Most rush the priestess, intent on prying their fairy barbarian out before she is, as the priestess says, reduced to fuel to help batter the rest into submission. Turilia, though, either can't or won't. She has the tattooed lady firmly in her grasp, her instincts are raging almost without any effective control remaining, and she can feel her body shifting more than it should as the seductive, pleasant influence of the magic starts to break through her shields. Of course she wants to stay still. Of course it's perfectly natural that she just... sit down, and let her legs and arms start to wither away- slowly yet, but surely. Food is in her mouth, and that's natural too for her to want it inside her (though that is perhaps the wolf and not the spell talking). Ignoring the pleasure-gving spasms as her muscles start to shift and bunch, she begins feeding the mage who'd charred her party into her lengthened snout. She tastes heavenly, with spice and fire and that vaguest hint of something else under the surface tastes of the flesh all combining to spur her on. She's tired, though. She can feel the magic working her over sap her will to stay awake, and though time starts to feel oddly disjointed the woman's chest is still in her mouth with head in throat. It's time she needs to get her down. And Kaheksa knows that well. Without warning, Turilia feels a pair of lanky arms wrap around her chest from behind, both plunging under clothes to seek out furred flesh- "Let me take some of your burdens," the half-elf hisses in Turilia's ear. Heat blossoms where her hands rest just over her stomach, and with it added strength seeps into the lupine woman's heart; Kaheksa rests her head on Turilia's shoulder, and the magus can feel her mind move in alongside her own. As Albali had before, she too resists the temptation to let the other woman into her being; the healing remains just that, and nothing more intimate as the illusionist feebly twitches inside Turilia's maw.<br/><br/>But that- as important as it may feel- is a sideshow to the attempt to put down the priestess. Albali moves in, letting her hair down and out; before the surprised priestess can react, she's bound around the neck with living tendrils of hair. "That's-" she splutters, turning to face her unexpected harasser and opening her back to an onslaught from behind. Xarithe and Gorun dart in, shredding her dress and skin with eagle's talons and landing a punch squarely on the priestess's spine. She staggers, surprised but<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>quite stunned; her hide is damnably tough as both find. Still, any rejoinder she might give out is forestalled as a pinkish ray lances from Eiyre, passes between eagle and bull, and beans the swollen priestess on the back of the neck. Her stomach makes a glorping noise entirely distinct from digestive sounds, and she clamps one hand over her mouth in surprise before spitting, "Very WELL. If I need some PRIVACY to finish this meal, so be it-" and then the stone floor rumbles. Shooting up between her and the pack at her heels, the tiles and stone flow like living things before settling into... a box. Thick, solid, and covering her on all sides and atop in a stone cocoon to keep her protected. There is one hole for air and because she couldn't quite cut the hair off with so simple a spell; though now Albali has the only window into the priestess as she turns and grins. "Care to join your friend? I can block up this hole and they can pound on the walls until you're both mush."<br/><br/>Inside the priestess, though, Ambrosia's situation holds some minor promise. In her scrabbling, she can't get out, but the priestess isn't nearly as strong as she'd been when she was whole (though likely she was near to where the fairy was now). The tightness of her stomach holds her in place more than strength does, though- Ambrosia just can't seem to get enough purchase and leverage to haul herself into the woman's throat, let alone out into what would become an extremely cramped room with her devourer. Instead, in response to her struggles, the stomach folds clench all around her at once and drool fresh steaming acids over every inch of her body. They burn even Ambrosia, and she can tell if she didn't have preternaturally tough skin they'd be able to churn her into soup in seconds. As that thought passes her mind, a sudden wave of serenity and pleasure tries to come on its heels; the fairy is treated to the mental image of herself melting and shrinking, growing the priestess and increasing her power. The thought isn't from her own mind, though, and despite the potence of it Ambrosia manages to keep her own head about her... for now.<br/><br/>[[Actions!<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;">Xarithe lands another burning talon for minor damage.<br/>Turilia takes 8 nonlethal, 1 dex, 1 con damage, and speed is reduced to 20'. Mage is partly swallowed. <br/>Eiyre casts ray of sickening. Touch attack hits. Eiyre rolls a 15+4=19 against spell resistance, passes. Priestess rolls 5+6=11 on the save and is Sickened. <br/>Ambrosia attempts to escape (have to get out before you can reverse the grapple); 15 fails.<br/>Albali moves to H-21 and attempts to grapple. Grapple check succeeds; nothing else to be done this turn, next turn you can try to do damage, pin (basically a better version of grappled), swallow, etc.<br/>Ain Approves <br/>Gorun moves in to K21 and throws down a stunning fist. Fort save succeeds, but damage is dealt. As before, Gorun senses some damage resistance here.<br/>Kaheksa moves in on Turilia and heals; Turilia regains 12 HP. Will save; 18, Turilia avoids blissing out on hugs.<br/>Priestess attempts to cast a spell; DC 21 to avoid AOOs, and DC 20 to be able to cast while grappled. First roll is 8+15=23, second is 20+15=35. Priestess casts Stone Shape (15 ft^3 of stone); shapes it into a square shell 2 inches thick around her with a ceiling 6 feet high, just enough room to entomb herself. The impromptu wall has Hardness 8 and 30 HP. There's a square foot hole facing Albali that the hair's going through. Priestess maintains the grapple with Ambrosia with a 19, passing despite the sickened penalties. Ambrosia takes 6 bludgeoning damage and 7 acid damage (reduced by resistance to 2) . 8 Total damage taken, DC (5+damage=13) will save: Ambrosia rolls a 22, no further 'damage'!</div></div></div><br/>Init<br/>All PCs, Kaheksa<span style="font-style: italic">Currently Up</span><br/>Priestess<br/><br/>Status:<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;">Xarithe is an eagle. 27/35 HP<br/>Ambrosia is Weakened (-6 Strength) and swallowed by the priestess. 36/45 HP<br/>Gorun's still fine.<br/>Albali is 15/20 HP and grappling the priestess.<br/>Ain is 3/10 HP<br/>Eiyre is 15/31 HP<br/>Turilia is 27/31 HP (Grappling Magi, 'Excruciating' Deformation, Doggy, partially swallowed magi, 20' speed, 8 nonlethal damage)<br/>Priestess is damaged, grappled, and mostly shielded with a stone cocoon.<br/>Magi is greased up, partially swallowed, and unconscious.</div></div></div><br/>Map:<a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/sInWQiJ.png">http://i.imgur.com/sInWQiJ.png</a>]]