((**EDIT** Update Posted!))<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Calia&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>((Sherakim's grapple attempt to escape 1d20(13) + 15 = Not enough. He remains in her stomach.))<br/><br/>(Auto digest damage - 1d6(4) + 7 = 11)<br/><br/><br/>The mighty, plated warrior seems to have met his match. Despite his increasingly-frantic attempts to claw his way back up Calia's throat, the only thing he really manages to accomplish is working more of her powerful digestive acids into the nooks and crannies of his platemail armor. A soft hiss of pain escapes his lips as those very same acids actually begin to start breaking him down while he was still alive. Already, he was badly burned by the powerful acids. He could practically feel his strength starting to drain away as, little by little, Calia's stomach did exactly what it was meant to do with the delicious little meal within. Turn him into nurishment for her body.<br/><br/>The Wild-elf in her grip swallows nervously when the Sherakim's arm slides of Calia's lips...only to once more be downed by the Half-giantess. How she hoped and prayed her far skinnier body would not be making the same journey.<br/><br/>"...P-please. I don't really know anything else. I sw-swear...if you let me go, you will NEVER see me again. I-i-i can find another line of work. Go b-back to Port Berstin. Something. Ple-please....don't eat me. I swear, i know nothing else..." She trembles in the Half-giant's grip, her eyes locked on the bulging belly that had her struggling partner contained within. The deep gurgles and growls as her belly set to work breaking him down into something far more manageable for her body, and far easier to process.<br/><br/>"I swear." She says again, biting her lower lip.<br/><br/>((In her panic-infused state, it is likely that she knows more, just it is not registering. She does not appear to be lying, though, and Calia will likely be able to get some more out of her, if the right questions are asked))<br/><br/><br/>Calia<span style="color: #00BF00">16,000 + 200</span>(Extract information) =<span style="color: #00BF00">16,200</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Lilium, Spike, Undol&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>A soft, painful little moan escapes Lilium's belly as her stomach continues to do exactly what it was meant to do - break down anything and everything put inside of it, turning it into little more than a nutrient-rich mush that her body could far more easily absorb.<br/><br/>The tiefling was in a state of near desperation, panic flooding her as she fought desperately against the magics that kept her muscle tense and locked, the magic that didn't even allow her to fight against her current predicament. She could feel her strength being sapped, feel the powerful muscles of Lilium's innards squeezing around her, feel those powerful acids starting to break her defenseless little body down bit by bit. Digesting Undol had seemed fun - being digested herself had never even crossed her mind. Now....it was just a little bit too late.<br/><br/>A slight bulge appears in Lilium's tummy as the tiefling tries to push her foot against the slimy, slick interior of Lilium's belly. Unfortunantly, that does little more than further pleasure the incredibly efficient predator. The fast-paced, rythmic thumping of Lilium's heart and the soft churns and gurgles of her stomach as it continued to work those powerful digestive acids down against the flesh of her helpless victim are the only things the tiefling has to look forwards to in her rapidly-shortening lifespan.<br/><br/>The taunts and teases Lilium tosses at the helpless tiefling only further increase her desperation, her thrashing becoming a bit more wild...though definantly a great deal weaker "Ahhh....it...buuuurnsss!!!! Please....please!! I'll give you anything. My money. My weapons. ANYTHING. L...let me out! I don't want to be food! I don't want to...go like this...!!" She whimpers, scratching pleadingly at Lilium's cardiac sphincter. Of course, it does not exactly open right up for her, and her only real response to that course of action is another soft gurgle around her, and the gentle rolling of Lilium's belly, turning her into nothing more than a meal.