Everyone..<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;">First off, sorry for the extreme delay! Now that things are a bit calmer, this oughta start clicking along at a decent pace again! Thanks for sticking with it ,and....let's get back to this combat-in-progress! <br/><br/>Side note : Map editing programs with built-in resources  are difficult to find. x.x</div></div></div><br/><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;">Also, as far as description goes...I'm going to describe actions in whatever order they make the most sense in. Posting will be initiative, I've decided (Though I will ask for initiative rolls from time to time, during high-tension moments), and it will always bounce back and forth between Party actions, ally actions, and enemy actions.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Atoli's eyes flutter slightly as she feels that delicious, scaled body starting to slide along her tongue, the enticing flavor of Teran's soft underbelly making her mouth water. The big naga was - by far - the largest thing she'd ever even tried to eat...and she'd not even MEANT to do it .It just...kinda happened. A quick teleport and a bite...and there she was. Now though, with that delicious flavor playing across her slightly rough-like feline tongue...Mmm, it might just have been one of her better choices. Reaching up with both hands, the cream-furred feline girl gets a solid grip of that thick, snake-like body...and roughly tugs backwards again, swallowing powerfully, her eyes nearly entirly closing as another six inches of that scaled body slides between her jaws, and right into the tight, constrictive confines of her throat...<br/><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 believe your grapple check is incorrect, Jermayan. It is +14 with the use of backbiter, which you do not benefit from during this situation - only when sneak attacking. It should be +9, I believe, same as hers. Still, talking about some bad luck with those rolls...I thought for sure you'd squirm away. XD<br/><br/>Atoli attempts to maintain the grapple through Teran's 'Escape Artist' - 1d20 (12) + 9 = 21. Only BARELY does she manage to maintain her hold.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>'Nngh...!' Atoli grunts softly in her chest, the feeling of those coils squirming violently back and forth within her throat not only slightly painful, but amazingly difficult to keep hold of. Her throat bulges and contorts with the outline of those muscular coils as they squirm and wriggle in her throat, and actually begin to make headway - Teran can feel the warmth of her lips slowly starting to slide downwards towards his tail as, bit by bit, he pulls his tail free from her body. Or, at least...almost does...<br/><br/>~Mmph...not so...fast...!~ she whispers in her mind, reaching up and sinking her claws into Teran's scaled body. She knew she had to be quick about this - she was not the best in a standup fight, and if this big snake got free...well, she might end up in trouble. With a powerful backwards tug, Atoli swallows greedily, her throat rippling around Teran's body...and, surprisingly, pulling him inwards. The feeling of that warm, slick throat once more begins to slowly creep upwards across his tail, inch by inch dissappearing between her open jaws...and right into the amazingly tight confines of her throat.<br/><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;">Atoli attempts to swallow Teran - 1d20 (19) + 9. Teran must make a DC 28 grapple check to avoid being swallowed.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> If Teran fails... </span><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;">Again, Atoli's eyes flutter slightly as she feels that scaled body starting to slide in the correct direction - that being, downwards. The delicious flavor of his body was nothing short of heavenly, and despite being in the middle of combat, she allows herself a split second to simply enjoy the flavor. Deep and flavorful, his soft underbelly constrasting starkly with the tougher, scaled skin along his back...Mmm, absolutely delicious. By far, he was the largest meal she'd ever even TRIED to fit down her throat...but, with enough forcing, she was confident she could manage him. If he'd stop wiggling so damn much, at least!<br/><br/>An especially violent jerk on Teran's part causes the slender feline girl to stumble down onto one knee, but she maintains her hold, and - grabbing another handful of his scaled body - yanks him backwards roughly, dragging him a solid foot across the cool, stone floor. 