As Sashi starts looking ill a mousefolk next to her at the bar looks on sympathetically. "You okay?" he asks, "you look--" he stops to watch her make a mess of the floor. "Aw, gross! Did you have to do that right next to me!?"<br/><br/>Rags are brought from behind the bar to clean the floor, but none of the micefolk want to touch the blob of fur and chainmail.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>[resist: 1d20(1)+5=6; DC=20; fail; guardsmouse is now in Fiona's esophagus]<br/><br/>The rodent tries to brace himself as the tongue surges undernieth him, but the muscle is too strong for him to resist; he is thrown feet-first into the darkness of Fiona's pharynx. The live morsal is visible as a squirming buldge in the predator's throat as she gulps loudly.<br/><br/>The guardsmouse knows all too well what happens to food that has been swallowed. Desperate to avoid what's at the bottom of the chute, he grabs at the tunnel of flesh around him and tries to stop his descent.<br/><br/>[resist: 1d20(13)+5=18; DC=25; fail; guardsmouse is now in Fiona's stomach]<br/><br/>Soaked in saliva and his own blood, he finds that his paws cannot get any grip at all. All of his fervish squeeking and clawing don't slow his decent the slightest bit; within a few seconds he reaches the cardiac sphincter, which is happy to open wide and dump him into the feline's eager stomach.<br/><br/>[1/round digestion damage: 1d6+str >3 On your next turn you can also actively digest by making melee attacks at -4 to deal 1d4+str]<br/><br/><span style="color: brown">[Fiona: 27/47 (57%)*] <br/>[guardmouse: 14/52 (27%)** AC=19(+1 size, +1 dex, +7 armor)]  </span>