The Blackscale, large as it is, is thoroughly restrained within Synys's belly, even as it's size and struggles distort that organ's shaped into a great bulge that hampers Synys's movements. As the acids begin to sear and burn it's flesh, as Synys's muscles bind and contort him, all he can think to do is struggle against this ultimate humilation that a much smaller, female, furred mammal has inflicted upon it.<br/><br/>There is no place in the temple of Rahshaak that lies beyond death for<span style="font-style: italic">prey</span>.<br/><br/>"I am a Blackscale!" He roars. "I am the chosen of Rahshaak! I will rip my way from your belly and eat your entrails, mammal!!"<br/><br/>But his bluster and bravado do not avail him within the tiny universe of Synys's stomach, ruled by a very different Goddess than the half-devil-dragon-god Rahshaak he worships...<br/><br/>PS: I'm not sure if you're doing diplomacy (negotiate with me to be let out), bluff (tell me everything but I won't let you out), or intimidate... it sounds like intimidate, frankly... in these cases it'd be good to make the roll too..<br/><br/>Blackscale digestion damage 11