OOC: For my own part,  I am changing up my own character a bit. He's sticking with the bard class, though taking on a more aggressive archetype/ feats to go with it. Should be more effective combat, while maintaining his assorted set of skills.<br/>He still possesses the ability to cast cure spells of course, and as such can easily make use of a wand outside of combat to help in patching up those who may need it. Unfortunately he will no longer be able to provide bonuses to hit and such as he had before, though this may be fore the best, as no longer will you have to keep tabs on what/when a bardic song is active and how it may affect your individual characters.<br/><br/>OOC: I'm also ready to proceed with the story whenever you all are, I'd assume we can say we spent the night resting/looting ect and not actually play that out.<br/><br/>I would also like to deliver that spear to the other lizardfolk as we promised, unless one of you would rather keep , and has a good use for it of course.<br/><br/>Digestion, body/soul related<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;">Much like before Xarces feels his body softening, feels the crushing pressure of the muscled stomach bearing down on him. Squeezing his body, breaking and snapping his bones as he winces in pained, agonizing pleasure. The feeling of being steadily broken down, melted within the belly of this shadowy woman was immensely enjoyable to the bard. Though something about it continued to be different, for the shadowy flesh of her belly, the thick viscous digestive juices that seemed to seep into his very soul, all of it was quite different from the experience within the priestess he had moments before. <br/><br/>The sounds of digestion play out all around him, gurgling groans of gastric juices squeezed through shifting folds of muscle, the sound of his flesh slipping from his bone, to slosh about within the rising pool of melting meat. As, within his body he feels Oblatione slipping further into his intestines, feels their villi lined walls rubbing against her mushy form, taking her into his body, absorbing her into his being, just as he is prepared to do the same into her sibling. <br/><br/>The powerful acids and enzymes make short work of his flesh, as soon Xarces can see shattered bone protruding from every joint, feels his wings twist and break, as the compression of her stomach mashes in on him. Undoing him, reduced to a nutrient rich paste, a digestive stew, which in turn allows Oblatwo's belly to round out nicely no longer held up by the restrictive form of the bard. Oddly Xarces remains conscious, or at least is aware of the goings on around what used to be him. Expecting to be sucked down into the intestines at any moment, he is surprised to hear the moaning of Oblatione once more, their bodies being mixed fully together. Even the sounds of Oblatwo join in, moaning on the spiritual level as Xarces feels their essences rushing into him. Feels the stomach twisting the three together, mixing and churning them both body and soul into a single entity. Oblatwo's essence being fed into the mush her stomach had created by the walls of her belly, dripping in like acidic smoke to mix and mingle in a coupling experience unlike anything the bard could ever imagine. <br/><br/>Their moans echo and play off each, bringing pleasure the likes he could only dream. Their souls dancing and intertwine together. Each voice sounding off in turn, reverberating within their partners psyche,  experiencing different yet shared pleasures. Yet as smoke billows from Oblatwo's form, conceals her once more, their moans become one, their body becomes one, their soul, and mind, and pleasure becoming one. Xarces, instead of being absorbed into Oblatwo, or perhaps because of being absorbed into her...awakens once more. His Flesh smoky, black and glistening as it slowly takes on it's familiar form, eyes dark as coal would flicker to life, dulled cyan shinning through the smoke which escapes his heavily dilated pupils. Dark clothing materializing upon his body, as a pair of wicked looking serrated blades, with steel dark as night, shimmer, interlaced between the base of his wings. Reaching back to grasp their hilts, a moan resounds within his mind, one, and then another (oblatione...and oblatwo...) he immediately realizes, as he takes up each sabre in independent hands. The consciousnesses of the shadowy women call out, rejoicing from his touch,  whispering softly to him on the edge of consciousness. With a satisfied smile he sheathes these new  familiar weapons. His muscles already knowing how to wield them, his body possessed of greater strength and martial skill, gifted with an even greater understanding of motion.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/>Striding forward from the smoke, forever changed by his experience, Xarces looks on to his companions, having little knowledge of the recent discussion/goings on. "Well....that was interesting...I trust your all ok?" he asks politely realizing they may have been waiting on him. "I do apologize if I have kept you all waiting...shall we proceed?"  he finishes motioning casually towards the exit.