<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> Yrin, Hordrek </span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Yrin</span><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;">Yrin is a relatively young, handsome male fox, likely no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. It is pretty easy to tell he lacks combat experience just by the way he carries his blade, but his young body is lithe and toned – likely from years of doing farm chores or other hard labor. His armor – a simple, new-looking breastplate – looks just as unused as his blade. <br/><br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/c5512_1281334586taillone_skycoyote2.png"/><br/><br/>Art by Taillone</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Hordrek</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;">Hordrek is a white-furred ratling shifter. Whilst a bit on the small side, at just 5’5”, his slender, lithe body is surprisingly well-toned and athletic looking. Unarmored and weaponless, he still carries himself tall and sure, his slender-boned hands curled into unintimidating fists. <br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Anthroratshifter.jpg"/><br/>Art by Adele Lorienne</div></div></div><br/>“GAAAH! WHAT THE HELL?!?!”<br/><br/><br/>Out of the corner of her eyes, Sarysa notices Yrin stumbling out of the charred remains of the wagon, an arm draped across his eyes to shield them from the blinding smoke and flame. His other hand weakly holds onto the broad-bladed sword she’d seen him swing about with little effect in their few altercations on the short journey. Still, the fact he survived was a surprising one – he’d been in the back of the wagon when the fireball had hit.<br/><br/>That is not to say he got out unscathed. One entire side of his once-new armor is blackened and stained by flame, and even now the back-side of his breastplate glows a dull red from the sudden super-heating. Still, the young fox remains on his feet, stumbling blindly through the smoke and flame – and more by luck than anything else – manages to stumble clear of the wreckage. Blinking back the stinging sensation in his eyes, Yrin takes a quick glance around the battlefield – what in the hells had happened?! Peace and quite, then suddenly, Sarysa’s voice…bandits?! Then, fire everywhere…<br/><br/>He didn’t even remember finding his feet. Only ending up outside. Gazing back at the charred remains of the wagon – eesh, he’d been lucky. His fur was singed, and his left arm felt like he’d dumped it in boiling water…but he’d survived.<br/><br/>The young fighter grips his blade unsuredly, as if not really knowing what to do – who to help, who to avoid, and who was handling themselves.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for him, the choice was not his to make.<br/><br/>“Shitshitshit…they saw me…Mellina is going to be so pissed…I’ve gotta…I’ve gotta…” Hordrek’s prayers were answered when the confused and partially blinded fox stumbled from the back of the demolished wagon. He had to prove himself….and what better way than being one of the few to get a squirming meal?! He had to…had to…<br/><br/>Without so much as another second of thought, the rat charged, barreling through the smoke and flaming wood to confront the stunned fox before he could even regain his footing. Luck appeared to be on the fox’s side, however, as Hordrek’s foot catches one of the falling logs, sending him stumbling and off balance. His balled fist still swings high, looking to catch the fox on the temple and KO him with a single blow – yet it proves to be little more than a glancing blow, serving only to knock the fox back and stumbling again.<br/><br/>“Wha?! Who-“ Yrin calls in surprise, lifting his blade up defensively in front of him.<br/><br/>Hordrek’s face curls into a sneer, his long ,ratty tail whipping fiercely behind him “Y’mine, fox. A little bit of metal isn’t going to deter my stomach…you’re taking a prolonged trip inside.”<br/><br/>“W-what?! Like hell!” Yrin responds feircly, setting his feet in a broad battle-stance. It looks pathetic, at best…this was not going to end well for him.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> Yunah, Yeyah, Veyin</span></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;">The 3 resembling names…what are the odds. (Insert needless complications here)</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Yunah, Yeyah</span><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;">It is pretty easy to tell, even at first glance, the two felines are likely sisters. Both are unarmored, with Yunah wearing little more than simple cloth wraps across her breasts and between her thighs to protect her modesty, and Yeyah wearing a short pair of clothen breeches, with a fur halter. Both slender felines almost seem to move as one unit, their dual long-bows almost unerringly seeming to aim for the same target.