<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;">Brion Resist Grapple: 1d20(11) + 8 = 19; failed</div></div></div><br/><br/>Unaware of the fate that had fallen the rest of his squad, the large black wolf had all his anger and spite focused on Theron. Things were finally getting interesting in this job, he thought as he found the German shepherd’s grip stronger than he had anticipated. In nearly all the other raids he had done, no one had come as close to contesting his own ability as Theron had, most others easily subdued and just as easily digested. As nice as that was, however, the prospect of being able to go in a fight to the death with someone of similar skill just like in his younger years… it sent shivers up his spine. Now that he knew the dog was a serious customer, it was time he stepped up his own game as well.<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;">Brion Claw Attack vs. Theron: 1d20(20) + 8 – 4 = 24; hit, threaten critical<br/>Confirm Critical: 1d20(16) + 8 – 4 = 20; barely confirm (lucky fool…)<br/>Damage: (1d4(4) + 4) x 2 = 16</div></div></div><br/><br/>As the two canines grappled, Brion remained ever vigilant for the proper moment to strike. In his experience, he knew that ceaseless struggle rarely resulted in anything better than a face full of digestive fluids. Yet, with the right timing, even the most feeble of prey could escape, and even the strongest of predators could lose their touch…<br/><br/>His chance came in the span of a millisecond, a brief moment where the dog’s body grew vulnerable. Raising his arm up, the wolf delivered a slash with one large paw, directed spitefully to strike at the German shepherd’s neck. Either though precision or luck, Brion’s claws hit their mark with deadly effectiveness, rending the flesh beneath the dog’s fur as his hand swept by, despite magical enhancements. Four deep red marks were left alongside Theron’s neck before another four were drawn along the top of his chest. As the trickles of blood inevitably began to spread the wolf’s grin widened into a toothy smile. This was far from over…<br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite>“You’d better make me a heck of an offer, you delicious little morsel. You attacked THIS ship, not the other way around. Why should I let you go? Why not just digest that delicious little body of yours…”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Within the tight confines of Eruin’s stomach, the ratling was deeply aware of the approach of her doom, of the ever-present tingle that was only a prelude for what happened to those who slipped too far past the lupine’s jaws. It was because of it that the wolf’s words came as such a surprise to her. In the hot darkness pushing down around her, Estera almost didn’t hear the wolf’s taunts, her mind heavily clouded by fear, magic-produced and otherwise. However, he would feel the ratling’s struggles cease for just a moment , the touch of her soft body against his stomach lining pausing momentarily as his words sank in.<br/><br/>“A… a-an offer?” her squeaky little voice was barely audible over the sounds from within and around the wolf. “I… I could… do things for you! Whatever you want!” Estera had never been the sharpest out of the bunch, something she was often ridiculed for by the raiders behind her back. However, that deficiency was starting to reveal more than pride issues at stake, particularly when coupled with the mind-numbing panic that had taken over her mind, a panic that was quickly overriding the poise she had established.<br/><br/>“Just say it! I’ll do whatever you want! Do errands, be you slave, anything! Oh, I don’t wanna die in here! I’ll do anything, just let me out! LET ME OUT!”<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;">Estera Claw Attack vs. Eruin’s Stomach: 1d20(5) + 6 = 11; failed</div></div></div><br/><br/>Eruin would feel the moment she broke, her terror overriding any semblance of reason or stability that remained. At once, his engorged belly would begin to shift and contort violently, the various parts of her body pushing out visibly against the bulge.  Again, the tickle of her short little claws against his stomach lining would become apparent, although not nearly as dangerous as they had been before. Yet for all her struggling and wailing, she remained completely trapped in the wolf’s stomach, utterly at the whim of the predator that had claimed her.<br/><br/>Despite her utter state of panic, her conditions were hardly agonizing when compared with what her weasel companion had gotten himself into. From within the layers of flesh Rea had encased him in an excruciating wail could barely be heard. The pain that was coursing through his body was absolutely mind-bending, feeling as if he was being torn inside-out as the acids got to work on the exposed parts of his body. He could feel those powerful fluids sapping away at the life that remained within him, his vision growing blurry as they worked to dissolve him away into nothing. With a loud growl, the weasel mustered his energy for one last effort, wanting to escape his fate as being a part of the wolfess forever…<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;">Noel Escape Artist check: 1d20(5) + 10 = 15; failed</div></div></div><br/><br/>Unfortunately for Noel, Rea’s acids had already taken their toll on him. The contractions of the dire wolfess’s throat easily resisted the weasel’s attemps to squirm to safety, readily pushing him back into the relentless confines of her stomach. At once, the effects of a stomach designed for predatory inclinations immediately overtook his body again, leaving him unable to do much but cry out in agony, the last of his strength flowing to his lungs until they could cry no more…<br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/>Brion (Wolf): HP -<span style="color: #FF8000">21/44</span>- AC 20<br/>Tau (Human): HP -<span style="color: #00BF00">28/28</span>- AC 16<br/>Pryah (Tiger): HP -<span style="color: #00BF00">32/32 + 48 subdual</span>- AC 18 – Seeing stars<br/>Rutus (Gnoll): HP - Took a dive<br/>Estera (Ratling): HP -<span style="color: #008000">32/36 + 18 subdual</span>- AC 16 – In Eruin’s stomach<br/>Noel (Weasel): HP -<span style="color: #FF0000">4/35</span>- AC 18 – In Rea’s stomach<br/>Isarr (Cougar): HP -<span style="color: #008000">26/27</span>- AC 18<br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/>Theron: HP -<span style="color: #FF8000">39/70</span>- AC 17<br/>Eruin: HP -<span style="color: #008000">55/72</span>- AC 21<br/>Rea: HP -<span style="color: #00BF00">67/67</span>- AC 25<br/>Mirage: HP -<span style="color: #00BF00">45/45</span>- AC 21<br/>Alyssa: HP -<span style="color: #008000">34/49</span>- AC 19<br/>Grim: HP -<span style="color: #00BF00">24/24</span>- AC 20<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Edit:</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;">Now that I read this again... do you guys think it's better for me to break long posts into two parts like this? Or would you rather I just make one long one? I think dividing it up is a tad easier on the eyes. What do you guys think?</div></div></div>