'Ulp...uulp..Mmphgulp...!' Atoli swallows noisily, powerfully, her throat squeezing and rippling across that smooth, scaled body - but bit by bit, Teran feels her jaws creeping upwards along his body, encompassing more and more of him in that slick, tight wetness. Her throat felt like a vice around his body, every swallow squeezing him almost painfully, and steadily working him further and further towards his final destination - her slender little belly. It seemed almost impossible that she'd be able to fit someone of his length - especially with his own belly swollen with two prey items, one of which was still squirming faintly - into that slender little stomach, but she seemed determined to do just that.<br/><br/>"Mm..." Another swallow, and Teran feels the very tip of his tail pressing through a tight ring of muscle, and into a slightly more spacious chamber - her stomach. Another jerk forces her down to both knees, but she continues to swallow noisily, her slender tongue flickering rapidly across the underside of Teran's belly, drenching him in a thick coating of warm, slick feline saliva. Within a matter of seconds, she encounters her first problem - the thick bulge half-way down through Teran's coils. A bulge that will still squirming the slightest bit, little, feminine cries coming from within - looks like the half-elf was still clinging to the last bits of her conciousness. For better or worse. Dalin, on the other hand...had already stopped his squirming, and was quietly digesting like a good meal should. For a brief second, it seems like that bulge would save Teran - until Atoli, getting a firm grip of Teran's coils...*STUFFS* him further into her maw, forcing her jaw to open painfully around that sizable bulge. Flinching slightly, Atoli swallows again, and that sizable bulge in Teran's middle dissappears behind her jaws, little more than an enormous bulge in her neckfur....that slowly dissappears downwards, sliding out of sight behind her breasts...<br/><br/>The added weight of Teran's prey seems to work against him, as gravity and weight pulls him in another full foot. Inch by inch, those razor-sharp teeth creep upwards along his body, swallow after powerful swallow pulling his squirming body into her hungrily awaiting belly. Already, Teran could feel his body starting to coil up in the humid, slick interior of her belly, and within a matter of seconds, it feels as though she'd reached her limit....but she continues to swallow, forcing his body to coil up on itself...and forcing her belly to expand to accomodate his size. A quick look down, and Teran can see her belly starting to fill out with his lower half - what would turn into all of him, if he didn't squirm out of her grip, and QUICK.<br/><br/>Determination - and pleasure, surprisingly - on her face, Atoli swallows again...and Teran feels those soft lips of her slide fully over his snake-like lower half...and finally touch the much softer flesh of his upper body. Reaching up with both hands, she grabs his wrists and stuffs his hands between her jaws, pinning them at his side. Another quick swallow, and her hands shift upwards again, to his shoulder. Ugh, she felt so completely full...and it was absolutely HEAVENLY. She could feel that nice, thick bulge of his previous prey still squirming in his middle, and she loved it...one of the group from above? She hardly cared, and certainly did not care enough to try and get them out of him before giving him a nice tour of her digestive track. On the contrary...they were just more food - exactly as they should have been in the first place...<br/><br/>With her hands firmly on his shoulders, Atoli jerks downwards, CRAMMING Teran's torso between her jaws. The warmth, the tightness, the wetness of her lips slide upwards over his belly, his chest....and then she pauses, her eyes closed...<br/><br/>....And begins to lick him. That slender, slick tongue of hers slowly curls along his chest, savoring his flesh, the delicious softness of his skin...Mmm, so utterly delicious. She felt so full already, but Mmm...this snake-boy was going to get fully in her belly, even if she popped. That flavor...so absolutely lovely...Mmm. Yet, all good things had to come to an end - and she needed him tucked away nice and tight in her tummy so she could deal with the rest of these intruders. Assuming she could even move after such a huge meal.