<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Alizome (Sansuki): Perception DC26 <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;">Though it looks like Alizome is using her hands to pull herself up via Prinne's roots, she doesn't put any actual weight or stress onto the other woman's lower appendages- that would be rude. Instead, she appears to be... groping the roots, very lightly. And somehow she seems to have a decent though not perfect idea of what areas are a bit more sensitive than others.</div></div></div></div></blockquote><br/>{Elanna Perception 1d20 (20) + enough, success}: Elanna smiled and stroked her distended tum. The elf-girl's lingering gaze at Elanna's full belly, her soft smile as she'd listened to Xarces digesting within it, her obscene whispered comment that<span style="font-style: italic">she'd</span>taste better even than<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>incredible flavor, and when she hadn't slurped her up on the spot, the elf had proceeded to immediately, though subtly, grope the plant-predators tentacles, to the thing's shivering pleasure or irritation... either one probably making the elf's eventual digestion more likely. She did look very pretty – except now, Elanna couldn't help thinking of it as<span style="font-style: italic">tasty</span>.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Alizome (Sansuki): "I strongly suggest that you tell us everything you know," she chimes in, "Or my house will be extremely upset that a party under their protection was subjected to such dangers and-" she gestures at Elanna, "losses, without explanation." </div></blockquote><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Prinne (Ria) "Well then. Speak, speak!" She encouraged. </div></blockquote><br/>“I-” the adept stammers, clearly considering clamming up now that she's back in the bosom protection of her house's militia. Then her eyes slide over to Prinne's innocent smile on her powerful, betentacles form. “I don't know,” she sighs, sagging. “We were told to get food, in case of problems. I'd... heard rumors, about things like this. And accidents are known to occur, if the Adept isn't careful with the swallow or the spittake. I'm an Adept, a harnesser. I'm used to dealing with recalcitrant elements, not... whatever this is.” She shrugs, helplessly, and seems to realise she maybe hasn't provided enough information for safety. Even her fellow house members are hanging on her words – it seems this is somewhat close-held, even within Orien. “They found it in Xendrik,” she blurts, “and no-one knows what arcana or prayer the giants harnessed to make it work. We're just children, pushing shapes through the holes that match. For myself...” the adept laughs, brutally, “I always doubted it worked the way the<span style="font-style: italic">giants</span>wanted, either. That's why I'm here. Zolanberg's a backwater, as far as teleportation is concerned – and now my friends are dead,” she wails, sliding down the wall to sit, sobbing, on the floor. One of her House Orien colleagues crosses the floor to her, enfolding her in a gentle hug.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Jules (Bright) "Do you suppose you could throw Xarces back up?" He asked nicely towards Elanna. "I am sure there are other things for you to eat." </div></blockquote><br/>The human's words jerked Elanna out of her reverie. “Right,” she murmurs softly, caressing her full belly. “Right.”<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Aethon (Jermayan):  "If I may ask, what are your intentions towards him? You've now experienced what you set out to, and from the look of things, House Orien was intending to provide something to sate your hunger anyway. There is also the matter of where you intent to go from here; as I said earlier, what's happened now is something that you will have to live with for a rather long time. </div></blockquote><br/>“I don't ever want to forget this feeling,” Elanna says. “It feels so right it<span style="font-style: italic">can't</span>be wrong. It's perfect,” she half-moans. “But I'll have to live with it. I-” her look suddenly turns mulish. “He<span style="font-style: italic">wanted</span>to be eaten.”<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Xarces – from Elanna's stomach: "There really is no rush, I'm fine in here for the moment. I admit her stomach muscles are amazingly strong, though all in all I find it quite cozy really. It's Elanna's call, if she would rather carry me with her onto said train, I am quite all right with whatever she decides...." </div></blockquote><br/>“He doesn't even mind being<span style="font-style: italic">digested</span>,” Elanna continues. I don't want to hurt people – I'll only eat those who want to be eaten. Or those who deserve it,” she says, shooting the trembling Adept a nasty, hungry look.<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Aethon (Jermayan): Even if you were to have me or another party remove whatever effect was placed upon you, which I am willing to do, the memories and feeling of what you just did will always be there." </div></blockquote><br/>“I don't want you to do that,” she continues. “I want to stay as I am. Think the things I'm thinking, feel the things I'm feeling... to change that... it'd be a little like dying, I think. Besides,” she sighs softly, “Robert<span style="font-style: italic">likes</span>hungry girls with full breasts. I knew that going in. It's why he took me to Droaam. I don't think he knew I knew. I don't think he<span style="font-style: italic">expected</span>... she trails off, glancing around at what's happened. “Your friend,” she rubs her tum again, “is very special to me. My first meal, and all too willing too. Would it be wrong for me to put him on my breasts, where my husband and I will both enjoy him?” She sighs. “Maybe. Probably. But it hardly matters anyway. My<span style="font-style: italic">instincts</span>helped me swallow him. I wouldn't even know<span style="font-style: italic">how</span>to go about throwing him up, since it doesn't seem like he can escape on his own.” {She could be wrong about this}. “Maybe one of you could teach me?”{Requires Knowledge (nature) DC18}. “Or you could just reach down my throat and rescue him,” she suggests, her mouth beginning to stretch wide. {This would require voluntarily going to the grappled-mouth stage, assuming Xarces reaches back up to you. Otherwise you'd have to go to the throat stage to reach him in the stomach. In either case 'escape' attempts could then be made for both Xarces and whoever leaned down her throat. She probably wouldn't lose control of herself and try to swallow you, unless she's lying through her teeth right now. Religion DC 14<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;">You can tell that whilst her encounter with the Devourer has certainly changed her, there's no sense of his evil still upon or within her</div></div></div>}. “In either case I'm not giving up a meal,” she continues, “so you might have to help feed me that,” she nods toward the bullock, “afterwards. Or,” she suggests, “you can do it first, and maybe your friend will be able to claw his way out over it, once my tummy's otherwise occupied. Or you can let nature take its course,” she continues, firmly rubbing her tum to caress the man within. “I don't think he or I would mind that,” she says. Slowly, her hand trails up from her belly, over the ripped ruins of her dress where Xarces' passed beneath. It slides to one petite breast, flashing nipple as she pushes the fabric aside, before its covered with her palm. “He'd be going to a wonderful place,” she says, moaning as she squeezes and her belly gurgles.<br/><br/>{Digest: CMB 1d20 (7) + 15 = 22, success, 1d6 (1) Acid – 5 (acid resist) = 0, 1d6 (4) + 5 (physical)  - 4 digest-resist = 5 damage, running total 11, Xarces HP = 40-11 = 29}<br/><br/>{at Xarces} Elanna's cooing and caressing is quite at odds with the ferocity of her hungry belly. Its acids slide harmlessly and ticklishly from your skin, but its churning it quite another matter, turning you this way and that as it pounds you. It knows, perhaps, that quashing you open like an overripe fruit is the only path whereby its acids will be able to finally enter and digest you, turning you into the nutrition Elanna's body sorely desires. Unless you escape or she relaxes, they'll be no languid, hours-long dissolving alive – you'll be unconscious in seconds, and digested in minutes. Yet somehow you can sense that, already filled, her belly is more relaxed, less deadly powerful than it was bare moments ago.