{{No worries Lerkur. R/l work comes first; post when its convenient for you.}}<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">&lt;&lt;Nurkisi's Tent&gt;&gt;</span></span></span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">*Hurk!*</span><br/>Nurkisi's face contorts.<br/>"...!"<br/>The foxtaur's innards have had enough of this abuse. Against her strongest wishes, they mutiny and decide on their own to expel the offending object. Wu has only a second to read his master's body language and get out of the way before--<span style="font-style: italic">*Bluarggh!*</span>--a miserable-looking Geno is spewed back into the outside world along with a good quantity of acid.<br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">[Geno is freed; Nurkisi is sickened for 1 round]</span><br/>Now both the floor and the ceiling are sizzling.<br/><br/>"Eeeuhh...." groans the taur, positively<span style="font-weight: bold">livid</span>that this jerk has made such a mess of what was meant to be an enjoyable evening meal.<br/>Her eyes flash with the promise of unyeilding violence, signaling that plan C is: send Geno down in at least five seperate bloody pieces.<span style="font-style: italic">"Let's see him struggle THEN!"</span><br/>Yet it is also clear that she is not in such good shape as when this began. The cumulative pain of electric blasts, acid burns, slashes to her torso and now grievous internal bleeding has finally caught up with her.<br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">[Nurkisi's status: **]</span><br/><br/><br/>Wu is shocked--he's never seen his master have this much difficulty with a prey--but he's not<span style="font-style: italic">so</span>surprised that he fails to react: with a<a class="postlink" href="http://www.d20srd.org/srd/feats.htm#quickDraw">flick of his wrist</a>the human produces a<a class="postlink" href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/06/Gunners_stiletto_01.jpg">stiletto</a>from his sleeve and lunges at the troublesome dragon.<br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">*[Wu dagger attack: 1d20(5)+6+4(dex)+2(flank)+1(dagger focus) = 18; miss]<br/>*[Wu dagger attack: 1d20(13)+1+4(dex)+2(flank)+1(dagger focus) = 21; miss]</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">*clang**clang*</span></span>Twice he thrusts at Geno's heart, twice the thin spike bounces off of the rear of Geno's breastplate.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">[Nurkisi takes a -1 to armor class because her lower plate has been removed and a -4 for being prone]</span><br/>Nurkisi doesn't waste any time getting up. Still lying on her back, she immediately kicks her acid-drenched prey with her hindclaws to disable him before he goes anywhere.<br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">*[Nurkisi claw: 1d20(20) = hit--<span style="font-weight: bold">threaten critical</span>. Confirm critical: 1d20(7)+21-4(prone)-2(sickened) = 22, no critical; <span style="font-weight: bold">13 slashing damage</span>]</span><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*KAPOW*</span>Geno is kicked right in the face; his vision fills with flashing stars.<br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">*[Nurkisi claw: 1d20(11)+21-4(prone)-2(sickened) = 26; hit; <span style="font-weight: bold">16 slashing damage</span>]<br/>*[Nurkisi bite: 1d20(3)+16-4(prone)-2(sickened) = 13; miss]</span><br/>The second hindclaw rakes across his midsection.<br/><br/><br/><br/>[Geno HP: -15/84 (dead<img alt=":zombie:" src="./images/smilies/zombie.gif" title="Zombie"/>)] [Rage HP(6 rounds remaining): 1/100]<br/>How the Borygan hero remains alive after taking so much punishment is a mystery. He is now literally running on nothing but pure adrenaline and determination.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">&lt;&lt;Town Square&gt;&gt;</span></span></span><br/>The sight of a megaraptor chomping down an unsuspecting girl draws surprisingly little attention; such things are downright routine in Armel. The few who watch it with any interest are those who are into that kind of thing (such as a male lizardfolk with facial piercings who cracks a wide, gap-toothed smile at the sight), and those who are wary that the rogue dino might go for them next (such as a lone, cloaked female who was standing only ten paces from Sashi).<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">[Rihyan DC 20 Intimidate: pass]<br/>[50% chance of trouble: 1d100(69) = no]</span><br/>Rihyan's dive, on the other hand, draws immediate alarm out of everyone present on the street. Even without knowing who he is or whose side he's on, people quickly guess from his speed and girth that he's looking to execute the dreaded "dive, grab, gulp, and fly-away" maneuver that has been the end of many unwary souls. Hands move to weapons, wands, and other protective measures...but only in self-defense. No one wants to provoke him and single themself out as a target.