<br/><br/>Reaching up with both hands, she puts them on the top of Teran's head, and - with a hard downwards push - stuffs his head fully between her jaws. As almost a 'thank you' for providing such a perfect mix of flavor, Atoli flickers her tongue across his face a single time...then, tilting her head straight back, swallows one final time. Gazing upwards, Teran can see the stone ceiling slowly framed by teeth...a flicking tongue...and finally, those teeth snap shut, sealing him fully inside her body, and encompassing him in darkness. "U...ulp...GULP!". The outline of Teran's shoulders and head slowly dissappears downwards, the bulge traveling down through her tightly-stretched neckfur, dissappearing behind her breasts....and finally, squeezing out into the amazingly tight, shifting confines of her stomach.<br/><br/>It seemed almost impossible, but that throat ripples and squeezes around Teran, forcing him ever-downwards, until, finally...he feels himself squeezed into the amazingly constrictive confines of her belly. That thick, scaled body of his fully and tightly fills the much-too-small space, forcing his torso to squeeze up against the fleshy stomach walls around him - it was difficult to move even an inch in the tight, tiny little stomach, much less fight for his life. Already, those soft, silky walls begin to lightly squeeze and ripple around him, pressing in on him from every angle - and worse of all, forcing him into an even tigher and tigher little ball. Yet, for all it's squeezing, Teran could tell that her belly was not especially strong. Those acids, on the other hand....already, he could feel a very slight tingle starting to spread across his body, those powerful digestive acids starting to drip from the roof and walls of her stomach, pooling thickly beneath him, more than ready to ensure his change of naga-to-food becomes far more permanent than he might have wanted.<br/><br/>"Ugh..Mmph...Mmm..." Panting heavily, Atoli gazes downwards at her rounded belly, the very faintest outlines of Teran's coils visible through her tightly-stretched bellyfur. Ugh, so full...and it felt AMAZING...<br/><br/>Giving her belly an approving little pat, Atoli moans gently, her eyes half-closing as the pleasure of such an enormous meal assaults her senses, making her body tingle all over. She felt almost painfully full, her belly stretched to it's limits...but Mmm, she'd not have it any other way. Slowly, wobbly getting back to her feet, she leans heavily against the pillar and pants, catching her breath - and lightly stroking her belly, enjoying the sensation of being so perfectly full, so packed...ohh, this was turning out to be such a wonderful day, after all. "Mmph...delicious...thanks for the meal, handsome. Going to be full all day...and be smiling the whole time..." Licking her lips, she gathers up the last little bits of Teran's flavor and swallows them down, sighing happily. Oooh...that felt so nice...<br/><br/>Now, to deal with the rest of these intruders, so she could digest her meal in peace... <br/><br/>Atoli's stomach escape DC - 24 - It seems her stomach is exceptionally tight, making movement difficult ,but not impossible...</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Unable to contain her excitement, Tilisian runs her small, pink tongue across her lips. Mmm, already she could feel that delicious, furry male body starting to slide down her throat. Feel his weak squirms as he willing gave himself up to her. Oh, she'd digest him for hours...feeling those squirms, those wiggles as her encorcellment finally wore off, but by then...it would be far too late. No, he'd be destined for a nice, long trip through her intestines, and out her shapely backside. The thought was enough to make her quiver in delight. Any second now.....any second...<br/><br/>The moment Asulf eyes become unfocused and distant-looking, almost glazed over, she giggles softly "Ohh. Yum. Mmm, come here wolfy. I need you, so badly..." She could FEEL her power over him growing, growing, growing....<br/><br/>Then, suddenly, vanish entirely, leaving Asulf looking bewildered, but no worse for wear. 'Protection!' She hisses under her breath, her prospects for the next meal suddenly dashed. At least, for her next meal to crawl down her throat, himself. That *DID* leave the tiefling, though - that foolish girl had all the magical power of a mudfarmer, and had taken it upon herself to join the attackers in their attempt to stop the ritual. Well, her wolfy meal might have eluded her, but there was always room in her belly for tiefling...especially one she knew would not be protected from her innate charms.<br/><br/>As Asulf and Laebras continue their forwards momentum, Tilisian motions with one hand towards Klein, as if 'shoo'ing him "Engage the wolf. Do try to take him alive. I'd love a...pet for later. If you *MUST*....eat him. Then deal with the cow." Once more turning her attention back to Laebras and Asful, Tilisian giggles softly "Now, where was I...oh yes. Laebraaaas....? Come here, love..."