<span style="font-style: italic">Feeling the burn of acid, Livia cursed the fact that her own overexuberant hunger had landed her in the stomach of her own perspective meal! She made a conscious effort to stabilize herself in the gurgling, bouncing belly that was stretched so tightly around her, and pushed up, but all she managed to do was engorge his belly further, stimulating acid production and worsening her own situation.</span><br/><br/>Escape! (1d20 + 4): 6 + 4 = 10<br/>Escape! (1d20 + 4): 10 + 4 = 14<br/><br/>Seeing that her friends are in dire straits, Yula would like to try and incapacitate Milla, but alas, she's still dazed. Fearful of Gorlon dropping, she decides to play it safe and use healing word on him again. Heal (1d6 + 9): 4 + 9 =<span style="font-weight: bold">13 healing</span>.<br/><br/>Starting to think about escape, Milla fires a magic missile at Gorlon. Magic msisile (1d20 + 7): 19 + 7 = 26, Magic msisile (2d4 + 4): 2, 4 + 4 =<span style="font-weight: bold">10 damage</span>. She moves away to E-11.<br/><br/>Sophia shifts to D-5. She uses Invigorating Smite on Darro and prays it hits. Invig smite (1d20 + 9): 7 + 9 = 16, hits his will. Since both she and Darro are bloodied, they regain<span style="font-weight: bold">6 health</span>(5 + wisdom). Then, as a minor action, she uses Lay on Hands on Darro, spending one of her own healing surges to heal him for<span style="font-weight: bold">10 health</span>. Invig smite (2d8 + 4): 1, 2 + 4 =<span style="font-weight: bold">7 damage to Darro</span>.<br/><br/>Recharge (1d6): 1, Darro STILL can't recharge his damn power. He tries to hit Sophia. Halberd (1d20 + 10): 11 + 10 = 21. Dmg (1d10 + 3): 2 + 3 =<span style="font-weight: bold">5 damage</span>, and Sophia is marked.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Ahh, thank you Sophia, that's much better." the large dragonborn sighed. A particularly forceful kick from the half-elf woman in his belly made him hiccup loudly. "Oops, excuse me." His belly continued to groan and churn, but Livia was managing to hold the acid-dripping stomach walls away from her tender body for the moment, but she made no progress towards climbing back out...</span><br/><br/>Gorlon shifts to D-7 to be out of Yula's way, and continues to digest Livia. Digest (1d20 + 5): 12 + 5 = 17; just barely misses her fortitude.<br/><br/>HP:<br/>Gorlon: 35/38<br/>Sophia: 17/43<br/>Yula: 27/34<br/><br/>Darro: 12/47<br/>Milla: 32/42<br/>Livia: 38/69<br/><br/>Livia tries to escape again...<br/>Escape (1d20 + 4): 3 + 4 = 7. Escape (1d20 + 4): 2 + 4 = 6. It seems that the gods of vore are unsympathetic to her plight.<br/><br/>Yula shouts as she sees the tasty mage retreating, and takes after her. She chooses to Run, increasing her speed by +2 but giving her a -5 to attacks and granting combat advantage until the beginning of her next turn. She moves once to E-11, then moves to B-12, cutting off Milla's escape.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"P... Please! Don't eat me!" Milla stammered. In spite of her innocent appearance, she'd had a few live meals of her own in the past, and she didn't at all enjoy being on the receiving end. But Yula just licks her canine chops, panting heavily and staring at her with those wild yellow eyes...</span><br/><br/>Milla shifts to A-10 and uses magic missile on Yula.<br/>MM (1d20 + 7): 6 + 7 = 13, barely hits.<br/>MM (2d4 + 4): 1, 4 + 4 =<span style="font-weight: bold">9 damage</span>.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Sophia smiled wickedly at Darro, panting from exertion and feeling the pain of multiple wounds, just like him. She stuck out her massive chest and sauntered towards him. As frightened as he was, he was also allured... and he didn't run as she opened her jaws wide and reached for him...</span><br/><br/>Sophia tries to grab him. Grab (1d20 + 4): 9 + 5 = 14, miss by one.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Darro grinned as he approached. The other dragonborn was stuffed with Livia's squirming form, and it didn't look like she was getting out. Poor Milla was probably going to be a bulge in that wolfess's belly soon. Those two would be too stuffed to chse him down, but not this buxom green bombshell coming for him. His only chance was to take the initiative... As she reached for him, he sprang forward. He hooked his halberd's pole around her back to trap her close to him, and gleefully pressed against those bouncing mounds, soft even beneath two layers of scales. He began stretching his mouth wide open...</span><br/><br/>Grab (1d20 + 4): 9 + 4 = 13, just enough. Yeah, Sophia's reflex defense sucks.<br/><br/>Gorlon digests again. Digest (1d20 + 5): 4 + 5 = 9, miss. Shifts to C-7.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Too weighed down to help much, Gorlon slowly waddled in the direction of Milla and Yula. He groaned again, this time a little frustrated, as his tender prey punched and kicked forcefully. "Would you quit thrashing around in there? Really inconsiderate of you." he sneered sarcastically.</span><br/><br/>So... can she do it this time? Let's see!<br/>Escape (1d20 + 4): 2 + 4 = 6<br/>Escape (1d20 + 4): 19 + 4 = 23. Finally!