<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Calia&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>A look of utter shock is all that can be mustered on the Wild Elf's face as Calia's jaws open...and she begins to rather uncerimoniously stuff the girl's head into it. The delicious flavor of her body, clean and tasty, washes away the foul taste left behind by the platemail that had slid across her tongue just moments before.<br/><br/>"Wait! I-mmpph!" Her shocked words are cut off in a muffled cry as her head slips between Calia's jaws, the half-giantess' tongue gliding along her face, and the deep, churning growl of her gut whispering up to her from below. That very same belly had made very quick work of the Sherakim - and there was no doubt, if she didn't get out of this mess somehow, it would do the exact same thing to her. She had no real desire to become food.<br/><br/>Bracing her feet on Calia's bulging middle, the elf begins to struggle for all she is worth, slapping her open palms against Calia's cheeks in an attempt to get a hold.<br/><br/>((Opposed grapple - 1d20(20) + 5 = 25. Automatic success))<br/><br/>She, somehow, manages to get that hold...and jerks her saliva-slickened head right back out of Calia's mouth. Little patches of damp hair cling to her face, partially hiding the look of terror etched upon it "WAIT! I swear, i'll brmpphhhh!"<br/><br/>For all her fighting, she cannot even begin to break the iron-like grip of the giantess. Calia grabs her firmly behind the head, holding her off the ground by her armor...and forces the girl's face right back onto her tongue. This time, despite her struggles, she cannot find a hold. Calia's meal nearly secure, she is free to swallow the girl at her leisure.<br/><br/>((Opposed Grapple - 1d20(6) + 5 = 11))<br/>((Escape artist - 1d20(7) + 11 = 18. Given Calia's bonus, i don't think this will be a success. Just don't roll a one! XD ))<br/><br/>The Sherakim's struggles finally come to a halt inside of Calia, one final little groan accenting his passing from the world, and Calia's cementing of her place one step higher than him on the food chain. Her belly gurgles contently, the powerful acids of her stomach getting to work on her meal - armor and all. Of course, it was all too eager to have one more to work with - the elf.<br/><br/>((For convience, making two more checks now.))<br/><br/>((Opposed grapple - 1d20 (19) + 5 = 24))<br/>((Opposed Grapple - 1d20(3) + 5 =<img alt="8)" src="./images/smilies/icon_cool.gif" title="Cool"/>)<br/><br/>Vincent watches, seemingly unphased, a hard look on his face. The elf had brought it upon herself.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Lilium&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>The tiefling's heart surges upwards into her throat, beating rapidly at Lilium's words. A message to be delivered? Then...she was really going to be released?! Every little movement sent little arches of pain dancing along her nerves, but she suddenly found herself struggling upwards onto her knees, her hands pressed tightly against the slimy, velvety soft interior of Lilium's belly.<br/><br/>"A...message?! Yes!! I'll tell them anything!!" Anything to get out of these acids. She knew very well that those very acids could start to burn again at a second's notice. Knew full well that Lilium's stomach could start to grind back around her, compressing her into a helpless little ball to be digested, her nutrient-rich body little more than food to fuel the Kitsune's own.<br/><br/>She shakes her head, desperate to get those images out of her mind. She had to work with this - anything to escape!<br/><br/>"Anything! Just...just let me go! I swear, i'll tell them anything you want me to!"<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Undol, Ureck, Sherani&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Mirana busies herself with getting Undol in the best possible position he needed to be in to heal the collie. She, herself, was not much in the way of a healer - though one had to pick up at least miniscule amounts of the skill when working at a bar. Undol knew what he was doing far better than she did.<br/><br/>"Yes..i...wonder what they were here for?" She turns her bright face up to Ureck, as if he would have all the answers. Barring that, she turns her attention to Undol, her eyes searching his own as if he would have all the answers. When Undol finishes using his tiny wand, she gets back to her feet with a satisfied little smile etched on her lips, her fingers cupped protectivly around Undol to prevent him from falling out of her hand during her movements.<br/><br/><br/>"Cards?" Mirana whispers "....Yes. Um, you left them here...why..?" She tilts her head, as if slightly confused. However, that look of confusion is interrupted by one of shock when Sherani stomps right back into the main bar area, slips around behind the little table that Ureck had pulled over to protect her from the nasty sight of the Gnoll....and calmly hoists him up onto her shoulder.<br/><br/>"...Oh..." she whispers, suddenly looking pale. The view of the tangled body, broken snout, red-coated fur...it was enough to make her stomach turn. When Ureck backs into her, she does not even try to keep her footing, and sinks back down into one of the seats at the bar.<br/><br/>When Sherani mentions 'splitting it' with Ureck...she turns white as a sheet, placing one hand over her mouth. The imagined image of the Collie and Tigress digging into the corpse dancing in her mind "...Oh....gods....ew..." She whispers, biting her lower lip in a desperate attempt to keep the minor dinner she'd had down.<br/><br/>Mirana could not have looked any more thankful than when Ureck positioned himself between her and Sherani, at least partially hiding the mangled body from view.<br/><br/>"Undol...ugh...i just want it to be all over..." She whispers, holding him delicately in her hand. It was trembling again - just when she'd seemed to have calmed down some, too.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Sherani&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Sherani gets more than one look from the few patrons that had not fled in a panic. The three that remained, anyways. Even Vincent, the normally kindly old tavernkeeper, gives her a rather stern look when she uncerimoniously hoists the body up onto her shoulder. The look in Mirana's eyes was pretty clear - it looked like she was going to be sick.<br/><br/>The corpse is easy to strip - namely because he has very little in the way of armor. His weapon is slightly above-standard, though is shy of masterwork quality. The only other item he has of interest in a small pouch attached to his belt. Surprizingly enough, the string had not come dislodged during the fight.<br/><br/>A quick inspection of the beltpouch's contents reveal a small vial of liquid that he never got to use - a cure moderate wounds potion. Stuffed beneath the little vial is a handful of gold coins, totaling 44 in total, 12 silver, and 2 copper. A pittance, certainly...but what *REALLY* drew her attention was the gemstone buried beneath it.<br/><br/>It glitters faintly in the light when she pulls it from the pouch - only to find it is attached to a ring. The ring itself is golden, and FAR too small to have fit the gnoll's fingers - likely, something he'd snitched off one of his unfortunate prey. The gem upon it was finely cut, and nearly the side of one of Sherani's pinky-joints. It's deep blue hue and beauty indicates it might very well be worth a pretty sum, if she could find somewhere to pawn it off.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;The Singing Donkey&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Rak utters another little growl when Sherani stalks back into the bar through the rear door - apparantly, the little snarl she'd aimed in his direction had set his nerves on edge. However, the second she mentions the gnoll body that she'd dragged outside, his ears perk - apparantly fully understanding what she meant. After a quick look to make sure that Sherani had, indeed, returned to the the main bar area...he looks up at Lilium with a smug little look, his voice whispering in her head.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well...it's not squirming, but it doesn't look like we will be getting our chicken tonight!! And the little guy has eluded me. Oh well - one meal is as good as the next, eh?" </span>He takes one last little look at the Orc, sniffs experimentally at the body of the cook as he is enshrouded, then gives a tiny 'werf'...before slipping out the door.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Ew. Ew ew ew! Ohh, he's all broken and mangled and...Ooo...tastes kinda good..."</span>