<br/><br/>Beside Asulf, Laebras suddenly stops in her tracks, a strange, distant look in her eyes - the very same one that Asulf had been wearing just a few moments prior...<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Brady wrote:</cite> Ectoplasmic booger, ahoy! </div></blockquote><br/><br/><br/>*Bloop*<br/><br/>"What the - "<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;">*OMG HUGE EDIT!!!* Thanks, Allie, for bringing this to my attention, I totally botched it. Also, I just wasted my first natural 20...on a DC 10 balance check. Go me! Rolls below are corrected, with (Thankfully) me not having to rewrite a third of the post!<br/><br/>Tilisian reflex check - 1d20 (5) + 3 = 8....Succubus ass, meet floor! <br/>Klein Reflex check - 1d20 (16) + 1 = 17. Success! <br/>Klein Balance check - 1d20 (20) + 1 = 21. Success! Klein can move at half speed through his portion of the grease spell.</div></div></div><br/><br/>- Is all Tilisian manages to yelp out before the ectoplasmic goo spreads across the floor beneath her, making her legs wobble unsteadily. The second she tries to lift a foot to take a step, her other foot slips, and in a complete and utter lack of grace...Tilisian slams to the floor on her stomach, chest-first into the goo. Whilst it does not seem to be clinging to her (to the contrary, there seems to be some force actually pushing it AWAY from her body), it does at least cause her to flounder around uneffectually, grasping desperately at the edge of the pedestal to try and clamber back to her feet.<br/><br/>Klein, on the other hand, fares surprisingly better.  Having just witnessed Asulf cast a spell,  the big fox could only assume he'd been the one to work up the slick, greasy goo that threatened to send him slipping to the ground "Interesting trick." Klein takes a single step, testing the slipperyness of the greasey gray liquid beneath his feet. It almost looks like he is going to lose it, but by some miracle, he manages to keep his feet "....Let's see how well you do without your simple tricks." Another step, bringing him closer to the edge of the goo... " I wish you well Brave Wolf, as well as Laebras..." Finally reaching the edge of the 'gunk', Klein charges forwards, closing the distance between himself and the duo remarkably fast.<br/><br/>Within a matter of seconds, Asulf finds his vision filled by the large fox, who - with a quick feint to the left, returns with a stroke right across the middle of Asulf's belly, threatening to cleave him open, assuming it could penetrate through that thick steel armor...<br/><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;">Kleins attack - 1d20 (2)....I'll stop there.</div></div></div><br/><br/>*K-TANG!*<br/><br/>Asulf lifts his shield just in time to meet the blow, the sheer force behind it enough to make his arm ache, and his finger-tips grow numb. Even with his bolstered strength, it became apparant VERY quickly - this fox was immensly strong. Or had a very powerful fighting technique, and was putting every bit of his strength into those blows.<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;">Totally power attack</div></div></div><br/><br/>The ear-splitting sound immediently draws Laebras out of her little stupor, her eyes blinking rapidly as if waking from a long sleep "Oh..sh..uh..Klein?! C-crap!" she says with more than a little surprise in her voice, as if he'd more 'suddenly appeared' than ran across open floor to meet them " I'll flank him, Asulf! Just...don't get grabbed!" Darting around the larger male, Laebras brings her blade to bare, sweeping the tip at his legs to distract him, and present opportunity to Asulf.<br/><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;">Laebras does not actually get an attack this round, but *DOES* count for a flanking bonus with Asulf, as she is the perfect position to harrass him with a greatsword.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>"K-Klein...damnit, it wasn't him..." Tilisian growls under her breath, floundering around on the floor in an attempt to get her feet back beneath her. For a brief moment, it looks like she does - only to once more slip, falling onto her rump with a soft cry of pain "Owch! Ugh, my poor rump...grease...? Really..." Grumbling under her breath, the once-cheery succubus reaches out with both hands and grabs the pedestal that housed the glowing orb-like gem,  using it to steady herself. With no small amount of effort, she gets back to her feet on shakey legs, not taking a single step lest she once more kisses the floor with such unsure footing "Who...not you, cow. Not the wolf, not Laebras..."