!<br/><br/>Inside Valeani's tum, the squirming, struggling soldier fights to escape... to no avail. In moments, she's being jolted and jounced around as Valeani charges down on one of her comrades, catching the unfortunate woman up by her shapely legs before<span style="font-style: italic">slurping</span>them down. For a moment, the soldier's hands cling frantically to Valeani's lips, trying to keep her torso out of the ravenous predator's maw, the kicking of her legs within Valeani's throat making Valeani's breasts bulge and jiggle enticingly... but it does her no good, as Valeani's clever tongue flicks the soldier's hands into her mouth, and in moments the pretty woman gulps down her pretty prey... such a pity that the only real flavour she can draw from the soldier is rubbing her tongue across the woman's face... armor just doesn't have the same delectable quality as feminine flesh...<br/><br/>...but the meal is no less filling, as Valeani's stomach tangles the two women into a helpless mass of limbs, gurgling them with acid and grinding them with powerful pulses of flesh. Weak, frantic screams echo up the predator's throat, escaping, perhaps, as a gentile burp, as all resistance is swiftly ground out of the two soldiers...<br/><br/>"Don't worry, I didn't forget about you. Can't have you trying to hurt my friends, after all,” Valeani says to the other soldier... only for Misha's scorching ray to shoot down, striking the soldier, who shrieks and collapses, twitching and steaming lightly, seared to perfection and ready to eat...<br/><br/>OOC: ...okay, so, that would actually take care of all the soldiers, but lets say a couple of reinforcements arrived... my fault for not setting out enough food I guess...<br/><br/>Synys's shot goes wild, but Dusk's charge doesn't, the delectable flavour of struggling Emerald Claw soldier strong upon his tongue... and within moments, she's beneath the cat's powerful paws, being licked and savoured by Dusk's long, rough tongue. The soldier struggles, but there's little she can do... no more now than Dusk's unwilling meal-to-be...<br/><br/>Jules prepares to attack... only to find that the only Emerald Claw left are those already slipping their too-weakly-resisting way down his allies throats. Still, his impressive display of swordsmanship will surely have intimidated any soldier watching from inside the burning mansion... The only 'survivor' of the fight on the Emerald-Claw side is the soldier he'd previously defeated... and she won't long survive her injurys, without medical attention. Whatever the invisible creature or creatures were, they've slipped away in the confusion of the battle, retreating from the disaster without confrontation...<br/><br/>Inside Ryla's tum, is Odette, and inside her tum, Xarces... and its he her belly immediately assaults with groaning, grinding acids. She'll need all the strength she can get, if she's to escape Ryla's digestive tract...<br/><br/>OOC: Damage: Bludgeoning 9, Acid 7<br/><br/>OOC: Ryla can't intimidate properly<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>move and attack an Emerald-Claw... just as well there's none left, save for the casualty, who might still squirm enough to enjoy on the way down...<br/><br/>“I'll take it,” Odette screams. “I'll take the deal. Let me up and I'll let your friend out, and you can have my things. J-just don't<span style="font-style: italic">digest</span>me!” She wails.