[I beleive I already did my action in turn one as did Jules if I am not mistaken, just looking at the list there. Xarces used move action to untie himself, and a standerd to start singing. Jules used full round to come topside and identify the beasty<img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/>]<br/><br/>[that being said this shall be my second round action most likely. the crew and Bellicious can act before this post happens<img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/>]<br/><br/>(Come on Alizome...you can do it....) Xarces thinks to himself as he watches to see if his spell had any effect. Watching as her struggles begin anew, she seemingly using the creatures own teeth as a brace to push off from. The bard holds his breathe for but an instant as the beast tosses it's head back. But instead of an elven shaped lump descending down the length of it's sinuous neck, Xarces would watch as Alizome herself manages to slip free from the clutches of death, falling gracefully to  land on the ship deck below.<br/><br/>The bard nearly jumps for joy upon seeing that she was safe, his fist clutched as he gives it a quick lift in the air in celebration. "I knew you could do it!" he exclaims with excitement. Though as his eyes where focused on the newly freed elven woman, he would momentarily lose track of the creatures head. A joyful smile would be worn upon his face when Alizome turns to face him. Though the smile would suddenly turn to a look of concern and realization, a look that clearly stated 'oh shit...' , as the bard's vision is blocked by the off colored flesh of the creature's open maw. Xarces getting only a quick glimpse of it's enormous mouth as it lunges down around him. He taking in the vision of the rows of pointed teeth laid out before him, a toothy net to which he had no hope of escape. In the center of this net was the beasts writhing tongue, slickened with Alizome's blood as he can see droplets leading to the very back, to the palpitating entrance and the darkened abyss that was the creature's gullet. The very same gullet that nearly snatched up the elven girls beauty from this world not mere seconds ago.<br/><br/>As the teeth slam down upon him, Xarces' head bashing against that blood stained tongue, bouncing lightly off that hot pillowy surface, he would find himself effectively pinned. A pained groan escaping his lips as the wind is knocked from his lungs. A series of inaudible pops are felt along his chest and back, the fangs of the creature punching through the chain shirt he wore beneath his clothes. The teeth easily sinking into his flesh as he can feel the heat of his own blood begin to flow into the monster's lifting maw. Xarces' legs are effortlessly hoisted form the deck on which he once stood, flailing futilely within the open air. Saliva dripping copiously down along his sides, as it seemed the creature's maw was working overtime to produce the lubricating viscous substance, likely on account of Alizome's own magnificent flavor.<br/><br/>The sound of the other's yelling on the deck would catch his ears, entering the gaps between the monster's serrated teeth, to bounce within the cavernous maw laid out before him. hearing Jules mention that it was a elasmosaurus, Alizome calling out if anyone knew how to kill it, and finally Aethon speaking of driving it away. These words would swim in his head to mix with his ownthoughts. (A dinosaur?!....I certainly hope the crew knows how to deal with these things....) A shudder of fear running down the length of his spine as the cleric's words ring back within his mind. (That may be the only way.....but then....if I cannot get out of this creature's maw....should it swallow me down...I likely shall never again see the light of day...) Such somber thoughts where unsettling within the bards otherwise optimistic mind.<br/><br/>Just as Alizome was out of her element with them not being in the city, Xarces too found himself in unfamiliar water, in more ways than one. For though he too was skilled in escaping mouths and bellies, his true strengths lay in his ability to communicate, to talk sense into his would be consumers. Though trapped within the elasmosaurus' jaws he knew that merely talking to it would have little effect. He also knew judging by the strength of it's jaws, his chances of succesfully wiggling free where quite slim. This coupled with the fact that Alizome, one even more dexterous then he, would have likely failed to escape where it not for his own intervention, made his likely hood of success even slimmer. He could attempt to attack the beast in some manner.....but given his location, he did not wish to tempt fate with the very teeth that so easily ripped into him just seconds before.<br/><br/>It was then that while trapped within the mouth of the monster, Xarces did the only thing he knew how. (Maybe...if I am gentle....if I show the beast compassion.....perhaps it will delay my consumption....if nothing else...) It was insanity he knew, but it may just be his only options. After all the creature was likely used to thrashing and fighting prey, and though Xarces was skilled in escape, his true talents lay in bringing others enjoyment and pleasure. And so the bards song would switch tones, still seeking to inspire those allies on deck, and yet taking on a much more soothing tone, hoping to both give his allies the boost they needed, as well as with any luck soothe or confuse the creature attempting to consume him. All the while his struggles would slow and calm. He reaches out with his right hand, covering it in his blood ,before he would gently caress it against the writhing tongue of his devourer. Seeking to both massage over the muscle, as well as to give the beast an intense dose of his intoxicating flavor. He pressing his flesh deep against the textured surface,  mixing the saliva coating it's surface with that of his own blood, as well as the remaining blood of Alizomes. (If this doesn't bring it a flavor orgasm, I don't know what will....) he tells himself as for the moment he felt blessed to have Alizome's blood accompanying him within the beasts hungry maw.<br/><br/>(This is too good a treatment for something that cannot fully comprehend the treat it is receiving....) Xarces thinks as he realizes it was being able to enjoy the taste of his flesh, blood, and alizome's all mixed together as one. (I can't give up though....I need to get out...) he tells himself as his other hand would grasp the base of a tooth, he taking care not to make any sudden movements as he very cautiously tries to search for an opportunity to escape. (If I feel it's grip relax....I am out...) he tells himself, though he would not struggle desperately as to stir it's predatory instincts.<br/><br/>[[and hoping for a miracle on this one.........<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/117680">Escape Artist</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+11</span><span style="font-weight: bold">31</span>1d20(20)+11=31 =success?.....HOLY SHEEET did not expect that one  XD]]<br/><br/>[[Edit: Forgot to factor in his fatigue, even so that would be 1d20(20)+10=30]]<br/><br/><br/>[[Sooo yeah, move action to stroke the beast's tongue, and standard for an epic escape roll ^_^ got some slippery prey on this here ship XD]]