<blockquote><div><cite>sansuki wrote:</cite>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361897">Fighting</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">2#1d6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">2</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">6</span> Yasha does not get extra-gurgled, and the autogurgle does not touch her toughness.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361903">Spirit (recovery from Shaken</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+1d6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">11</span> (7,4); Yasha recovers from Shaken, but cannot further act this round!]]<br/><br/>It's only when the marten flops onto her stomach that Yasha snaps out of her brief spike of terror, calming her aimless thrashing and buying her a little time to think about her predicament in more reasoned terms. She's still soaked with mild acids, and the air is rapidly getting fouler, but she didn't feel the itching or burning she was told was a telltale of imminent digestion. That meant she had a bit more time than her initial panicked reaction- but that she couldn't afford to waste any more time setting up an escape unless she wanted to make the marten's prediction come true!</div></blockquote><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;"><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/365598">autogurgle</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">3</span><br/>Then on her attempt to digest Yasha she gets an ace! Plus... <a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/365600">Stomach attack on Yasha(ace!)</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">5</span><br/>for a total of <span style="font-weight: bold">13</span>. Yasha's player rolls to resist via chat: (( !1d6: 1 Total: 1 )) fighting, (( !1d6: 5 Total: 5 )) wild ))<br/><br/>Ouch! That little marten seems to specialize in digesting squirrels. Let's see what the damage looks like: <a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/365611">stomach damage on Yasha</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">3d6+1d4</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">12</span> That comes within one point of dealing two wounds without even causing an ace, yikes! If Yasha had failed to recover from shaking, and the damage had been 1 higher, she might be squirrel soup!</div></div></div><br/><br/>The little marten girl (very slender and athletic-figured before and looking quite comically awkward with a lumpy ball of saliva-soaked squirrel pirate inside her) yelps in panic in response to Sevana's dramatic display and dives to the ground, putting her paws over her eyes. Unfortunately she lands right on top of Yasha in the process and mashes her hard against both sides of the stomach... which was hungry enough that it didn't care about the threat any bats or their blasters might pose and went right on gurgling like a ferocious tiger around Yasha. Redtail had had the misfortune to encounter the gullets of a few hungry predators in her day and the skill and courage to escape every time. But as it turned out, a hungry, outnumbered, cornered little rodent girl (whose species had a natural love for making a meal of squirrel-folk) was more of a threat than many big, swaggering enforcers she'd been up against in the past. The bruisers often gulped her down with hardly a squeeze, forgetting about her till she regained her poise and escaped mere seconds later. But another slender, nimble little predator was much harder to endure and escape from.<br/><br/>She blushed and bit her lip, eyes almost rolling back as she struggled to stand back up. "Oooff... oh... darn it... I realize you may not be in the mood to listen but don't you kinda feel like you should give me and miss squirrel some privacy here? I feel we're havin' a little bit of an intimate moment... *URP*" She tried to stifle some air loosened up by Redtail curling up and calming down, but failed. "Now I don't want any holes in me but I'm sure she doesn't either! So why don't you just stay where y'are, and I'll walk over there to the edge of the treeline, and hork her up then? Little prisoner exchange for myself, you know?" Without thinking about how it would look, she reached down and gave Yasha's curled up form a hard, squeezing rub with her right hand.