<br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Shifter3and4.jpg"/><br/><br/>Art by Furball</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Veyin</span><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;">Veyin is easily identified as being the only half-breed amongst the merchant caravan. Her soft, peach skin is very lightly tanned, showing more than a bit of time out in the sun. Her simple attire is covered in pockets, from which numerous different smells emanate. From the back of her simple ‘dress’ extends a long, fluffy tail, normally seen curled almost protectively around her shapely, slender legs.<br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Weasel_Girl_by_FatalitysB1ade.jpg"/><br/><br/>Art by Fatalityblade</div></div></div><br/><br/>The sound of Veyin’s coughing and gasping almost overshadows the sound of battle, her seared lungs desperately searching for air. Finally, she gets it – a single breath. Then, with labor, another. Another…<br/><br/>Air. Gods, it had only been a few seconds…but the taste of cool air in her burning lungs was a gift from the gods.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, it was that very gift that made her a target – a wounded girl, with no guardian, gasping for breath?<br/><br/>“Oh…it’s too good to pass up, Yeyah. That one. Mmm…already heated up for us, too. Such tender looking skin…ohhh, she’ll be a squirmer…” Yeyah’s muzzle split into a tooth-filled grin, perfectly mimicking the one on her sister’s face.<br/><br/>“You do choose so well. First one to her…gets her?” Hardly had Yeyah finished her sentence before Yunah took off at a run, always one step ahead of her sister “BITCH! I DIDN’T SAY GO!! GRAAA!!”<br/><br/>Yeyin stumbles to her feet just in time to be nearly bowled over by two streaks of white fur, two pairs of hands wrapping around her shoulders and arms to keep her from squirming away. When the stunned weasel-girl’s senses finally clear, she is left staring into the bright, emerald eyes of Yunah, a coy little smirk painted across the feline’s beautiful face.<br/><br/>“Oh, looks like I get this one, Yeyah…Mmm…she smells heavenly…”<br/><br/>Yeyah glares over Veyin’s shoulder, meeting the gaze of her sister. Bitch…she had made it there first, though. Damnit, she was hungry, too. The tantalizing scent of the half-breeds bare skin…the softness she could feel, holding the now-struggling mage against her…It made her mouth water, and her stomach growl hungrily.<br/><br/>“Wh..no! NO! DON’T EAT ME! WAIT!!” Veyin’s eyes widen in utter terror, her body squirming uselessly in the grip of the two feline archers. Whilst neither individually strong, together they were more than a match for the single, lone girl.<br/><br/>Yunah laughed, the wide-eyed expression on the weasel-girl’s face sending her blood to boiling. She could feel her pounding heart…practically taste the fear…finally, her empty belly would be filled with such a delicious, tantalizing morsel “Oohhh…come now…you’ll be nice and warm….my stomach will take good care of you. I promise….see you tomorrow…but you won’t see me…”<br/><br/>Yunah’s jaws slowly open before Veyin’s face, giving the terrified weasel-girl her first look at the maw of a predator. The sharp, glimmering fangs, practically dripping with saliva. Her small, raspy tongue, curling so eagerly for a taste of her fragile body, a taste of her bare flesh. And beyond…the inky, welcoming blackness of her throat, which would envelope her…forever…<br/><br/>“NOOOO!!!!! BY THE GODS, NO!! THOMAS!! YRIN!! HELP ME!! PLEEEEEEASE!! I DON’T WANT TO BE EATEN!!!” The weasel-girl’s shrill voice calls over the din of battle, her slender body squirming violently – but uselessly – in the two feline’s grasps.<br/><br/>(Veyin is grappled)<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Thomas (Thoo-mees), Jellza, Arona </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Thomas </span><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;">Thomas is a thick-furred bobcat, short, but well-muscled. He wears little more than leather leggings wrapped in fur (Despite the heat), and a single, strange-looking necklace wrapped about his neck. His weapon – a bearded axe – is nicked from years of use in things other than battle, but it is well taken care of, and sharpened to a keen edge. Already, there is a wild look in his eyes…<br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Bobcat_____by_NightfangArtist.jpg"/><br/><br/>Art by Nightfangartist</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Jellza </span><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;">Jellza is a relatively young-looking male fox half-breed, though appears to have a great deal more human heritage in him than shifter. His slender body is hardly muscular, but there is a certain litheness about him that almost seems otherwordly. He carries no weapons from the looks of it, and wears no armor – even his clothing is minimal to allow maximum movement, consisting of little more than clothen ‘shorts’ and long, Twined-lily armsleeves.