@Sansuki… I don’t think there’s any need to grapple since she’s hold-person’d… so if you’d like to use that roll to go straight to the swallowing, that’s fine…<br/><br/>@Anime_Chaos… normally, the narrative is informed by the decisions of the players, and modified by your rolls and mine. So usually a one would always fail. However, since you were kinda screwed pver (by me) on the metalevel, let’s use on of those good undead-bookkeeping rolls from earlier for this<img alt=";-)" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Linda/Mace-wielder</span>- attack Linda, hit, 2 damage<br/><br/>“Aaah!” Cries the pretty brunette macewielder, as Linda’s tail wraps tight around her, ignoring the weak blow she’s able to land, crushing her steel-plated skirt into her shapely thighs. One of her pigtails catches in Linda’s coils, and the shifting of them yanks her head back, exposing the smooth vulnerability of her throat. A whimper escapes her, as the tightening of crushes breath from her sexy body, whilst Linda’s tum gurgles its eager anger...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Synys, Nervous Swordwielder</span>- attack Synys, misses<br/><br/>“Uweh-weh-weh,” the swordswoman whimpers, slashing ineffectually at Synys, as the battle turns hard against her more experienced comrades. “But I’m only an Initiate of the Claw,” she wails, chest jiggling with her distress, practically bouncing out of it...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Dusk’s/Scythe-and-chainwielder</span>- attack Dusk, misses,<span style="font-weight: bold">Laryn</span>- attack Dusk’s stomach, hit, 3 damage.<br/><br/>Digestion and foreshadowing of scat.<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;">Within Dusk’s tum, Laryn’s increasingly desperate and futile struggles continue, kicking and pounding helplessly against the walls of Dusk’s stomach, only spurring it to greater and more powerful acts of digestion. It crushes in on her brutally, squeezing her breasts and hips more roughly than any lover, bathing her in the most potent acids it can… and it’s working. Already her fine red cheongsam has been reduced to a ragged ruin, and the her milky smooth skin it exposed is raw and red, pitted with sores that ooze acids deeper into her flesh. Her hair is nothing but a knotted, tangled mass that’ll bind together the shit she’ll probably become, and the foetid air burns her lungs with its acrid stink. The body that’d been the delight of so many lovers, and the death of an incautious few, is now nothing but catchow, all its seductive beauty rendered meaningless, appreciated only - albeit very  much - as a meal.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Dusk’s claws rake the pretty scythewielder across her bare thighs, in the gap between her short armored skirt and her stockingtops, leaving ragged wounds that’ll scar ugly, if the woman is lucky enough to survive. Dusk’s teeth tear easily through the fabric of the armor to bite the woman’s shoulders, and the weight of her soon-to-be-ex-comrade helps the panther pin her to the ground, keeping her in place as a future snack or a tasty little ‘gift’ for Dusk’s foxy rescuer.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Axe-wielding-guard/Alizome</span>- hold person’d… unable to act or even speak as Alizome prepares to devour her…<br/><br/>The enlarged Alizome looms over the tall, but lean, axe-wielding blond, casually seizing her ornate (but mundane) weapon from her unresisting hands and tossing it away. “Surrender, and there’s a chance you won’t<span style="font-style: italic">all</span>be digested alive,” Alizome says. “Clear?” The blonde’s eyes flicker, as the oversized elf casually hefts her, but the binding holds her tongue as much as her actions, and all she can manage is a faint moan as she’s hoisted - one large hand against her waist, the other sliding up her bare hip - towards the elf’s opening mouth...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Aethon/Short swordwielder (round three action)</span>- wriggles to escape, rolled 3, result fail!<br/><br/>Aethon trots around behind the swordwielding woman, and snatches her lightweight form right off the ground. “So, Miss,” Jules says, “have you met my friend here? He’s big and occasionally hungry.” The woman’s eyes narrow, and her mouth curls into a sneering snarl.<br/><br/>“I’m not some big-titted bimbo who you can easily snag,” she snaps, as her limber form wriggles and writhes to escape, “being little has its advantages.”<br/><br/>But all she achieves is to squirm halfway out of her kimono, revealing her slim, but perfectly formed breasts, and the thick nest of hair around her nethers. For all her slight build, she’s far from being the youngest and least experienced of your attackers. “Enjoying the show,” she snaps - but this time, there’s a hint of fear in it...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Status</span><br/>Current Round: Three<br/>Acted Third Round - Short-swordwielder<br/>Short-swordwielder [ambusher-three]: 12 HP lost, Grappled by Aethon<br/>Regular swordwielder: 4 HP lost<br/>Scythe-and-Chainwielder: Grappled by Dura<br/>Mace-wielding guard [guard-one]: Grappled by Linda<br/>Axe-wielding guard: Hold-person’d by Aethon for 5 rounds, Grappled by Alizome<br/>Laryn [ambusher-one]: Negative HP… digested by Dusk (though this will probably be RP’d for another few posts, if Synys wishes).<br/>Dusk: 8 HP lost, 2 Stomach HP lost<br/>Jules: 10 HP lost<br/>Linda: 7 HP lost<br/>Bloody Skeleton: Undamaged, ready to fight; Tubz Undamaged, ready to fight!<br/>Armoured Skeletons: Destroyed.<br/>Dura: 48 HP lost (ouch!) - teleported away to lick her wounds without her prize or her meal...