<br/><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;">Tilisian uses her entire action to get to her feet (with the aid of the pedestal), and 'look around'. <br/><br/>Tilisian spot check - 1d20 (9) + 14 = 23.  Even with the tiny penalty I've given Brady for manifesting a spell, and for not technically 'being in cover' anymore to aid her Chameleon...I believe the spirit of the spell still stands, even when being out in the open, as long as you have a back-drop to chameleon with (IE, stone walls, not open air kinda thing.)... Tilisian does not manage to spot her, though gets VERY close.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Twice, Tilisian's beautiful eyes roam across Brady's position, once even pausing long enough that it looks as though she'd been spotted...but, thankfully, the succubus continues to scan the room, rather than attempting to encorcell the lizardess. Yet, even Brady's brief contact with those eyes, just a simple glance at the gorgeous succubus.... sent images dancing through her head. Images of her willingly giving herself to the demoness, offering up her hands for just a small, simple taste...then, when those hands dissappeared between her lips, offering more and more, letting those lips crawl further upwards across her body until she was nothing but a slowly digesting bulge in her-<br/><br/>The succubus' gaze continues on, scanning the room - and with it, those thoughts vanish entirely, albeit leaving just a lingeing 'tingle' of their effects.<br/><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;">No will save needed, since her 'charm' was not targetted! Flavor text, ahoy!</div></div></div><br/><br/>Additional Info..<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;">Since the 'gem' on top of the altar seems to be Brady's goal, I will further describe it a little here.<br/><br/>The pedestal itself is only about waist-high, and the 'gem' sits atop it, entirely unprotected. The humanoids around the gem all have a small 'sliver' of glowy, silvery light connecting them, and the gem...almost as if the gem is 'syphoning' power from them. The gem could possibly be easily smashed, or given there is nothing protecting it, grabbed (Of course, who knows what grabbing the gem might do..or smashing it for that matter! <img alt=":D" src="./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" title="Very Happy"/>). It is very apparant as the seconds go by, however, that the gem is beginning to radiate brighter and brighter, as if it were reaching it's maximum charge....</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Judging by how effective the little demonettes were being, even a pack of kittens might be more fearsome. As the little creatures practically *SWARM* all over her body, Sunete can FEEL that they could be dangerous - every once in a while she can feel a little nip of some sharp teeth actually managing to break enough skin to cause a little tingle of pain, and given how stretchy they seemed to be - the one on her hand had not only managed to swallow her hand, but was working her way up her arm until she was flung off- it would not be too far-fetched to think that any individual unprepared adventurer would be in a bad spot when fighting a little pack of these things. Commoners would not stand a chance. Thankfully, Sunete was anything but.<br/><br/>The Red-skinned imp, seemingly frustrated with her inability to fully swallow Sunete's hand and arm - or all of her, for that matter - finally dislodges herself and drops to the ground, looking for a new point of attack. Maybe, just maybe, she could fit her head in her mouth...if she could just get STARTED...well...<br/><br/>As easily a one might pluck a child off the ground, Sunete slides the Imp off her tail, casually tossing it to the side. She gives out a high-pitch cry of "Ack!" As the sails through the air, landing rump-first on the cool, stone floor some few feet away. Instantly hopping to her feet, she rubs furiously at her rear, biting her lower lip "Oooow...owowow...That huuuurt....owowow...." It was almost cute, though with plenty more imps to deal with, it was not something Sunete could watch for long.<br/><br/>Especially with such delicious morsels crawling all over her...<br/><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;">Imp #6 grapple resist - 1d20 (13) + 1 = 14. Nope!<br/>Imp #6 swallow resist - 1d20 (16) + 1 = 17.  