OOC:<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;">I have had a terrible headache for the past few days now, so RPing has become quite a bit of a chore, thus, I will apologize beforehand for the rather lackluster and late reply</div></div></div><br/><br/>Rissle snickers down at the begging woman prone on the ground just beneath her massive gut, oh if only she had time to let the weight of her girth down upon her and really grind her belly against her future prey. Alas, there were pressing matters at hand, one of which being a villager half way down her gullet, not that it was a very daunting challenge, but one that had to be faced all the same. After brusquely shoving the poor girl in, and picking out a bit of fabric that had gotten stuck on the ranger's canines, Rissle's tummy just barely seemed to grow now with each additional person, already being so large one or two people more or less didn't make much of a noticable change, atleast not to the outside world. The half-dragonborn herself though knew that each single human she devoured sated her appettite little by little.<br/><br/>Stiffling a belch, Rissle looked out over the crowd and smiled as she gently patted her belly, before gesturing to the back door and shouting, "Excellent then! Please send your children in that direction! The kobolds will keep them out of harms way for now, and if they fail to do that, I will personally see to eating them too! You hear that?", first to the people in the church, then over at her draconid little allies by the back door. Knowing the kobolds though, the glutton decided it was best to prefix, "And if any of you idiots really want to be eaten, just ask, instead of hurting the kids, okay?", not quite trusting them not to.<br/><br/>As the children was allowed to escape however, Rissle would turn to the woman, and with a wicked grin, step forwards right above her, use her tail to push her up into a sitting position, then flicked off her pants and spread her legs and supple asscheeks wide as she sat down on the poor, bewildered woman's head. It was a right pain to bend over and pick up her food with so much already in her gut and in the way, after all. By the time both Rissle's cheeks and asscheeks had grown red, and the woman was all schlorped up into the ranger's bowels and she again looked out across the crowd, this time with a bit of a blush and puff to her voice, the last of the kids had just left the building, and she was free to ask her question. Rolling forwards to relax atop her gut as she pulled her pants back up, the chosen smiled, sighed and asked, "So, do anyone here know anything about where the raiders that stole your supplies a little while back are now?"