The weaselfolk gasps as reptilian jaws engulf his head. The naked mammal has no way of catching himself, and when jerked he crumples onto his side, making it easy for Mowler to slam him against the roof.<br/><br/>[weaselfolk will save: 1d20(16)+5=21; DC=17; pass]<br/><br/>The tempest of terror and rage caused by the sensation of being so violently consumed shakes the weaselfolk free from his paralysis. He spasms all of his muscles to propel himself back out of this slimy tunnel, but it is too late--the lizardfolk has already tilted his head back and has gravity on his side. The theif slides into an upsidown fetal position in Mowler's stomach as the entrance closes above his feet. The organ is suited to its owner's eating habits--it does not mind at all that the meal is still in one unchewed piece--it happily goes right to work on breaking him into billions of pieces.<br/><br/>[escaping the spell was a full-round action]<br/><br/>{{this inspired me to go find and watch good monitor lizard videos :3}}<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: red">&lt;&lt;Round 11&gt;&gt;</span></span><br/><br/>[weaselfolk: 27/39 (69%)]<br/><br/>The musteline tries to rotate himself so that he is upright and push with his legs to return to the throat. He relies not on brute force, but flexibility to avoid the compacting muscles. He works with feverish haste, every second he spends in this hellish chamber means more of him that will be left behind when he escapes.<br/><br/>[weaselfolk escape artist: 1d20(7)+12=19; moves into Mowler's esophagus unless Molwer opposes with DC 19 grapple check. Predators may take 10 when resisting escape from the stomach, so Mowler succeeds]<br/><br/>[the weaselfolk takes 1d6+str points of automatic digestion damage, and you can actively digest him by targeting him with unarmed attacks at a -4 penalty that deal 1d4+str damage (so 1d6+3 automatic, and +5/-1 dealing 1d4+3). Without his armor, weaselfolk's AC is 13.]<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Two micefolk emerge from the cellar pushing a wine barrel. From the date printed on the dark red wood, it was sealed over 60 years ago. They set it up by the bar, but when asked they respond that Cecil told them to wait for him to arrive before serving it.<br/><br/>Ale, however, is served copiously. Tenders circulate with pitchers, refilling cups and refusing payment. Laughter soon breaks through the grim post-battle silence, and a human by the fire starts strumming on a lute. The chainmailed mice eventually take a hint and move their strategizing upstairs, freeing up the tables.<br/><br/>Non-combatant micefolk, the young, sick, and old, are gradually returning above ground and resuming their night.