<br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Foxboy_Savior_by_IcyInuYoukai.jpg"/><br/><br/>Art by Icyinu Youkai</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Arona </span><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;">Arona is another half-breed shifter, though her more animal side is predominant in her traits. Her slender body moves with grace, each movement surprisingly calculated. The long polearm she wields in her hands is easily seven to eight pounds, but she handles it almost nonchalantly, hinting at an unseen strength beneath her graceful exterior. She is armorless, and her clothing is minimal at best, consisting of little more than a leather halter and a shaggy leather-and-fur loincloth. Her clothing mixed with her shapely body leaves very little to the imagination.<br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/kittygirlshiftermaybe.jpg"/><br/><br/>Artist – NCO</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Jellza and Arona, side by side, move forwards to engage the far-north barbarian bobcat, their graceful movements seemingly ill at place on the field of battle. Both move lightly, lithely, as if their feet never really touch the ground. Despite having the advantage, neither charge forwards to engage the angry feline – instead, both take up position about fifteen feet away, as if baiting the wild-eyed cat into charging them.<br/><br/>“Oh….kitty mad?” Jellza laughs, his light-hearted voice only serving to further irritate the badly-burned bobcat “Pity the blast didn’t kill you. Bobcat fricassee sounds delicious…but I guess shish-kebab will have to do. Arona? I’ll be so kind as to give this one to you. For a future favor.”<br/><br/>Arona hardly bats an eyelid, her intense gaze focused on the bobcat a short distance before her “Favor? Hah. I know your favors. One that’ll keep you from gaining acceptance is going to be a bit too steep a price to pay. No deal. Whoever gets him…gets him. Besides…” The halfbreed offers up a wry smile to the foxboy, her tail flicking behind her dangerously “…I’m better than you. If anyone gets this one, it’ll be me. WITHOUT your help.”<br/><br/>“…Hah. We’ll see, Arona. We’ll see...well, cat? You just going to stand there frothing, or you going to do something? We’ve not got all day. With any luck, we might both get a meal out of this fight….after you’re dealt with.”<br/><br/>Thomas’s eyes widen, his teeth baring in a furious rage – it seemed like their provoking had done exactly as they wanted... “I’ll…kill…you….RAaaaaaaAAAAAGHHH!!!!”<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Neboleanuva, Loonad, Hellan </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Neboleanuva </span><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;">This handsome male elf is heavily armored in some sort of exotic armor, likely of elvish make. It closely resembles scale-mail, though the sheer amount of leather and wood mixed in makes it more natural than metal. He carries a long, curved blade (Closely resembling a scimitar), and certainly seems to know his way around the battlefield. <br/><br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Male_Elf_Warrior_by_mansarali.jpg"/><br/><br/>Art by Mansarali</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Loonad</span><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;">Loonad embodies just about everything the general populace dislikes about gnolls (Despite the majority of it being a misconception). His brown fur is shaggy and unkept, he hardly smells pleasant, and his armor is more tattered than useable, indicating poor keeping of his equipment. However, his thick arms hold his solid-metal flindbars just as easily as a commoner holds a spoon, and the numerous scars on his hide indicate plenty of battle experience.<br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/gnoll_colored_by_Grion.jpg"/><br/><br/>Art by Grion</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Hellan</span><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;">Hellan is a beautiful, slender, and seemingly weaponless female wolf-shifter garbed in a simple red cloth top, and an equally as simple red-cloth loincloth, along with thick leather boots. A small pouch of pungent-smelling herbs hangs at her side, and her long, fluffy tail flicks eagerly with anticipation.<br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Fox_Girl_by_higesblue.jpg"/></div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Finally – it was her turn! How long she’d wanted to sample the taste of another creature’s flesh. Feel their squirming body sliding down her throat. The utterly euphoric sensation of their frantically shifting body fighting for their life inside of her stomach as it – bit by bit – turned them into little more than nutrients for her body. Even the thought of passing them out of her cute little tush was an exciting one – she’d went into this battle with more than a little sexual tension on her mind.