<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Calia&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>The Wild Elf continues to make not even the slightest attempt to fight back - it would likely be useless anyways. She'd already seen what Calia's prowess had done to the Sherakim, no doubt that prowess would do the exact same to her.<br/><br/>Her large, fearful eyes look down at the bulge in Calia's middle, her ears more than easily picking up the growls and gurgles as her stomach continues to break down her living meal.<br/><br/>"I...I.." she stutters, her eyes growing even wider with fear as the Half-giantess lifts her up off the ground, bringing her face to face with the one who'd devoured her partner. Calia's attempt at intimidating had definantly worked. She could feel the shivers of fear running through the young elf's body, her voice stuttered in near speechlessness.<br/><br/>"W...what...? Why are w-we after you? I...I was only p-p-picked up recently, in Port B-berstin to the east. I d-don't know the details." She swallows hard, trying desperately to compose herself so she could tell this half-giantess what she wanted to know more efficiently - and not risk angering her further.<br/><br/>"We are here...under Lesik's command. H-he is...a wolf. Was in here earlier. F-from what i understand, Drevik, your old master...is quite displeased at t-the loss of one of his more valued f-f-fighters." Again, she swallows, both of her hands coming up to wrap around Calia's wrist. Still, she makes not even the slightest attempt to struggle free, knowing it would likely just end with disaster.<br/><br/>"Put a pr-price out on your head. You are known well enough t-to stand out in a crowd. L-Lesik wants to collect that pr-price. It is substantial enough t-t-to draw his interest. The Blue Stars.."<br/><br/>Calia would recognise the name as one of the two groups of mercenaries that have been hounding her. The other, the Hand of Avis, was the more deadly of the two...though the Blue stars had more in number, and seemed to find her so much easier "...w-were hired by him to h-h-help...and he offered you, as well. P-pay for helping him, and in the p-p-process, capturing you...it was s-s-something few wanted to turn down. W-we just could not risk attacking a p-p-place like this openly, so...we planned..." Her voice breaks down into a strangled sob.<br/><br/><br/>Calia's belly growls angrily - or, more notably, the Sherakim within it does. Somehow, he manages to find his footing, bracing his feet against the shifting, rolling insides of Calia's body....and pushes. Despite his slickened armor, Calia felt the distinct feeling of two hands punching through the tight sphincter of muscle that lead to her stomach...<br/><br/>And the Sherakim forcing his way up into her throat.<br/><br/><br/>((Escape attempt - 1d20(15) + 15 = 30 DC 28 = Passed))<br/><br/>With a mighty push, the Sherakim's armored hands push through and into Calia's throat, his hands bracing themselves against the inside of her esphagus as he uses every ounce of his strength to begin to brace-climb his way upwards along the inside of her throat, fighting against the powerful tug of her throat muscles.<br/><br/>((Grapple check 1d20(7) + 15 = 22))<br/>((Sherakim is in Calia's throat. She may reswallow him if she beats his opposed roll of 22))<br/>((Given she can swallow twice, in case she does not make the first one, making the second for conveience))<br/>((Grapple check 1d20(19) + 15 = 34))<br/><br/>Vincent stands by, his chair at the ready...but, given Calia seems to have control of the Elf, he never swings "You okay, dear?" He says to Calia, looking at her injured shoulder as she holds the Elf.<br/><br/>((Also! Given a round is six seconds, it is going to take 2 rounds (Until Calia's next action), to say all the information that was said! ^_^ So...yar!<img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/>))