Demonette is cowfood!</div></div></div><br/><br/>Turning her attention to the Imp atop her shoulders, Sunete easily plucks the little purple-skinned girl up, the imp far too interested in chewing ineffectually on her ear to even notice the cowgirl's hand coming to scoop her up until it was too late "Eep! Grr! Noo, I almost-" Not even bothering to finish her sentence, she begins to chew on Sunete's thumb - at least, until she hears "Mmm, Demon.."<br/><br/>"..What...?" She says nervously, her eyes slowly widening when Sunete lifts her straight up into the air over her mouth....and opens it wide beneath her, slipping her feet inside. The heat of Sunete's mouth was intense, the feeling of that tongue curling along the bottom on her feet almost enough to make her giggle - and likely would have, if not for the sudden swallow that pulls her feet downwards, right into the tight, rippling constraints of the cowgirl's throat.<br/><br/>Sunete could feel the little demonette's toes squirming inside of her throat, feel her legs straining as she strived to pull back, to keep from being sent any deeper into that hungry throat - but to no avail. Another quick swallow, and those calves slide right between Sunete's lips, her thighs following closely behind. As Sunete's tongue explores more and more over that soft imp's body, more and more of that delicious flavor assaults her senses, deep and flavorful with just the faintest hint of almost 'spice' to it. Not to mention, the imp's flesh was so amazingly soft, so perfectly supple...just the feeling of that perfectly smooth skin coursing across her tongue, slipping between her lips, was heavenly. It was as if there was not a single flaw in the little demonette's body, every curve of her body, every little perfectly smooth bit of her flesh, utter perfection.<br/><br/>"De-demon is bad for you! ICK! Help!" the little purple-skinned imp cries out, looking down at her 'companions'. Amusingly enough, all of them had stopped their attacks just long enough to watch - one of them, the little red-skinned imp, even going so far as to lick her lips "Aww...no fair, I was gonna eat her."<br/><br/>"WHAT?!" The little purple-skinned imp cries, before another quick swallow pulls her shapely rear right into Sunete's mouth, forcing her tail up against her back. The flavor of that shapely rump was nothing short of magical - in quite a literal sense. The delicious flavor of the little imp's body seems to be - as Sunete's tongue draws closer and closer to the center of her body - tinged with just the faintest hint of magic, no doubt from being a creature born in the underworld. The feeling of that tongue swabbing across her shapely rear brings a small "Mmf" of delight from the imps pretty lips, but another swallow that pulls her in up to her chest quickly brings her mind away from that tongue, and back to her present predicament - she was being eaten.<br/><br/>Another little swallow, and little but her shoulders and arms remain free of Sunete's lips, the little imp's hand scrabbling wildly at Sunete's own, trying to get a good hold to prevent herself from being swallowed completely. Unfortunantly, the cowgirl was far more proficient at swallowing prey than the imp was at escaping. A single push from her index finger, and Sunete pushes the imps head right between her lips "Ack! No, get memmphh! Mrrrph!" Another swallow, and her head slips right into Sunete's throat, effectively muffling her protests - and, with one last gulp, the faint outline of her body decends downwards behind Sunete's breasts, her newest little snack sent on a nice, one-way trip into her slowly expanding belly.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Inside Sunete's stomach...</span><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;">*Gurrrrrrrrlgle*<br/><br/>Bit by tiny bit, she felt herself being squeezed through the tight, tiny little ring of muscle, and into the big cow-girl's belly. The second her feet pressed through ,she *FELT*....something. Something a little bit...squishy. No doubt, the partially digested remains of her belly's previous two occupants. It would take some hours for her belly to shrink back to it's normal size, but already it was getting to work, breaking down the delicious mithra boy and human girl that had been sent it's way less than a half-hour before. <br/><br/>The little demonette found herself squeezed into the far-too-cramped environment bit by bit, it's two much larger occupants and the natural undulations of the powerful cowgirl's stomach forcing her to the side, and face-first right up against those slick, slimy stomach walls "Mmph! Nooooo! Heeeey, get me ouuuuttt!" She cries, pushing her hands forcefully against the interior of Sunete's stomach - yet, her voice is nothing more than a muffled cry to the outside world, the pushing of her hands doing little more than creating tiny little bulges and prints in the tightly-stretched bovine girl's belly. <br/><br/>(She cannot escape without a natural 20, and given that chance is unlikely, AND she would be instantly reswallowed...imp is staying right where she is!)