((Whew. Sorry for the time it took to get this update up. XD Been a bit sick lately. Either way - here it is! For those of you who have yet to get a PM reguarding information your character will know concerning the events, expect it within the next couple of days. :3 Trying to get all things in order! ))<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Lilium&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Even as the powerful churning of Lilium's belly begins to settle to little more than a gentle, almost soothing massage, and her powerful stomach acids cease their vicious assault on the tiefling, she lets out another pained little hiss. She hurt all over - the acid had already done it's work incredibly well. The fact it was no longer burning her with such eagerness was only a minor comfort.<br/><br/>She utters a terrified little whimper as she - all too clearly - hears Lilium's heartbeat begin to speed up once more. Excited and eager - just like it had been mere moments before when she'd been swallowed, and that powerful stomach had begun to digest her "Y-y-yes...." She whimpers, trying to bite back tears "Lesik has the machine...b-but he doesn't quite know how it works, yet."<br/><br/>"The barmaid? I d-don't know..." She admits, swallowing desperately. The taste of the acid was in her mouth, but she didn't care - she was far more worried about the fact she didn't have all the information Lilium wanted "...He just seemed ver-very eager to get her. Someone, i think, paid alot...or, or...i don't know! She seemed to be his near-top pri-priority..." The tiefling shifts slightly inside of Lilium's belly, her mind desperately trying to drown out the very soft gurgle of her interior, as well as the few, less-pleasant squishy-sounds that sprung up around her now and then "The Fox?"<br/><br/>"The f-foxes name is Grev. He was with Lesik a long time before i joined up. Grev is Lesik's second in command - even over Heyea, his mate. H-he is y-young...inexperienced...but brutal and cunning. He-he will eat someone at Lesik's whim..." It certainly didn't seem like an accurate description of the surprizingly polite fox, but then again, it could have all very well been an incredibly well acted deception.<br/><br/>At the mention of the the meeting place and henchmen....she breaks down into something akin to sobs "I d-don't knoooowww!! He was supposed to be here to lead us!! He c-changes locations every day. Sometimes, does not even stay in town!!He..he...is set up in a cavern system to the south-west...n-n-near a settlement called Allen's Rock. Where the artifact was found! Numbers? Um...um....i...well, there are nineteen in his band!! Um...including us. He hired some mercs recently, though! The...the...Blue stars, i think. And has had thoughts about the Hand of Avis!"<br/><br/>She whimpers softly, clutching her knees up against her breasts in the tight, hot, softly-sloshing interior of Lilium's belly "L..let me out...please...?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Calia&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>((Auto-digest damage 1d6(5)+ 6 = 11))<br/><br/>The sherakim's struggles begin to noticably weaken, Calia's bulging stomach doing quite the exceptional job of holding the struggling orc-like creature inside. The growling, churning sounds within her bulging belly grow louder and louder as the Sherakim's powerful struggles turn into more of a panic-induced fight for his life. He growls loudly, and begins to punch his fist against the inside of Calia's stomach, but his attacks do little more than create the odd bulge in her flesh, and cause the odd squishing sound when his hand connects with the slimy walls of her belly.<br/><br/><br/>((Attack roll 1....auto-fail. XD Poor Sherakim, i've been rolling terrible for him. :3 ))<br/><br/>The Wild elf could practically rear Calia's mind. Could see that she was having a very hard time deciding just what, exactly, to do with her. Whilst her own moral choices were a bit...lacking...she could only hope and pray that Half-giant's were a little more in her own favor.<br/><br/>Biting her lower back, she bites back her fear, trying to resist the urge to try and herk herself out of this efficient predator's grip. No doubt, THAT mistake would prove fatal "H-h-he..." She swallows hard, trying to calm her quavering voice "Never told me many details. Just that he had plans for them. The f-f-fox, i think, would bring a nice price on the market. Someone had paid him an exhorbant sum for the Nekojin...and...i d-don't know about the others! I swear i don't!! I don't even know if i am right about those two - i can only guess!! He never told me! Please...just..." She peers down the strange bulges the Sherakim's fists make in Calia's belly. He'd been totally helpless. He was growing weaker - that much she could see. Oh gods, she had no intentions or wishes to join him. Looking pleadingly back up into Calia's eyes, she bites her trembling lower lip - and waits. There was little else she could do. At least now.<br/><br/>"Calia?" Vincent asks softly, staying a small step away from her...but still holding the chair at the ready "...Need me to get you some attention on those arrows...?" He motions with a nod of his head to the two shafts sticking from her shoulder and chest.<br/><br/><br/>Sherakim -<span style="color: #FF0000"> HP 2/6</span>1  AC 20<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Undol, Ureck&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Mirana seems to calm down at least the slightest bit after Undol does not shy away from her little kiss. It was reassuring to her - knowing he was still there. Whilst she often threatened - quite playfully - to eat him, one thing he did know was just how attached to him she was.