<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;">Jeez, that EvilDM dice roller sure loves handing out natural twenties! That's the fifth one this combat! If that fleeing archer rolls ANOTHER natural 20 on her will save (one in 200 odds) I'm going to facepalm so hard I give myself a concussion.<br/><br/>Also, congrats to Kitts/Kahimori on the first ingestion of the campaign!</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Time seemed to slow as his mouth wrapped around Brador’s head, the force of the lupine’s feral rage ready to leave their mark. He could feel the cuts every one of his teeth made, the skin breaking, the flesh rending, the bone splintering. At the same time, he summoned forth the violent energies he had accumulated in the depths of his being, and soon the paralyzing burn of his glowing fangs surged into the human’s short form. Then, as his teeth finally came to a halt around his victim’s neck, the metallic tinge of blood mingled with the human’s other flavors, the warm liquid staining his neck and muzzle crimson red as the tingle of the kill caused him to shudder. With one last spiteful motion, he cast the warrior’s body aside, panting heavily as he watched it collapse into the dust.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Taking a sudden step back as Alexei lunged, Xali didn't even notice, at first, if her spell had taken effect or not. Surprised, she could only focus on the enigmatic wolf's spectacular display of martial skill... but then, there was the telltale crackle of electricity among his razor-sharp fangs, and Xali gasped as the true power of Alexei's bite became clear. The smell of burned flesh and ozone filled the air, and the greatsword-wielding human who had nearly cleaved her in half moments ago was laying unmoving in the dust, his last words a series of incomprehensible croaks.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Magic?!</span>she thought, incredulously. Alexei wore armor and carried a bow, yet he also had arcane skills? This she had not forseen in the slightest. Silently, she took a half-second to scold herself for not realizing it sooner. Surely there were signs that she had overlooked. Her throat was suddenly dry, and she swallowed uncomfortably.<br/><br/>Not wanting to let on how surprised she was, Xali regained her composure and quickly put her hand on her hip as she turned and gave Alexei a hurt expression. "Alexei!" she said, in a tone as if he'd just spilled wine on one of her best outfits. "You bit too hard! I wanted to eat that one!" She sighed with mock exasparation as she turned back... and saw that the brunette archer was beginning to flee. Her composure cracked once again; ever since she'd come back to the Southmourne, she'd found herself re-acquiring the coarse language that she thought she'd left behind years ago. "Oh<span style="font-style: italic">piss!</span>" she cries ineloquently, sprinting forward as she pulls something else out of her pouch. "If she gets away,<span style="font-style: italic">I'm</span>eating the blonde girl!"<br/><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;">Moving 30 feet towards Satrina.</div></div></div><br/><br/>As she hurried forward, Xali glanced at a tree that Satrina passed by as she fled. In the space of a few steps, she calculated... that tree was three times the height of one of the wagons... in her field of view, it was approximately two handspans... that meant that the distance was approximately...<br/><br/>Xali's intense green eyes narrowed. Yes! She was still in range! As she withdrew a small, straight piece of iron and pointed it forcefully at the fleeing woman, she cried the magic word for the Hold Person spell as loud as she could manage,  the second syllable coming out as a shrill yowl. "Iri-DUNXID!"<br/><br/>The iron rod vanished with a deep *CLANG*, like a brass gong. A slight ripple surged through the air towards Satrina, approaching far faster than she could hope to flee. It sought her out unerringly, and the archer found a sudden stiffness spreading rapidly through her limbs, seeking to freeze her as still as a sculpture.<br/><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;">Xali casts her last third level spell. Will save DC 21 vs. paralysis.<br/><br/>At my caster level, the spell has a range of 150 feet (100 ft + 10/level), so she should still be well within range, especially since I moved 30 feet towards her.</div></div></div><br/><br/>While she waited eagerly to see if her spell took effect, Xali noticed with amusement that Kahimori hadn't even bothered to strip off the priestess's armor before he began cramming her into his mouth. Xali, an ordinary leopardfolk, had trouble digesting metal and usually coughed it up once the rest of her meal was gone rather than wait days for it to break up and pass through (something she'd found quite uncomfortable). But then, kitsunes were magical beings, and she'd heard that their stomachs were exceptionally tough. Perhaps he could manage it. "Oh dear! I don't think you're praying hard enough, girl!" Xali observed loudly, grinning at Kahimori before she turned back to the fleeing quarry.