[ AE: Yeah, it's the Drain Soul feat - if you pass 3 successive vore checks against a pinned or swallowed target, you pull out their soul which functionally kills them unless someone can get the soul out of you before it's digested. ]<br/><br/>Phylia is well-accustomed to others that she meets for the first time acting with hesitation where she is concerned, and in hindsight approaching while having a meal still flailing around inside of her was probably not the best in terms of establishing her as someone that they could feel comfortable travelling with.  What she was most certainly<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>used to was someone accusing her of being a 'living boogie'.  "I don't...wait, spawn of a thousand<span style="font-style: italic">whats</span>?"<br/><br/>Taking a step back as she sees Miku casting some sort of spell in her general direction, Phylia readied herself for whatever was coming her way.  Again though, the sudden cascade of otherwise harmless water was not what she had been expecting.  However, it doesn't stop her from giving a short gasp of pleasure as it rushed over her, more than a little being drawn into her form before even reaching the ground and the rest quickly being siphoned off the ground.  The sudden chill of the water mixed amazingly well with the heat of the firewoman inside her, and the interplay between the two sensations was wonderful.  "If you want to continue that, I certainly wouldn't mind; water is difficult to come by in this area with the heat, and staying hydrated is more important for me than it is for most."<br/><br/>Turning to Aviana, Phylia gave a short nod of acknowledgement when she mentions her living in the Underdark.  "I do, most of the time.  I was born here, and this is where I am more comfortable, most of the time.  As for what I am...I honestly cannot say other than I resemble many of the other types of slimes and oozes that call this place home, save that I can reason, speak, and interact on a higher level.  What gave me that capacity I do not know, but it is a question that I don't care to dwell on overmuch, as knowing the answer would do little for me."  Looking down at the hazy form balled up inside her, she gives a smirk.  "As for this one, only those that particularly anger or entice me end up here.  I have learned that I can subsist on a rather wide array of substances, but there's nothing like a full, live meal, so I take them when I can, and your group provided a welcome distraction towards that end."<br/><br/>Watching as Miku becomes more and more distracted by Aviana being in so close proximity (and Phylia could hardly blame her - if she hadn't seen the remains of the beholder splattered all over her she certainly would have considered trying to snag her and run), her eyes widen in alarm as the bulge in her stomach suddenly pushes up her chest and partially out of Miku's mouth.  However, before the poor firewoman can make good on her escape, Aviana puts an end to that venture rather decisively.<br/><br/>"But yes, I have found that helping others through areas of the Underdark can be rather profitable, and it gives me something far more interesting to do than simply lay about.  Given what I've already seen you do here, I daresay that you would have relatively little to fear from me.  Besides, there are so many other fun things one can do together if you aren't trying to stab one another, and something tells me that your group would be far more...interesting than most.  Assuming you allow me accompany you, that is."<br/><br/>Inside Phylia:<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;">Whether or not Phylia isn't aware the others can see or if she simply doesn't care if they do, her explorations of the firewoman's body are on full display if one cared to look closely enough through the haze she was increasingly surrounded in.  The fact that the haze was her body slowly being dispersed into that of her captor is also obvious, as is the almost unnatural rate at which her prey is being dissolved within her.  It doesn't even terribly hurt, as the normal burn of digestion was replaced by an almost-constant feeling of pinprick-like tingling everywhere Phylia was touching.  As she continued to delve further and further into her, Phylia could start to feel a more tantalizing portion of her meal starting to slip free.  Just a little more, a little deeper, and she could give her a send-off far more satisfying than most.<br/><br/>[ <a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/368873">Digestion damage</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">3d6+6d6</span> 13 bludgeoning and 21 acid, for 34 total damage, which should put her under 2/3rds HP ]<br/>[ <a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/368874">Drain Soul roll</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+20</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">26</span> -&gt; Passes, barely ]</div></div></div>