<span style="font-weight: bold">@ All spellcasters... </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;">Given we have two more spellcasters coming in, I guess I'd better go ahead and answer this question now, to avoid confusion.<br/><br/>In this world, what counts as a 'humanoid'?<br/><br/>Given the cities have anthros, taurs, half-dragons...any number of creatures, which counts as a humanoid for spells such as 'Reduce person', 'Hold person', and 'Paralyzing touch'?<br/><br/>The easiest way I've found to allow you to know where your spells might work, or might not....<br/>If a creature has racial hit-die, they are Monsterous Humanoids.<br/>If not? The are humanoids.<br/><br/>So, taurs will always be Monsterous Humanoids.<br/>Anthros - case by case basis. For the MOST part, *ALL* anthros are going to be humanoids. Does this mean some of them won't have racial hit-dice? No - and you won't know until you cast your spell, and find it doesn't work. For example, an anthro wolf will normally be affected...but, one of our new characters coming in (An anthro wolf with racial hitdice in Anthro wolf), would not be, because of those racial hit-dice.<br/><br/>I WILL allow a DC 20 Intelligence check (To notice slight behavior differences denoting racial hit-dice), or a DC 25 spot check (To notice sharper teeth, longer claws, things of that sort to denote being more 'in tune' with the feral side). Simply note you are making the check in a PM to me, roll your check(Including the roll in your PM), and I'll let you know one way or the other with subtle hints and the like. <img alt=";)" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/><br/><br/>Ogres and such remain unchanged.<br/><br/>Hopefully, this clarifies for all spellcasters coming in! ^_^ I'll be sure to post this under 'new' on page one, so anyone can look it up if need be!</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Further Rule changes...</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;">After a long, hard debate, I've finally decided on how the stuffing penalty will be reworked.<br/><br/>Characters can eat their stomach size in food with no penalty. So, a medium-sized creature could devour another medium-sized creature and be perfectly fine, with no penalty. AFTER passing your stomach size in food, you will incur normal stuffing penalties. So, a Medium creature devoures 2 medium creatures - you are stuffed, with a -4 penalty.<br/><br/>Sizes of stomachs will also be changing.<br/><br/>If you are a medium-sized creature with 'improved gluttony', making your stomach size large, you can devour 1 large creature with no penalty.<br/>2 mediums.(2x previous)<br/>6 smalls (3x previous)<br/>24 tiny (4x previous)<br/>120 fine...(5x previous)<br/><br/>So forth. This works in all instances - a Medium creature without improved gluttony can devour 1 medium, 2 small, 6 tiny, and so forth.<br/><br/>This does two things - encourages vore a bit more, and ensures that Improved gluttony is still a WONDERFUL feat...but not required for predators to be effective.<br/>This SHOULD favor PCs far more than NPCs. Going to see how this works, and if it seems to be an unfitting change, it is likely going to be reworked.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Sherani, Lilium, Ureck&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>An inconspicuous figure somewhere in the crowd watching the fight...<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;">Ulinar could not have asked for anything more - his mission was already complete. Find out the trio's most prominient abilities...<br/><br/>The shifter - a thuggish brute of a fighter. Apparantly, someone quick to anger. Despite that, the smaller alley-cat had nearly managed to make the tigress into nothing more than a lump in her tiny little belly - so not very effective of a fighter at all. <br/><br/>The collie - apparantly, scared to fight. He'd been flanking the combat the entire time, never really stepping forwards to do his part. Still, he was a very good shot with that crossbow - but that crossbow would not help him in close quarters.<br/><br/>The fox - she was a spellcaster, that much was for certain. Given she'd managed to down the big tiger, a decent one. Yet, she was backpeddaling from a flailing orc - obviously, she relied on her spells just a bit TOO much.