<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">With one final lurch, Livia managed to force the sphincter back open and push herself up and back out of the throat, soaked with dragon-slobber and digestive juices but mostly intact. Although she was out of his belly, the frustrated dragon's arms closed around her shoulders immediately. "Where do you think you're going?" he growled.</span><br/><br/>Yula shifts, grabs Milla. Grab (1d20 + 4): 13 + 4 = 17. Grabbed! Now, Yula spends her action point to try and swallow Milla immediately.<br/>Swallow (1d20 + 4): 16 + 4 = 20. Down she goes!<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Without warning, Yula pounced and pinned Milla's arms to her sides. "EEP!" the frightend mage squeaked. "MMM..." the wolf girl growled, watching every curve of Milla's body jiggle through the wet cloth as she struggled to get free. "You're the tastiest looking morsel I've had in weeks. Is that perfume I smell? I like it." The wolf-priestess laughed, dropping to her knees and hefting Milla off her feet and into midair with a grunt of effort and forcing her head into the yawning void of her hot pink mouth. The jaws had a little trouble stretching over Milla's sizable bosom, and as Yula stuffed her in forcefully, Milla's face could be seen making an imprint in the tight flesh of her throat. Yula made a wet coughing sound as the shapely prey slid in all the way up to her hips in a single movement. With Milla's hind-end lifted up into the air, her robe slid down from her hips, giving the world one last glance of her shapely bottom and luscious thighs kicking desperately in midair before she slid all the way in, curling up on her side in Yula's stifling, slimy belly. Yula belched and sighed with satisfaction. But Milla wasn't quite done yet, and just as Yula was willing her body to start processing the meal, Milla sprang up out of her belly with surprising force, pushing herself out up to her hips and gasping for air.<br/></span><br/><br/>Escape (1d20 + 2): 10 + 2 = 12<br/>Escape (1d20 + 2): 19 + 2 = 21. Success!<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Sophia giggled musically as the boy pressed against her. "Mmm, I'd like to have some fun with you before you go down, but I think my friends might need help with their own morsels... So down you go!"</span><br/><br/><br/>Swallow (1d20 + 4): 16 + 4 = 20.<img alt=":gulp:" src="./images/smilies/munch.gif" title="Eat!"/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"No... No!" Darro shouted as she wrapped her arms around him, pressing him even tighter against her breasts. Using her impressive strength, she forced him down to his knees, and slowly, she began to lower her dripping jaws over his shoulders. Even through his armor, she could feel his firm, well-muscled body twitching frantically as he tried to regain some kind of leverage... but it was too late already. She lunged with all her strength, doing a sort of handstand and using her own weight to force her throat down over his body, down to his hips. He cursed and howled in panic as she hefted the struggling lower-body hanging out of her jaws skyward. With both hands, she reached around and gave his ass a firm, playful squeeze as she gulped forcefully, pulling him all the way down into her gut. Like most magic armor, her scale-mail was desgined to stretch as much as it needed to accomodate a large meal in the wearer's belly. Her large breasts rested atop the swollen belly, jiggling along with it as the unfortunate young man struggled.</span><br/><br/>Escape (1d20 + 4): 20 + 4 = 24. Darro escapes!<br/>Swallow (1d20 + 4): 16 + 4 = 20<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">But it didn't last long. Coiling his body up like a spring, he pushed his way out of her belly and back onto the ground, covered in drool but unharmed. With a snarl, she lunged for him again... Only to find herself stumbling towards the human's gaping mouth! His tongue licked playfully at the end of her green snout as it slid over her head and neck, eliciting a surprised and indignant squeak from her. He has a moment of trouble getting her massive bust into his throat, but his magically-expanded jaws are wide enough to manage. With a quick SLURP, there's nothing left but two wriggling feet and the tip of her thick tail outside his lips. Gathering the feet and tail into his mouth, he gulps ostentatiously, feeling the heavy bulge descend past his ribcage and settle in his stomach. "She was cute, but better she become a meal than I." he mused.<br/><br/>Still holding onto Livia with his tail, Gorlon decides to send her back where she belongs immediately. "No!" Livia shivers as he drags her towards his gaping maw again. "Listen, eat the other two, but leave me, I can help- NO!" Quick as you please, her tender, uncovered legs are placed in his mouth, and in a matter of seconds, he slurps her down like a string of spaghetti. She starts fighting again as soon as she lands in that stretchy stomach, still filled with acids ready to break her down quickly.</span><br/><br/>Swallow (1d20 + 5): 13 + 5 = 18. Livia swallowed again.<br/><br/>Escape (1d20 + 6): 7 + 6 = 13<br/>Escape (1d20 + 6): 8 + 6 = 14 fail.<br/><br/>That's it for this update, next one will probably wrap things up.