<br/><br/>Her ears, which had once been drooping, perk back up the slightest bit when Undol taps her on the nose, the tip of her tail even going so far as to start flicking a little bit more contently "Does it? Awww, i'm sorry. Can always make that tickle a little bit more fun..." she whispers, opening her mouth just the slightest bit, giving him a look past her lucious little lips. Her white little teeth, the cute little pink expanse of her tongue, and the inky blackness of her throat waiting beyond. Judging by the slight tremble in her voice, it was just another way to take her mind off the events that had just transpired - playing.<br/><br/>Her ears perk the slightest bit when Ureck moves the table over to cover the body that lay on the floor - trying to protect her, she knew. Suddenly, she felt awful. Undol had just had a tramatic experience, nearly devoured alive. The shifter looked badly wounded. From what she'd seen of the half-giantess, she was full...but also injured. Even the Collie - dark, but at least friendly to her - had been injured, judging by the way he was limping.<br/><br/>And here she was, feeling sorry for herself.<br/><br/>Undol's suggestion causes her to nod her head, getting to her feet with a little bit of effort. Her legs were still shaking, but at the very least she could stand "Y-yea...let's...um...let's go do that, hmm?" She whispers, straightening her skirt...then creeping slowly closer to Sherani and Ureck. Her body freezes when she sees the brutal little smile on the shifter's face, and she instantly recoils in fear when the tigress turns, and begins to walk towards her. Then...right past her.<br/><br/>Mirana lets loose a soft breath of relief "S...scarey..." She whispers to Undol, shaking her head. With Sherani gone, that only leaves Ureck. Taking great care to stay away from the table that had been pulled in front of the Gnoll's corpse, she steps forwards, stopping just a bit in front of Ureck.<br/><br/>"Thank you..." She whispers, looking at the table that half-covered the corpse. While it did little to prevent the pool of blood from spreading, at the very least it covered up most of the body behind it. Without so much as another word, she kneels down on the floor in front of him, and leans in close, looking at the stab-wound on his leg "What do you think, Undol?" There was not alot to see. A thin blade through leggings didn't leave a massive hole behind to look thought. There was just the stain of blood - though, at least, the tiny hole was far enough away from an artery to prevent danger.<br/><br/>((Will send you some information concerning what you know about Lesik in a PM, Ureck))<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Sherani&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>A haze of rage that had fallen over Sherani's features would have terrified the tiefling, had she been able to see her. However, as it was...well, she was already in enough of a predicament as it was.<br/><br/>Lilium's belly sloshes softly when Sherani shakes it, a terrified little squeak coming from within "W...What?! I...Lesik Kidnapped her! He...he had help...! The...the Gorvax tribe...aided...s-said as long as they g-g-get Miranitsti" The name struck a chord - it was Sherani's mother " Then...then Shrorgrest would have to slacken off of his watch, and..." She breaks down into whimpers, unsure what was going on outside - but having a feeling it was going to make keeping her life a great deal more difficult. Another cord was struck - Shrorgrest was her father.<br/><br/>Sherani knew of the Gorvax tribe. Whilst not knowing them personally, the stories were numerous. A group of wolven lycans and half-lycans like herself, whom roamed the area around the Falteen forest. They were a plague, preying on anyone foolish enough to travel the roads without an escort. Not only were they a plague, but they were strong. Their tactics were near-perfect, closing in on the strongest opponents first to the exclusion of all others...taking them down...then moving on to the next. Whilst not individually powerful, in numbers they made up for it in spades. Their small tribe numbered less than forty, but exact numbers were uncertain. The Gorvax were directly opposed by another group of wolven and foxen shifters - far smaller, numbering less than twenty...but the individuals were great in combat. The Hevex tribe. Sherani had shared at least a few peaceful relations with them - most were quite charming, and having fun seemed to be their top priority.<br/><br/>Rak's fur instantly raises when Sherani comes in and puts her hands on Lilium's stomach. Quick as a flash, the sizable fox slips around the chopping counter, and slides up right beside Lilium to stand, almost protectively. The way that his teeth were bared, and his hackles raised...he did not like someone walking in and laying hands on his master.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Spike&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Spike begins going through the disgusting process of cutting the Leopardfolk open. However, that process is about the only way he'd be getting the cook out now. He takes great care, slicing through the fur and hide, then a bit deeper easily cutting into the stomach. A small flood of digestive acids covers the floor from the incision, but it does not deter the humble orc, who reaches his hands into the grime, grabs the unmoving figure of the cook...and drags him out.<br/><br/>He was in a bad shape. The majority of his fur had been burned off, and his flesh was badly acid-marked. Just from the looks of him...it seems like the poor cook had expired. A quick check of his pulse confirms it - the cook has already passed on, and is beyond even healing magics. At the very least, the orc had tried.