<br/><br/>How these three had managed to fend off the attack on the Singing Donkey, he'd never know. He was tempted to jump into the fray right now - a few quick slices of his blades and a few quick gulps, and they'd not have to worry about them any more. That was not his mission, though - and no doubt, despite being rid of a problem, Lesik would be positivly furious that he'd not followed directions to a fault.<br/><br/>The thought was intruiging though...<br/><br/>How his mouth watered watching the trio fight. The beautiful, lucious form of the fox as she released her magical spells. Her body looked so perfect, so mouthwateringly delicious....how he'd love to feel her frantic struggles as she slid down his throat.<br/><br/>The collie - he looked to be a sly one, but would that help him after he was surrounded by a shifting mass of flesh, muscle, and acid? The taste of his fur, the feeling of his body squirming frantically as he tried to escape...how badly he wanted to sample that flavor, taste the fear...<br/><br/>And the shifter. Oh, how she'd struggle. How she'd kick and claw to no avail, doing little more than bringing him pleasure. Her determined shouts would turn to cries of panic and pain...and eventually, silence as his body turned her into nothing more than nutrient-rich mush...<br/><br/>Ulinar whipes a furry hand across his salivating mouth, wiping a bit of escaped saliva from his lips. A soft, whining growl escaped his empty belly as he watched the fight...so easy to just jump in....<br/><br/>"Gah!" Ulinar mutters to himself, turning his back on the fight "Fool, going to make Lesik pissed at you. Or worse..Eruin." An unexpected shiver courses through the flind's body - he was a big guy. Skilled at what he did. That damn fox, though....<br/><br/>That fox scared him more than anything else on this world.<br/><br/>So smooth and so suave...but there was something...unnatural about him. Something that made the hair on Ulinar's neck stand straight up. The way he was so cool, so calculated..so precise...so deadly...<br/><br/>Shaking off the chills, Ulinar peers back at the battle one final time. Hungry...<br/><br/>Time to find a snack...woe to the unfortunate individual who was chosen...<br/><br/>Pulling his cloak more firmly about his body, Ulinar turns and dissappears fully into the crowd - a shadow in the daylight.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">@Ureck</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;">I will assume Ureck has held his action until the end of the round - which is right after Sherani. This will change his order in initiative, but still allow you to act this round, AND next round, more or less. Just, at the end of initiative</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">In Sherani's belly...(Warning : Digestion)</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;">Luck seemed to be stacked heavily against the poor rat girl. From the moment Sherani's hand clamped around her neck, to the fateful moment the tigress' jaws closed around her feet and she slid into the furnace-like depths of her partially-digested-breakfast-filled stomach, Lady luck seemed to have turned a blind eye.<br/><br/>Not only was this the first time Prendar had been in such a situation - it was also the most terrifying experience of her possibly greatly-shortened life. The fear of being picked out of a crowd as the one to be devoured, little more than a snack to be digested alive in some hungry predator's belly - it was why she'd made such powerful friends. Yet, those friends didn't seem to be helping her now...<br/><br/>Sherani can feel the fearful movements of the ratgirl inside of her turn into nothing short of sheer panic, her slender fingers scrabbling desperately at the tight ring of muscle preventing her from escaping back to the far-less deadly confines of the tigress' throat.<br/><br/>(Prendar's Escape artist - 1d20(2) + 13 = 15. Failure)<br/><br/>Yet, the ratling's frantic struggles yield no progress.<br/><br/>In short order, her frantic struggles have not only proved to be fruitless in allowing her escape - but have throughly drenched her in a thick mixture of digestive acids and already-digested sludge. The corrosive tickle that had - just moments before - been little more than a tingle, turns into a burn...and then, a fiery pain across her entire body, sending the frantic ratling into sheer panic.