<br/><br/>Then, finally...she seemed to strike a chord!! Information!! Desperately clasping at straws, she presses both of her hands against the inside of Lilium's tummy, her tail wiggling wildly over the inside of that fleshy, tight sac - an output for the pain coursing through her body as those powerful acids continued their work "INFORMATION!! YES!! I'll tell you anything!! J-just stoppp!! D-don't digest me!! I swear, i'll tell you EVERYTHING!" Judging by the utter terror and desperation in her voice, there was very, very little chance she even had an opportunity - or a want - to fabricate a lie at this point.<br/><br/>"Why are we here?! I...We were all- aahh...oohh....! Buuuurnnsss...." She hisses, trying to compose herself. The pain, though...was quite difficult to overcome "R-raid!! Lesik, he wanted to cap...capture....a few. K-Kitsune, he said. I t-th-think he was meaning you. A s-shifter, a...neko...Ohhh....p-please, let me out. I'll tell you everything!!"<br/><br/><br/><br/>((Grapple check to avoid Spike's damage - i rolled so pitifully low, there is no reason to even put it here. XD 1 and 2 consecutivly.))<br/><br/>Spike's hands clamp around the Leopard's throat, who coughs and sputters pitifully. The overwhelming wounds were starting to definantly hamper his ability to fight back. Even so, he tries, placing one hand against the Orc's face in a valiant effort to push him away. He bends Spike's head back painfully, but in doing so...opens up his ribs to Spike's well-placed assault.<br/><br/>The first rabbit-punch connect solidly with fur, flesh and bone, right beneath the armpit. The Leopard utters a strangled little gasp, his claws scrabbling at Spike's face in an effort to scratch his eyes out. The scrabbling claws leaving tiny, red lines in the orc's flesh, but the damage is only superficial. His increasingly-frantic attempts to get Spike off of him only serve to leave those vulnerable ribs open.<br/><br/>One more punch to the ribs - Spike can feel two of them give way, this time, a vicious little 'Sssnnrick!' sounding in it's wake - and the Leopard utters a final, strangled little gasp...before going limp in the orc's arms, overcome by his numerous wounds, and the severe pain coursing through his body. He was not dead, not yet...but was bleeding heavily, and would be quite soon. Perhaps alot sooner than bleeding, as Spike takes out his dagger...likely preparing to cut the unfortunate predator open to save the cook. If he was still alive.<br/><br/><br/>((Undol! Yes, it is fine to reply in the same turn. Talking is a free action. Just use judgement, so you don't spout a book in the course of 6 seconds. Then again, i am *INCREDIBLY* guilty about that, myself....and as such, i'm also incredibly relaxed on those very same rules. :3 ))<br/><br/>Mirana was strangely facinated by the bulge in Lilium's tummy, the soft, pleading words coming from within. Had it been under slightly better circimstances, she might have been incredibly interested just to know what it felt like, having a living meal squirming in your tummy. No doubt, it would feel gorgeous. For a few long seconds, she just stares at Lilium's belly, the faint squirms and wiggles coming from within. During that time, her rush of adrenaline fades entirely...and the realisation of the tramatic event finally begins to dawn on her. Reaching up, she places a finger against her neck where the blade had been, feeling the tiny bit of wetness upon her tan skin. Pulling back the finger, she stares at it. Her own blood. Just a tiny trickle, but one little push by the Tiefling, and that blade would have skewered her. She'd be dead.<br/><br/>She tears her gaze away from Lilium's stomach when Spike tells her to leave, her gaze falling on the orc as he pulls out his dagger. She covers her mouth in a soft gasp, knowing full-well what was about to happen. Something that she definantly did not want to be around to see. She quickly darts out the doorway - almost stepping on Undol in the process. In the other room, it was a mess. A gnoll lay twitching at the far end of the bar, blood pooling beneath him. The Shifter was badly injured, and had a squirming, screaming stomach. Even the Collie had taken a nasty stab to the leg.<br/><br/>The young girl was simply unable to take it. Whilst she did not just break down into tears, she collapses on the floor right where she is, squirms her back up against the bar, and holds her knees in her arms, clutching them tightly against her chest in the little ball she'd become. She bites her lower lip, staring at Undol just a few feet away from her...and shivers "Undol...? Are you okay...? Please say yes...she didn't hurt you, did she...?" The girl was definantly not making alot of sense - likely just trying to talk to keep her mind off of the events that had been taking place.