<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Lilium, Undol&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/><br/>The tiefling's panic grows more and more by the second. With every little churn of Lilium's belly, more of that vicious acid was being worked against her tender flesh, into her armor, and pooling beneath her. She could feel every little drop of it chapping her skin, then starting to burn away the tender hide that protected her more vulnerable muscles. Her struggles never cease for a second, though they do become weaker and weaker as Lilium's hungry belly does what it did to the tiefling - and every other prey that had seen the inside of her stomach over the years. Digest them.<br/><br/><br/>"The wolf...in here?!" The tiefling cries in a panic, hissing softly through her teeth as Lilium's belly squeezed her, working those acids down into her flesh. Her entire body felt like it had been dipped in lamp oil and held there for hours. Every little movement cause her nerves to cry out in pain "Y...YES! I t-think!! He has one eye!!! Sword...sword with....metal in the tip!! If so, y-y-yessss!!!!!" She cries out, jerking and squirming frantically "He is my emp-ployer. He-he-he...pays well, and, and....his jobs are normally safe!" she jumps back and forth between the information Lilium wanted, and what she thinks Lilium wanted to hear. In her desperation, she didn't really care - she just wanted life! Not to become food.<br/><br/>When Lilium offers her ultimatum - information, and no attempts to escape to prolong her life - she instantly begins to quiet down. Quite the feat, given every little movement caused pain to course through her body...and just sitting still did the same. However, as promised, the magical energy that had been holding her muscles in check dissipates, leaving the tiefling able to move - but still in quite the predicament. Her hands instantly begin to slide over the interior of Lilium's stomach, searching desperately for the cardiac sphincter that had admitted her in the first place. She could escape! Finally!<br/><br/>Then, the Kitsune's words finally seem to sink in. Her hands remain pressed against the slimy, soft interior of Lilium's belly...but for now, they do little more than sway gently back and forth, thankful that - at the very least - the predator's stomach was no longer trying to crush her. The acids pooled nearly to her breast still burn - gods does it burn - but, at least...she had a chance at life. Taking a deep breath, she begins to talk through the pain, trying to ignore Lilium's excited heartbeat, trying to work forget the moans of utter ectasy the kitsune had uttered as she digested helplessly inside of her. It was a difficult task, especially with her flesh still burning from the acid.<br/><br/>"Raid...y-yes...L-lesik has his hands in everything in town. He-he...said that you stood out in a cr-crowd...said he wanted to capture you. Y-y-you'd bring a high pr-price on the slave market. Or, he'd just use you for himself. Said he wanted you f-fox, too. Either...either....to bring him close to some...magical...THING he found, to see what it did...or, just to break him, and turn him into a pet. S-said he saw you...knew where you went...here."<br/><br/>"A-also s-s-said a client wanted Mirana. Offered a heavy sum to have her brought to him. I...i don't know the name of the client!! But...i..t-think he is going to try to t-t-take Mirana again. Lesik, when paid, does not g-give up easily...and...and...a half-giantess!!! He got paid to bring her in, too!!"<br/><br/>She hisses again, shifting uncomfortably in Lilium's belly. Even when free, she could barely move - the interior was so tight, so slick and fleshy. Her tail tickles along the bottom of Lilium's belly.<br/><br/>"W-w-was...also a shifter. We...we...we...captured her mother. Said, with her captured too...or dead...her father would be forced to help them...and would get no aid from anyone else. He...he...said something about...a granger....i don't know!!! PLEASE!! Just let me go!!!"<br/><br/>She whimpers pitifully, stroking a hand across the inside of Lilium's stomach. This entire plan had been botched - and badly. Now, she was paying the price...and it was proving to be much more than she could afford.<br/><br/><br/><br/>((The Tiefling is screaming out this information. Loudly. Despite being muffled by Lilium's tummy, both Spike and Undol can hear what is being said with a DC 10 Listen check. Ureck and Sherani - DC 20. Calia, DC 25))<br/><br/><br/>Lesik...LESIK....the name seems to ring the slightest bell in Undol's mind. Then, it strikes him - dozens of refugees had come in a couple of weeks back, some of them coming to this very bar. Lesik sounded like a demon to them, the way they talked about him. Apparantly, he is a slaver. A very good one. He can be commissioned to capture and 'break' someone, and he normally does a damn good job of it. Or, he simply takes slaves to sell in the markets of Port Berstin - where it is 'legal'. Beyond that, the only other information the Lilliputain was able to gather, is that stories put him at over 12 feet tall, his weapon twice that in length. Eyes like fire. Lightning from his butt. Stuff of that nature. Most of it, though...is easily written off as hocky.<br/><br/>((With a check of 12, that is all Undol knows of 'Lesik'))<br/><br/>Mirana's lower lip trembles as Undol adjusts his shaggy hair, his clothing, and tries to look the part of someone who was fully in control of the situation. It is a good thing, too - the Cat-girl looked as if she were on the verge of tears. Had it not been for the little bit of strength he showed then (despite being quite worried by the experience, himself)...she likely would have broken down right there.<br/><br/>His slap on her bare thigh causes her to readjust her skirt the slightest bit - but at the very least, it seemed to comfort her. The edges of her eyes gleam with tears that were threatening to streak down her face, yet they never come "Invincible?" She whispers, her voice trembling with emotion "...Yes, you are, Undol. Oh, by the light...I was so scared..." She reaches down and picks him up in her hand (Assuming he allows her to, and does not balk away from her grasp).<br/><br/>((If grasped))<br/><br/>Mirana brings her small friend up to her cheek, rubbing it affectionatly against him. A single little tear falls from the corner of her eye and soaks one of his arms, but other than that, she seems to be at least a little bit bolstered by his presence "...So much blood..." She whispers, peering down the bar where she could see Bolag's decidedly dead body.<br/><br/>"I was so worried, Undol...i thought she was going to..." She swallows noisily, indicating exactly what she meant.<br/><br/>The sarcastic look on his face, just as familiar as ever, actually manages to make Mirana break into a smile. She laughs softly - a wavering laugh, but a laugh none-the-less - and plants one more big kiss against the side of his body. Her soft, supple lips press against him. Not an unfamiliar manuvre, but sometimes, that manuvre ended up with him inside of her mouth "You are invincible. Hee! You took down that leopard in..." She swallows again, remembering the anguished cry... "Well, you kicked his butt good."<br/><br/><br/>Tiefling<span style="color: #FF0000">8/48</span>