<br/><br/>"AH!! NO!! NONO!! LET ME GO!! PLEASE LET ME GO!!" Even over the heavy, happy groaning and gurgling of the shifter's distended middle, Prendar's voice rings loud and clear, thick with panic. Of course, it was not the first time the experienced predator in which she now resides has felt the frantic movements of terrified prey - and it would likely not be the last...<br/><br/>Sherani's stomach bulges just the slightest bit in odd directions as Prendar kicks and punches the inside of her groaning belly, yet no amount of kicking would allow her to break through the tough interior of those gastric walls, nor does it bring even the slightest amount of discomfort to her predator. In fact, her frantic actions only seem to further excite the slimy, acid-ridden walls of her pink-fleshed prison, which begins to push in on her from every angle, rippling and grinding across her helpless body.<br/><br/>The potent acids from the shifter's eagerly gurgling stomach set to work on the struggling, unlucky ratgirl, the natural processes of the tigress' body seemingly unconcerned with the fact this particular meal was still alive and kicking. A problem her full stomach seemed more than happy to solve.<br/><br/>The fiery sting of acids across the helpless ratling's body turns into needles of fire as those potent acids get to work on her nutrient-filled body, stripping the fur from her entire lower body in a matter of mere seconds. The trickling streams of acid leaking from the slimy, rippling walls of the shifter's belly flow across the frantically struggling rodent's shoulders and ears, burning the sensative flesh as she is slowly processed alive for the shifter's hungry body. Flesh begins to peel and burn beneath the corrosive onslaught,  mixing with the sludge of Sherani's half-digested breakfast...incidentally, exactly what Prendar was quickly becoming.<br/><br/>"Plleeeeaaaaasseeee!!" Prendar sobs frantically, desperate to escape - but, for the moment...it looked like the only way she'd be leaving Sherani's body, is down.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Inside Lilium's belly...(Warning : Digestion)</span><br/><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 gastric onslaught dies down in intensity, though the intense pain it brought does not ebb in the slightest. Adanoa's body felt like it was on fire, his nerves screaming as the powerful gastric juices of the slender little female kitsune strips him of fur and flesh, entirely unconcerned that he was still alive inside of her. In fact, that very fact seemed to bring his predator pleasure - knowing he was squirming as her body eagerly broke him down into nutrients.<br/><br/>Lilium's spell slowly begins to waver, losing it's power...but it was likely already too late for her unfortunate meal, already badly scalded by the intense, flesh-stripping power of her digestive acids. The tiger's fear begins to grow as he feels his strength ebbing, draw away by the soft, squeezing undulations of Lilium's eagerly (and loudly!) gurling belly, and the corrosive acids that nearly filled her stomach to the brim. Lilium's stomach bulges slightly as Adanoa manages to find the strength to kick one leg out, pushing his foot into the soft, fleshy interior of her stomach. Yet, it brings him no closer to freedom - and, instead, sends a pleasant little tingle through Lilium's growling little belly.<br/><br/>(Will save - 1d20(8) + 6 = 14. Failure. 1 round remaining)<br/><br/>As the magical energies of Lilium's spell begins to unravel, she is filled with a whole new sensation - squirming, living prey. Adanoa's muscles slowly begin to unlock, his hands instantly traveling across her insides in an effort to find the tightly-closed ring of muscle leading back up to her throat. Lilium's stomach twitches and jiggles as her prey jerks inside of her, trying to move his partially unresponsive limbs, in an effort to free himself, injure her - ANYTHING to get his badly-burned body out of her tight, unforgiving belly.<br/><br/>His claws scrape uselessly over her velvety soft interior, the incredible strength of her tight little tummy unaffected in the least by those sharp little natural daggers. Indeed, it adds a faint sensation of being stroked from the inside to the already nearly-orgasmic sensations of having living, nutrition-rich prey squirming in her stomach.<br/><br/>He'd seemed so cocksure and confident - but Lilium could quickly feel that confidence degrading into outright panic and fear.