<br/><br/>For now, at least...everyone seemed to be safe.<br/><br/>Well, except for the Leopard.<br/><br/>Rak dances back and forth excitedly at Lilium's comment - shrinking down the one that lost? Oooohhh, how incredibly pleasant that sounded! His voice, soft but excited, pops back into her head<span style="font-style: italic">"Grrf! OOO!!! LEOPARD IS DOWN!!! YESsssssssss.....wait...WAIT! Awwww...nooo! Noooo! Stupid orc is going to cut him open!! NO! It's gonna ruin it! Make it all messy! Noooo...nonono...no!!"</span>Rak's lips pull back into a slight little snarl, and he dances a little bit closer to the Orc and Leopard...before nipping his teeth down into the Leopard's shoulder, trying to pull him away from the Orc before the monk could slice him open.<br/><br/>((DC 16 strength check to keep Rak from dragging the Leopard right out from under you, Spike. ))<br/><br/>Undol<span style="color: #00BF00">16,000 + 100</span>(Save Mirana)<span style="color: #00BF00"> 16,100</span><br/>Lilium<span style="color: #00BF00">16,000 + 100</span>(Save Mirana)<span style="color: #00BF00">16,100</span><br/>Spike<span style="color: #00BF00">16,100 + 100</span>(Save Mirana)<span style="color: #00BF00">16,100</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Sherani and Ureck&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>The Coyote's screams of rage turn into little more than muffled whimpers of pain as Sherani's stomach begins to break her down at an alarming rate. Though Sherani can feel her sharp little claws scrabbling weakly at the insides of her stomach, there is simply not enough force behind them to break through, or even cause more than a tiny bit of discomfort to the tigress who'd made a meal of her. A few times, it felt far more like a tickle than anything else.<br/><br/>"You...you fu....bit...bitch....i'll...kill you...i'm not...prey..." Sheera's voice, barely audible, calls from inside of Sherani. Of course, the Tigress' stomach had a little something to say about that.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*Gglllrrrble!*</span><br/><br/>To further add to to the Coyote's anger, a few dribbles of liquid plop onto her head, the sweetish scent of a healing potion temporarily overpowering the scent of acid in Sherani's belly.<br/><br/>"Oh...you...bitch..." She whispers one last time, before sinking into unconciousness. She was little more than food, now, to sate the hungry Tigress. And what a wonderful meal she'd turn out to be.<br/><br/>((After 4-8 hours of digestion, Sherani has gained a new Nutrion. 1 time/day, she can increase the check needed to get out of her stomach by 2. This functions only on prey that are inside of her at the time of it's activation. It is a free action, and does not provoke attacks of opportunity.))<br/><br/>Ureck<span style="color: #00BF00">16,000 + 200</span>(Great expansion story) =<span style="color: #00BF00">16,200</span><br/>Sherani<span style="color: #00BF00">16,000 + 50</span>(Nice portrayel of Instinct over Intuition.)<span style="color: #00BF00">16,050</span><br/><br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>((Initiative is offically over. Calia is still consider to be 'in it', but for everyone else, the fight is over. As it seems like the Sherakim is having a great deal of...bad luck...in his attempts to get out, it is likely over in her court, too.<img alt=";)" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/>Feel free to act as normal, now.<br/><br/>Wild Elf -<span style="color: #00FF00"> 48/48</span>AC 17<br/>Sherakim - HP<span style="color: #FF4000"> 25/61</span>AC 20 (Digesting)<br/><br/>Tiefling - HP<span style="color: #FF0000">9/48</span>AC 14 - immobilized,helpless(Digesting)<br/>Leopardfolk -<span style="color: #BF0000">Dead</span><br/><br/>Bolag -<span style="color: #BF0000">Dead</span><br/>Sheera - (Likely)<span style="color: #BF0000">Dead</span><br/>Keenze -<span style="color: #FF4000">Fled</span><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Ureck -<span style="color: #00BF00"> 43/50</span><br/>Sherani -<span style="color: #008000">51/68 </span><span style="color: #008000">63/80</span>(Rage)<br/>Undol -<span style="color: #00FF00">20/20</span><br/>Spike -<span style="color: #00FF00">36/36</span><br/>Lilium -<span style="color: #00FF00">31/31</span><br/>Calia -<span style="color: #FF4000">37/54</span><br/><br/><br/><br/>((Additional EXP rewards for combat completeion, good roleplaying, and so forth will be coming up when all things are said and done!! =D Good job, folks. ))