Wrenching himself back and forth within Atoli, Teran can acutely feel the previous tingling sensation on his exposed skin ever-so-slowly intensify into a distinctly painful burning.  What's worse, her stomach acids are beginning to work their way around and under his scales, resulting in an incredibly distracting itching feeling spreading across most of the length of his underbelly.  Ordinarily this would lead to Teran flipping over and over madly in an attempt to alleviate it, but as he currently is suffering from a rather extreme case of no personal room, he is forced to make do with whatever small movements he can manage.<br/><br/>As he begins to slowly extricate his arms from behind him, the gentle pats and the muffled snippits of her obvious pleasure only serve to motivate him further.  Whether he would admit or not, Teran had never coped well with others taking direct satisfaction at his misfortune, and this was about a direct example as one could ask for.  Twisting his body back and forth, he finally manages to regain use of his arms, although he's still forcibly curled up into a ball.  The increasingly loud gurgles, groans, and other noises hammer home the fact that his strength is going to fade past the point of no return, and fast, if he doesn't escape soon.<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;">Using Escape Artist again to attempt to get out, this time using an Action Point to add +5 to the roll, raising his total mod to +17.<br/><br/>Escape Artist (1d20 + 17): 20 + 17 = 37 -&gt; Rather significant success<br/><br/>0.0...Well, I guess EvilDM decided to finally cooperate with me, although I wish I hadn't used the point now...</div></div></div><br/>Working his hands quickly over the top of Atoli's stomach, which is complicated somewhat by Teran's upper body being approximately sideways, he locates the clenched ring of muscle that leads back up to her esophagus.  Although it doesn't yield much to his hands, Teran has an idea to allow him to put much more force on it in just a moment.  Pulling his arms back down, he begins to laboriously pull his body forward, causing it to effectively circle itself inside Atoli's stomach.  While it may have the added side effect of feeling very odd to Atoli herself, it has the primary effect of untangling Teran's lower body and forming what is effectively a spring shape out of his entire body, with his upper body at the top of her stomach and the rest circling downward.<br/><br/>Just as the burning begins to reach an unbearable level, Teran rams his hands upward while simultaneously pressing his lower body out and down.  Like a spring wound tight and suddenly released, his body tries to expand in every direction, and with nowhere to go but up, Teran eventually feels the extremely welcome stretch-clench of the sphincter giving way under the pressure before his arms slip into her throat, followed quickly by his head and shoulders.  Continuing to push down, Teran takes advantage of his effectively twelve-foot tall body as he forces his upper body further and further upwards.  The sensation has to be anything but pleasant for Atoli as his upper arms slip out of her mouth and lever it open for his head and shoulders to follow; all told, it takes only a few seconds for close to half of his total length to come surging out.  Covered in a plethora of various juices and gastric fluids as well as sporting what appears to be a rather severe sunburn over patches of his upper body and face, Teran's expression could best be described as murderous, with all traces of levity completely absent as he continues to methodically work at extracting more of his body from Atoli's digestive system.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Teran stats:<br/>HP: 14/24, AC: 19 (+3 armor, +5 Dex, +1 natural)<br/>Touch AC: 15, Flatfooted AC: 19 (Uncanny Dodge)<br/>Stomach HP: 8, AC: 16<br/>Occupants: Yunni, Dalin (technically)