<br/>Even over the loud, gurgling sounds erupting around him, the helpless tiger could hear Lilium's pleasured moan, the tremble of her body around him as she digested him alive, stripping him of flesh and fur to feed her hungry body. The thought was infuriating - she was ENJOYING this! Enjoying his pain! Yet, that rage was overshadowed by a much more powerful emotion. Fear - fear that this experienced predator might just be powerful enough to turn him into nothing but nutrients. Powerful enough to utterly absorb every part of his body - muscle, bone, flesh...<br/><br/>He had to get out!<br/><br/>Adanoa fights desperately against the squeezing, churning walls of Lilium's tight belly, pushing his arms and legs (when they will respond) against her interior, dragging his acid-scalded flesh along the interior of her stomach as his confidence breaks entirely - and panic begins to kick in. Lilium is treated to the incredible sensation of his heavily-weakened hands and feet stroking across the interior of her clenching, grinding stomach, serving to do little more than provide her with an incredibly pleasurable inner-belly massage. <br/><br/>"RELEASE ME..." He calls, his voice tinged in panic - despite trying to sound just as fearsome as he'd looked "...NOW! I'M GOING TO RIP YOU OPEN, YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH!"<br/><br/>Another hiss of pain escapes his lips as Lilium's belly squeezes him tightly, rolling him helplessly inside her velvety soft interior - all the while, her acids stripping his flesh, turning it into a nutrient-rich mush that quickly begins to thicken the syrupy acid that fills her stomach.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>A loud, purring moan of predatory bliss escapes Nera's jaws as she feels Sherani's body sliding down her throat - she tasted so good. The faint, salty flavor of sweat. The tangy taste of blood. The utterly delicious taste of the shifter's flesh as it slide over her sandpapery tongue....even in her frenzy, Nera could enjoy that taste.<br/><br/>The taste of prey that would soon be sliding into her hungry stomach. Prey that would sate that annoying little pang of hunger her previous meal had not quite fulfilled. Prey that she could enjoy the squirms of as she was stripped of flesh, digested alive...<br/><br/>Nera's throat ripples visibly from the outside as she prepares to send this shifter into her eagerly growling stomach, one way or another...<br/><br/>Then, her throat locks up. The powerful grip of her hands, locked so firmly around Sherani's lower body, freeze in place - clamped firmly on the Shifter's body, but unable to adjust her grip against the shifter's powerful struggles.<br/><br/>(Hold person will save - 1d20(13) + 4 = 17. Failure)<br/><br/>Sherani feels the alleycat's body suddenly tense and freeze, those powerful, rippling throat muscles seeming to lock up around her entire body. It still left the shifter partially buried in a very hungry alleycat's body...but that was not going to prevent her from getting out....<br/><br/>Had Sherani managed to reach Nera's stomach, no amount of paralyzation would have saved her. However, Nera's throat was another story - Sherani's powerful legs flex, her knees practically right against Nera's shoulders. Then, a kick...!<br/><br/>And she slides up a full foot. Another kick - another foot. With that, she can get her arms outside of Nera's jaws, and with a loud, wet *SSRRRRLRLLLLLLLPPPPP!!* sound, Sherani pulls herself from the shifter's tight throat, coated in bile and posivitly DRENCHED in kitty-saliva, but alive.<br/><br/>(Sherani is automatically successful at escaping grapple - Nera is helpless)<br/><br/>Sherani is confronted with the blazing, angry eyes of a VERY pissed off alleycat, her meal having been denied not once...but twice!!<br/><br/>A deep, throaty growl of annoyance wells up in the feline's chest, her jaws opening wide again as she fights through the spell, reaching towards Sherani again - but so incredibly slowly. Her frenzy was strong...but it was like slow motion. Sherani feels Nera's hand once more grip her shoulder - though, this time, with all the ferocity of a butterfly landing. Nera's mind registers only one thing in her state - Sherani was food. Even if her body refused to work, Sherani was food, one way or another.<br/><br/>Of course, practically paralyzed, that was a hard wish to make happen.