{I've had two PM'd requests to join the game. We're currently six (and in principle could be seven if Aleph-Null decides to take up the slot I'm holding for him/her – I'm not sure when the statute of limitations expires on that). How does the group feel about being two more (since this is kind-of private, please PM me your answers rather than posting in the thread}<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>[Anime Chaos (Linda): "Armed men" in that case refers to the agreed upon bodyguards. I've been making a note to mention them all along so they don't seem to appear out of thin air when they're suddenly needed.]</div></blockquote>{Ah! That makes sense.}<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>[Linda (Anime Chaos):"Not only would a scheduled teleportation allow us to enjoy your graciously offered hospitality, it's likely to be less expensive."</div></blockquote><br/>In fact, this is dead wrong, and that fact would be commonly known. A eight-horse team and coach cost about 1,700gp by the book. With replacements in Ardev and extra costs for rarity in both Greywall and Ardev, it'd be 5,100gp before you've negotiated (negotiating can raise the cost as well as lower it though if you fluff it up) and you'd probably get something back for the coach and horses. The lightning rail doesn't add much to that cost – in principle 30gp per person, although there may be additional costs due to monstrous nature, or lower if you choose steerage class. Teleportation would cost probably four times as much – i.e. about 20,000gp. House Orien will accept the necklace in trade though, as Zorakatra has said. Additionally, selling the necklace in Droaam will not likely net you anywhere like its full value. Even fenced in, say, Sharn, it's still 'hot' – stolen property, which would affect the price. {Still, I think the decision is anyway solidly in favor of teleporting, so I will go with that}.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Linda (Sansuki) "Now now," she murmurs, "Just a taste for now, lovely singer. Wouldn't want you to have to waddle too far." </div></blockquote><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Bellicious (Reizu) "Well, er, I'm all for staying the night. That way if the teleportation goes wrong, I could have at least had a good time before it."</div></blockquote><br/>“Yes, quite,” Zorakatra agrees, “indulge in the elf on your own time – for now, fetch some bimbuns for our guests.”<br/><br/>“Later,” the novice-chorister murmurs, pressing her lips briefly to Bellicious's. “You, too,” she continues, brushing her feathers. “I'll bring some marinade for you from the kitchen. Honey's good for roasting, but you can eat it neat – or lick it off,” she smiles, running her tongue across her full lips, before smacking them wetly.<br/><br/>Linda watches this display with ill-disguised envy, which only doubles as the novice-chorister's tailfeathers shake their way out of the room above her cute, wriggling butt. “Don't feel bad,” Zorakatra whispers, sliding up behind her. “Zivit's only a novice. A fair voice, fine with food, confident with 'prey' – no offence - ” she nods at Alizome, “and she likes sex.” Zorakatra grins, suddenly. “We all do. But you're a fullgrown and very voracious Naga, and she's still just a little chicklet.” She chuckles. “How close<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>you come to eating her, out there in the audience?”<br/><br/>{presumably, Linda will respond to this. Depending on whether she's truthful or lies (bluff check, opposed by Zorakatra's perception, if so), then the response will be something like:}<br/><br/>“I'm not sure I believe you, but I admire your self-restraint anyway. I won't blame you for only<span style="font-style: italic">almost</span>novice – not that I advise you to tell them that.” At the door, a thump sounds. Survival DC 15, only if you have 'predatory instinct' feat<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;">Prey, your instincts tell you.</div></div></div>It opens, and the novice-chorister – Zivit – herds in a passel of nude Bimbuns. The bunnygirls are alike in age, and share a clear familial resemblance not only with each other, but to the honey-roast face of the half-devoured bimbun spread across the table.  Despite that, there's no fear apparent within their wide, doe eyes, not even when their gazes pass across the predatory faces of the assembled group and come to rest on the body of their sib. They advance on it, not even seeming to recognise the bond they share. They lean forward, from the hips, hands hooked at their tailbones for balance, as they snuffle the vegetables from around her form. The position raises their cottontails high, exposing their glistening sexes. One presses her nose between her half-eaten sister's asscheeks, teeth pulling and tugging at the carrot impaling the roasted bimbun's butt. Another twists and turns her head, intelligence straining to understand how to attack the carrot clasped between her sister's ricktus jaws. Inspiration strikes, and she settles for a long, slow kiss with the roast's lips. When it breaks, the carrot is between her teeth.<br/><br/>“I brought one for everyone, including you, Virtuoso Zorakatra,” Zivit explains as they crowd into the room, “in case Miss Prinne or Miss Alizome or Mr Jules  change their minds. I'm sure some people wouldn't mind two, if it came to it.”<br/><br/>“Myself included,” Zorakatra agrees. “Or more, if need be.”<br/><br/>“Or...” Zivit blushes, “I wouldn't mind having one. To finish the herd,” she explain swiftly. “If Miss Alizome wouldn't mind sharing my belly with something that<span style="font-style: italic">wouldn't</span>last the night.<br/><br/>The Bimbun's seem no more disturbed by the discussion of their own devouring than they were by the roasted body of their sister, but in moments they've finish the greenery surrounding her delectably-displayed form, and once again gazing confusedly about the room.<br/><br/>A bimbun gnaws uselessly at the hardwood table. “Greens?” Another asks one of her sisters, snuffling at her siblings body. She shakes her head, and sniffs again. “Meat,” she replies confidently, before sinking her bunny-teeth into her dead sibling's flank and ripping free a strip of roasted flesh.<br/><br/>“Oh,” the first replied, and joined her.<br/><br/>One gaze, brigher-eyed than the others, passes lustfully over Bellicious, Aethor and Jules, pauses for moment on Linda, and for a moment her eyes hold something resembling fear. Then they slip on to Prinne, and a shiver runs through the bimbun. It draws the attention of two of her sisters. All three seem to like what they see, but it's the first who takes her two sisters in hand, turning their attentions to Bellicious and Aethor and shoving them towards the two predatory men. Swiftly, lustful thoughts cloud the two bimbun's minds, and they hipsway willingly toward Aethor and Bellicious. The smarter of the three turns back to Prinne, and advances on the shy plant girl. Her little bunny tongue flicks out past her bunny teeth to lick her lips.<br/><br/>{We're now heading into something like combat – really just a test of the vorish combat system in pathfinder (see opening post) so that we can get a bit familiar with it. There's no 'initiative' as such – act in the order in which you post. The bimbun's won't resist being 'grappled' provided it's done in a semisexy way (therefore, a minor action), except for the smart bimbun advancing on Prinne, who thinks the plant-girl is food. Nor will the bimbuns resist being ingested to the mouth, again, provided its started in the form a kiss or similar – this is still a standard action. If you do this please read the<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 bimbun's flesh is a mild aphrodesiac. If you make an obvious, opposed attempt to vore, it has no affect (cancelled by the bimbun's fear). If you wish to make a no-resistance vore attempt, then you must make a will save DC14, otherwise you're overwhelmed with lust and began to have sex with the all-too-willing bimbun.</div></div></div>}.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> Alizome (Sansuki): Still near the occupied harpy, she gives the others a glance, lingering on the naga. "Will you be coming with us? If you do, mind you don't squash the stomach too badly. Of course, I think both I and she would be appreciative of a nice bellyrub, if you've got the energy in you for that." </div></blockquote>{Reizu, I think you're going to have to respond to this on Bellicious's behalf}