<br/><br/>Of course, she’d picked the cutest one to go for – the elf. A bit of arcane energy to weaken him, then she could enjoy her meal…if that idiot gnoll didn’t mess things up for her.<br/><br/>A safe distance away, the girl calls forth the arcane energy hidden inside of her body, feeling it bubble to the surface…”Maglina Miallsa”<br/><br/>A single, blueish-green ball of magical energy spreads from the tips of her fingers, twirling unerringly through the air to strike the stunned elf square in the center of his chest. His thick armor seems to offer no protection from the magical bolt of force, and he stumbles backwards, clutching at his chest “Aauh…damn…shifters. Grrr….Veyin! I’m coming!”<br/><br/>“Loonad!! Take care of this one! I need to go help Veyin. Try to take them alive – we need to know where they are coming from, and what they’ve attacked us for. Or, how they knew, for the matter.”<br/><br/>The gnoll, just a bit to the back and side of his elvish companion, cannot help but laugh, his hyena-like laughter echoing amongst the trees “…Oh, I already know. Silly elf. Always have had a taste for elves…He’s mine, girl!”<br/><br/>Neboleanuva’s eyes widen – Loonad. A traitor? Blasted gnoll. Whipping his blade from it’s scabbard, the enraged elf turns to meet his traveling companion…only to have the gnoll’s flindbar solidly meet his left leg. The chain wraps firmly around the backside of the elf’s knee, and with a single, powerful yank…Loonad pulls the elf’s legs from beneath his body, causing the heavily-armored elf to crumple to the ground.<br/><br/>“Ahhhahaaha!!! Woopsie…don’t trip!” Following up the attack, Loonah smashes his off-hand flindbar down squarely onto the elf’s right arm, crushing metal and wood alike – but thankfully, not breaking bone.<br/><br/>“AHHH!!! LOONAD!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?! YOU ARE-“ Nebo begins, his hands holding his blade protectively above him, to ward off the next swing from the gnollish traitor.<br/><br/>“..Switching sides? Yes. Ahahaha!! Ohhh, the perks I’m getting out of this little job…”<br/><br/>Hellan’s face scrunches up in anger – no. Nonono. The elf was hers. It was her belly this elf was going to fill – not the gnolls. Not the thick-headed, smelly brute. She just had to bide her time…this one was HERS…<br/><br/><br/><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;">Phew. What should have taken a week ended up taking 3. Finally, though, it’s here. I hope it’s easy enough to follow – this is an experiment for me. A lot of NPCs, and not all of them against the party. I hope this turns out well!! &gt;:3 We’ll see! Description tends to suffer on something so long (13 pages in size 12 font), so my apologies if it’s not quite up to snuff!</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><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;">Exp! I know, it’s a bit late, but here it is!!....<br/><br/>Sherani – New Sherani Picture - +50 EXP. October costume party - +100 EXP.    19,920 + 150 = 20,070</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/>HP<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;">Ureck - HP 50/50 - AC 18 (4 armor, 3 dex, +1 deflection)<br/>Sherani - 72/72 - AC 17 (+1 armor, +4 con, +2 dex)<br/>Lilium - 32/32 AC 21 ( +4 mage armor, +7 sidestep secret)<br/>Rak - 42/42 - AC 17 (+3 dex, +mage armor (Shared/special))<br/>Rafe – 43/43 – AC 19 (+4 Deflection, +1 dex, +4 mage armor) <br/>Sarysa – 21/50 – AC 25 (Nat armor +1, -1 dex, +9 armor, +3 shield, +3 shield of faith)<br/><br/>Yrin (Male Fox) - 10/39 (AC - 19)<br/>Loonad (Male Gnoll) - 40/40 (AC - 18)<br/>Thomas (Male Bobcat) - 20/49 (AC - 16)<br/>Veyin (Female Weasel) 1/30 (AC – 14 (Grappled))<br/>Neboleanuva (Male Elf) - 31/44 (AC – 17 (Tripped, -4))<br/>Merchant (Unknown) - -5/23 (AC – 0, Unconcious)<br/><br/>Mesil (Male Wolf) - 61/61 (AC - 22) -<br/>Mellina (Female Catgirl) - 34/34 (AC - 16) -<br/>Hordrek (Male Ratling) - 35/35 (AC - 17) - <br/>Yunah (Female Feline) 30/30 (AC - 15)<br/>Yeyah (Female Feline) 30/30 (AC - 15)<br/>Gray (Male Lizardman) 18/18 (AC - 16) -<br/>Orina (Female Fox) 24/24 (AC - 16) -<br/>Jellza (Male Foxboy) 25/25 (AC - 16)<br/>Ponnie (Male Dingo) 18/18 (AC - 14) -<br/>Hellan (Female wolfgirl shifter) 22/22 (AC - 15)<br/>Arona (Female Feline) 16/16 (AC - 14)</div></div></div><br/><br/>(The party moves full-move to get closer…)<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Map (Experiment #1)<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;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Herewego.png"/></div></div></div>