<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;">[[ Post may be a little all over the place as I try to Wrap up a few loose ends, namely taking care of the last remaining human who is still alive and sleeping. I had Xarithe mention for someone to take care of him in my last post, though I do not recall anyone doing so.  As I believe Albali's hex only lasts a short number of turns, I don't want to see him spring to life and attack during the groups chatter XD ]]</div></div></div><br/><br/>Standing before the Kitsune Xarithe smiles "Miria, it shall be then." he speaks before meeting Gorun head on. Curious to see how the bull headed one would respond Xarithe watches his movements closely. Half expecting him to go right for the defenseless woman, as he had blindly tried to do throughout the entire battle. Though when he instead agrees to her surrender Xarithe nods respectfully in turn. The bull's warning however would be dismissed easily enough,  Xarithe does not seem the least bit intimidated by the imposing figure of Gorun. (I've stood by Janice's side in opposition of entire populations......)he thinks proudly as his actions in battle would have surely pleased his previous mistress. Masking such thoughts Xarithe simply states "Naturally, if her intentions are truly to make efforts to harm us, then by all means...." he agrees with a nod.<br/><br/>His eyes dart to the remaining human slumbering on the floor, wondering why his allies saw fit to ignore him...... for all their concern about the kitsune, they left the clawed man to slumber soundly. Why it would not take much effort at all for him to awaken and end the life of the one whom had put him to sleep in the first place. His eyes falling to Albali once more as she carelessly consumes the halfling mere inches from the slumbering threat...with her back turned towards him no less. Gorun, and Eiyre do not seem any the wiser as they all gather next to the man, a man Xarithe knew to be dangerous based on the amount of damage a similar human had inflicted upon his serpentine ally.<br/><br/>The wounded man beginning to stir keeps the focus of the druid as he is pained to only be able to enjoy the sight of Ambrosia feeding out of the corner of his eye. Albali finished her healing duties, stepping towards forward to speak her mind, whilst still keeping a blind eye to the slumbering threat behind her. Xarithe's eyes would noticeably be distracted, though he does his best to maintain eye contact with the witch as she speaks. He has to but in on her however as she muddles the truth of the matter "My apologies dear Albali...perhaps you misunderstood me..." he pauses putting emphasis on his next spoken work "<span style="font-weight: bold"> I </span>have made an agreement with miss Miria for her surrender. I do not presume to speak for any of you, and should you chose to appose me and my decision then so be it." he finishes making clear what he had said just moments before.<br/><br/>When Albali has finished Xarithe immediately speaks "I could easily stay behind with her yes....though without Sira and myself the groups combat abilities would certainly be hindered. I have a couple ideas in relation to that problem, but let us not be getting ahead of ourselves.......While I admit to thinking with my prick, as you so eloquently put it.......let it be known that I do not let it blind me." he scowls walking swiftly towards Albali and Gorun to briskly brush past them, his scythe drawn and in hand. "I believe I pointed out this threat in my previous statement." he speaks slashing down into the chest of the awakening human. Catching the curved blade beneath his ribs as he hoists his weakened body into the air. "Though Albali's ability to put others to sleep is potent.... it is not a permanent solution....we should be mindful in the future to remember this, and take note of whom is deceased, and whom is asleep. For it would have been unfortunate where this one to awaken while Albali had been enjoying that halfling....would it not?" he asks making eye contact with the witch. "Despite what any of you might think, I have your well beings in mind and have been surveying the battle field this entire time. I couldn't help but notice this overlooked human, and kept my eye on him in case he where to awaken and make a move."  Without another word Xarithe's fanged maw opens wide as he shovels the man's head unceremoniously into his gullet. Though Xarithe would prefer a meal he could savor and enjoy, this was not one worthy of such treatment. The mere image of the man brought back painful memories of the damage inflicted upon the holy body of Sira.  Swallowing hard, Xarithe's scaled flesh stretches just like a snake's,  enabling the bulky male swift passage into the druid's hungry and neglected stomach. It only takes Xarithe several audible gulps to have the man sealed away inside his belly, his lips clasping behind toes which would never again see the light of day. With a soft pat to his now bulging tum Xarithe grins allowing his scaled flesh to return to normal, his transformation to fade.<br/><br/>Taking a brief detour, Xarithe brushes his hand over the belly of Eiyre "So adorable." he adds with a giggle and a smile. His steps bringing him over to Ambrosia, whom had just finished her own elven meal. As the druid's belly grumbles and gurgles, his powerful stomach muscles eagerly assailing the meaty meal within, Xarithe draws his wand to see to healing her beautiful body. "You needn't say a word." he whispers gently caressing her belly as he tends to her wound.<br/><br/>With all that out of the way he returns to take his place beside the kitsune. "Now then, Miria dear...perhaps you could fill us in on some information about your cult, or in particular the situation involving the children, as there are those among my group who surely would like to know."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Xarithe<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;">Nomming the last living human<br/><br/>Healing Ambrosia with 2 charges of his wand.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/156185">cure light wounds wand</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+1</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">5</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/156186">cure light wounds wand</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+1</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">8</span></div></div></div>