<span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">[dozens of readied actions are made against Rihyan with the condition "if he attacks me"]</span><br/><br/><br/>The alabaster fox darts into the breach created by Rihyan.<br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">[25% chance of trouble: 1d100(18) = yes]</span><br/>While most of the bystanders have spread out, one barrel-chested and thick-necked felinefok (who Kahmori recognizes from a past misadventure) has decided to stand his ground in the middle of the road, seemingly undaunted by the centaur. He is about to shout a challenge at Rihyan, when suddenly he sees a blur of white dashing towards him. He immediately recognizes it as<span style="font-style: italic">'that bloody kitsune...'</span>.<br/><br/>"You!" he says. "Where you goin'?" He doesn't know what the fox is doing exactly, but that doesn't matter.<span style="font-style: italic">"If he's running like that, he must be up to something."</span><br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">[feline thug tries to clothes-pin Kahmori as he runs past (AoO), but fails because Kahmori's tumble result (even after applying -4 from carrying Lin) negates the AoO]</span><br/>Kahmori gracefully slips past him and continues on. The feline glares after him, but doesn't immediately follow.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;for those who continue on past the crowd(everyone, I assume):&gt;</span><br/>The scent trail continues up a dirt road that winds between two rows of tents. After a round of travel, a tent is spotted with recent structural damage: the canvas is discolored and smoking as though recently scorched by a bolt of lightning (the tent across the road is also scorched, suggesting it was a horizontal bolt) and there is an expanding, sizzling hole in the roof. Chrrou and Kahmori detect that Geno's scent trail terminates here, mixed in among odors of ozone, blood and vitriol.<br/><br/><br/>The damaged tent is the middle of a group of three adjacent tents.<br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">[Knowledge(nobility) DC:20 to identify the symbol emblazoned over the entrance of each]</span><br/>A plate-armored male foxtaur with a green pelt is standing outside of the left-hand tent, a lance resting against his shoulder. He has the bored, glazed-eyes look of a tired sentry.<br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">[Hisal spot: 1d20(9)+13 -2(bored) = 20, success]</span><br/>That is, until he happens to look south and notices...some kind of wingless dragon? rapidly approaching, along with a man-pegasus, a flying girl and--following below them--a two headed creature?...no, a kitsune carrying someone...<br/><br/>"...?...!?!?" he double-takes, eyes widening. He doesn't realize that this strange crew is looking for Nurkisi's victim, but he knows potential trouble when he sees it.<br/>He climbs to his feet, then bares his fangs and flips his lance down to point at Chrrou and the others as a visual warning not to try anything.<br/><br/>{{If your character decides to take a combative action, assume a starting distance of 40 ft and roll initiative along with your action.}}<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">&lt;&lt;Jolly Barbazu suite&gt;&gt;</span></span></span><br/>"Very good choice, m'lady." responds the ghostly butler. It floats over to a wall cabinet to withdraw two crystal vials, then moves over to the bath to pour a bit of each in. Within moments, the steaming water takes on a subtle floral aroma like a breeze blowing off of a spring meadow.<br/><br/>"Shall these be washed?" asks the servant of the cast-off clothing.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Eagerly obliging Auralia's invitation, Jess settles in at the foot for her chair. She first rests her fingertips lightly on the ivory dome, feeling the immense heat radiating from within. Then she places her ear to the belly and, for a moment, just rests like this, swaying with the rhythm of the angel's breathing, her own eyes nearly closed in peaceful worship as she listens to the noises within. Then with slow, thoughtful strokes she begins to knead the great belly. Whatever discomfort Auralia might have been enduring up to this point is soon flooded away by waves of indescribably satsifying pleasure--this huskygal really knows what she is doing (in fact, it's a professional psychometabolic massage that Soma taught to her).<br/><br/>Unbeknown to Auralia, this experience is making Jess incredibly ravenous. Foolish thoughts enter her mind which take her considerable effort to suppress. The allure of a beautiful, barely clad...<span style="font-style: italic">stuffed</span>angel lying right here in front of her...it's tying her empty belly into pretzel knots. The only reason the growling of Jess's stomach isn't obvious is because it is far quieter than the churning of angel's.<br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">[(optional) Listen or Sense Motive DC:15 for Auralia to notice]</span>