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>"RRrRMMMPHHH!!" Vrillik frantically slashes with his tiger-claw, his movement becoming much more panicked than precise. This damn fox was trying to eat him!<br/>And doing a very, very good job!<br/><br/>His voice muffled by Rak's throat - which already was rippling around him eagerly, trying desperately to get the armor-clad, feisty meal into his hungry gut - Vrillik can do little but shout muffled obscenities as the tenacious fox's jaws duck-walk over his shoulders, and down his middle.<br/><br/>"RRMPMHMAPMAH!!!!!" Comes the muffled voice of the blindly-slashing orc. Only by sheer luck does his blades manage to find the fur and flesh of the hungrily swallowing fox, cutting a shallow matching trio of thick red lines right across Rak's chest.<br/><br/>(Attack #1 - 1d20(17) + 10 (-4 grappling) = 23. Hit!)<br/>(Attack #2 - 1d20 (14) + 6 (-4 grappling) = 16. Miss!)<br/><br/>A hit! That HAD to drop this mangy vulpine...!!<br/>Yet, it didn't. Didn't even slow him down.<br/>It only now dawns on Vrillik - maybe he could have been concentrating on freedom, rather than dropping his stalwart opponent...<br/><br/>This time, the fox doesn't even yelp - instead, he growls. A deep, fearsome rumble that builds up in the fox's chest, vibrating around the frantically squirming orc.<br/><br/>Opening his jaws wide, Rak lunges forwards...<br/><br/>(Vore check - 1d20(14) + 8 = 22)<br/>(Vrillik Opposed - 1d20(13) + 10 = 23)<br/>(Rak uses 'Voracious' to swallow again...)<br/>(Vore check 1d20(16) + 8 = 24)<br/>(Vrillik Opposed - 1d20(12) + 10 = 22)<br/>(Vrillik is swallowed!)<br/><br/>...and clamps his jaws down tightly against the Orc's knees. Vrillik yelps in surprize as he feels his body suddenly yanked off the ground, and tilted up - powerful undulations of the fox's throat sending the surprized orc down into the vulpine's tight belly.<br/><br/>Lilium is assaulted with a warm, fuzzy feeling from her loving companion as he tilts his head back, swallowing hard - Vrillik's legs dissappearing like noodles into his wide-open maw. The thick bulge of his neckfur clearly outlines the shifting, squirming lower body of the trapped orc as it ripples over his lower half, pushing him effortlessly into the fox's furnace-like middle.<br/><br/>One final swallow, and the thick bulge in Rak's neckfur vanishes entirely, his stomach bloating and swelling with his newfound  prey. His stomach practically sags to the ground as the unfortunate orc slides into the fox's stomach fully, the tingle of acid already assaulting his green skin - a place where his heavy armor would mean absolutely nothing.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Mmmm...~</span>comes the euphoric voice of Lilium's companion inside of her mind<span style="font-style: italic">~.....by the gods, glad to get him down. He tasted amazing...~</span>Lilium could 'feel' the warm, fuzzy feeling coursing through the sated fox's mind. Despite his injuries, it seemed the nice, full belly had made him as happy as he could be.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Healing? Phhst. He barely touched me.~</span>Came the weak-sounding, but VERY determined voice<span style="font-style: italic">~Couldn't take me down if he wanted to...~</span>For all his bravado, it was clear he was hurt - but DEFINANTLY not down.<br/><br/>Licking his chops, he looks up at Lilium, practically grinning that oh-so-foxish smile his surprizingly emotional face somehow managed to muster.<br/><br/><br/>Adanoa -<span style="color: #FFBF00">35/79</span>(*) - AC 14 (4 natural, 4 dex, -4 from dex, Paralyzed) - Helpless, Digesting in Lilium's belly<br/>Prendar -<span style="color: #FF4000">13/36</span>(*) - AC 14 (+4 dex) - Digesting in Sherani's belly<br/>Vrillik -<span style="color: #00BF00">40/44</span>- AC 17 (6 armor, 1 dex) - Digesting in Rak's belly<br/>Gunter - Fled<br/>Nera -<span style="color: #FFBF00">34/69</span>(*) - AC 14 (4 armor, +4 dex, -4 from frenzy, Paralyzed) (Frenzy for 4 more rounds) - Helpless<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Ureck - HP<span style="color: #00BF00">49/50</span>- AC 18 (4 armor, 3 dex, +1 deflection)<br/>Sherani -<span style="color: #FFBF00">47/72</span>(<span style="color: #FFBF00">59/84</span>) - AC 17 (+1 armor, +6 con, +2 dex,-2 rage)<br/>Lilium -<span style="color: #FFBF00">28/36</span>- AC 17 ( +2 natural, +1 dex, +4 deflection)<br/>Rak -<span style="color: #FF4000">16/42</span>(*) - AC 17 (+3 dex, +4 deflection)