Not having received any contact from the outside world, and keeping with the line of thinking Xarces was last in.....<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;">Nestled away tightly within the confines of the priestess' stomach, Xarces had resigned himself to his role as her meal. No longer worried about the goings on in the world in general, the only thing that mattered to him at this point was the blackscale priestess, her body his new world, and his role in properly digesting, nourishing and becoming a part of that world. Whatever ritual she had enacted, whatever had caused his very soul to be drawn in through the walls of her stomach, would make him feel a connection, a closeness to this mysterious and powerful woman, the likes of which he had never imagined. "That's it.... take whatever you wish, my life, my body, my soul, are yours." he softly whispers amidst the gurgles and glorps of digestion. Lightly running a hand along the slime coated wall of her stomach, giggling as some of his flesh flakes away and falls into the meaty stew that was slowly being churned around him.  <br/><br/>Even though he received very little interaction with the priestess as a whole, he was satisfied with his role, for after all he was but her food, her fuel, her nutrition, and he could understand if she would rather not speak to and interact directly with her slowly digesting meal. The bard pleased with himself, knowing that he had given his all in offering her pleasure during his final moments, and now he would only further add to that pleasure by happily digesting. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, the priestess' motions jostling him about as he could hear, and feel her going so far as to pleasuring herself. "That's it... enjoy yourself, your belly and I shall do all the work." he comments, rather enjoying the fact her own hand was now rubbing in against him, was working to aid in breaking him down, to aid in his digestion.<br/><br/>Things would soon chance however, as for the first time Xarces hears a struggle from the outside world, moreso he feels the impact of blows raining down upon the body of his beloved new world. Feels the strength of the priestess begin to wane, feels her body go limp as the firm press and grind of her muscled tum would go so far as to lax. (wh....what happened?!) he wondering to himself, panicked at the thought that his world may be in danger. (was my nourishment not enough?....do you require more of me?) he wonders, pulling himself together in that instant as it seemed the priestess was in need of his aid. Looking over partially digested remains of his body, Xarces frowns as he lethargically raises a hand to his chest. "Forgive me priestess.... but in this state, I can offer little aid, save for my continued digestion." he apologizes for what he is about to do. Channeling healing magics directly into his body, as his flesh regrows, feathers sprout anew, and bones pop and mend back into place. Feeling a surge of strength rush through his body, his muscles able to move freely on their own once more. The bard places his palms firmly against the tum of the priestess. "I'm here for you...." he states, as he channels healing energy with all of his might, parts of his very soul being fed into the lining of her stomach, fed into her blood stream for the sole purpose of mending whatever wounds she may had sustained, of maintaining and saving the well being of the bard's new world. <br/><br/>Gritting his teeth the bard exhausts himself in his efforts to tend to the blackscale priestess, healing her until his recently mended limbs quiver and shake, his soul wavering on the brink of being totally consumed by the priestess. "Forgive me." he explains as his weakened state prevails, preventing him from offering her everything he has, as Xarces slumps back into the meat filled pit of the priestess belly. His skin, flesh, and body nearly good as new, as the acids once again would produce little more than a pleasant tingle upon the resilient flesh of the celestial bard.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Xarces<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;">Cure light wounds on himself<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/157597">Cure light wounds</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+5</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">12</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/157600">Cure light wounds</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+5</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">8</span><br/>brining him back up to 19 HP<br/><br/>Cure light wounds on the priestess<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/157598">Cure light wounds</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+5</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">13</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/157599">Cure light wounds</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+5</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">12</span><br/>for a total of 25 healed on the priestess</div></div></div>