</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sunete wrote:</cite> Any chance I could ask for a belly rub? </div></blockquote><br/><br/>The little purple-haired imp brightly perks up, an absolutely enormous smile on her face. Thrusting her hand into the air, she bounces on her tippy toes, her tiny little tail flicking excitedly behind her "Ooo! Mee! Mememe!!! Lemme! I wanna! Pleeeeeease?!"<br/><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;">Imp 1 attack roll - 1d20 (10) + 1 + 4 (pack bonus) = 15. Nope!</div></div></div><br/><br/>However, upon seeing the unpleasant glares of her various impish companions, she seems to settle back down and relifts her sword, her bright smile turning into a 'fearsome' snarl "...Um...I mean...grrr! No! Die cow, die! Raaaawr!"  With one of the least intimidating roars Sunete had ever heard mustered, the little imp once more brings her sword to bare and begins to stab it ineffectually at her thigh, the sharp tip of the weapon poking her again and again, but never quite managing to break the skin.<br/><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;">Imp 3 attack roll - 1d20 (3)....yeah. Stopping there.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Almost mimicking the little purple-haired imp's attack style, the red-skinned imp (Who'd previously been dutifully trying to swallow Sunete's hand), attacks from the other side, swinging at her knees with razor-sharp little claws. Sunete can feel the little annoying pin-pricks of those nails digging into her skin again and again, but never once does the little imp manage to do anything but cause mild annoyance. Her best efforts seem to be unable to even draw blood.<br/><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;">Imp 2 uses 'Touch of Fire'. Sunete takes 1 fire damage</div></div></div><br/><br/>Seemingly frustrated with trying to - ineffectually - yank Sunete's shield out of her hand, the smallest imp climbs up over the shield, and promptly latches herself around Sunete's wrist "Dangit! Okay, take this!" Opening her mouth, she takes a deep breath...and with a high-pitched "Fa-woosh!" (Seemingly called out more for effect than for it actually doing anything), she emits a tiny stream of fire directly onto Sunete's wrist. It stings annoyingly, and leaves a tiny, slightly burned patch of skin - but was hardly a life-threatening injury.<br/><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;">Due to an error on my part, it's actually Imp 4 that was knocked unconcious, not imp 5...I've edited this, changed the HP sheet to reflect it, and rewritten this little part. My apologies!<br/>Imp 5 continues to try and poke Sunete with her dagger - 1d20 (13) + 1 + 3 = 16. No dice.</div></div></div><br/><br/>The little light-purple-haired imp leaps forwards and practically wraps herself around Sunete's leg, jabbing furiously with her little dagger. Though Sunete feels the bite of the blade more than once, never once does it penetrate deeply enough through her thick hide to draw blood, leaving the little imp only all the more frustrated "Tilisian....TILISIAN?!?!!?!? She is *REALLY* tough! What do we dooooooo?!!?!?" Seemingly entirely forgetting about the rather useless dagger, the imp sets about simply trying to bite Sunete's knee - which ends up being even less effective than the dagger, as this particular imp seemed to have very blunt teeth.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Klein – AC 1st target 24 - 2 (Charge) = 22. 2nd target, 18 -2 (charge) = 16 . Flatfooted 16 -2 (Charge) = 14. HP – 47/47  Attacking Asulf and Laebras<br/>Atoli – AC 17, Flatfooted 11. HP – 30/30 Grappling Teran/Swallowing Teran<br/>Tilisian – AC 19. Flatfooted 19. HP – 26/26<br/>Imp1 – AC, 14. Flatfooted – 11. HP – 11/11 Attacking Sunete<br/>Imp2 – AC, 14. Flatfooted – 11. HP – 7/7 Attacking Sunete<br/>Imp3 – AC, 14. Flatfooted – 11. HP – 10/10 Attacking Sunete<br/>Imp4 – AC, 14. Flatfooted – 11. HP – Unconcious -  Totally KO'd<br/>Imp5 – AC, 14. Flatfooted – 11. HP – 13/13 Attacking Sunete<br/>Imp6 – AC, 14. Flatfooted – 11. HP – 12/12 (In Sunete's stomach)