{HELP! Can someone please explain to me how VP (victual points) are supposed to work. You gain nutritions (which I'd considered equivalent to items or potions), but you have to spend VP to activate them, somehow? What am I missing here}.<br/><br/>{I'm declaring the combat over, as there's clearly no chance of escape for any of the bimbuns anymore. Everyone receives 300 XP}.<br/><br/>Zivit slammed the bimbun's head against the floor one last time. Something cracked, the bimbun's muscles twitched, and she lay still. “That's the last trouble they'll be out of you, bimbitch,” Zivit says, sliding off the bunnygirl's unconcious body. “Unless you give me indigestion,” she mused, then taking the weakly-breathing form in one clawed winghand, she straightforwardly and unselfconsciously gulped it down.<br/><br/>“Urp!” She burped a moment later, her belly as full as any of yours, but far, far stiller.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Linda (Anime Chaos): [Free action digest vs Bimbun CMD 12 Rolled 12+4CMB+4PI=20 success. Damage rolled 2 bludgeoning+6 acid=8 total. Bambi(autosucess due to being helpless) -9/19 dying. Babs at -1/19 dying. <br/>Maybe now I won't have to read what's going on inside Linda for relevant information. It makes me feel bad. (╥_╥)]</div></blockquote><br/>{Noted. Linda receives two Ambrosia nutritions.}<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Linda loops her tail around itself to create an instant chair to rest in as holding up her massive belly isn't exactly comfortable to continue doing. When she's not motivated to continue doing so by the promise of more food anyway. She sighs lightly in relief as the weight of her gut comes to rest on the floor. "So then. Now that those of us that aren't employees no longer have our mouths full a bit of introduction is probably in order. Motivated as I may be to go retrieve this artefact so our choice of evening meal is more accepted in exchange I'd rather not do it with a bunch of strangers. As for myself, I'm Linda Endewer. Just happened to be on my way back out of Droaam after celebrating my completion of an apprenticeship. These two," She gestures to the man on each side of her. "are merely bodyguards. Outside of that they are not important. Nor do they even speak common. Quite handy as they won't misinterpret anything in a conversation as orders."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>{The rest of the group should probably handle their own introductions here.}<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Bellicious (Reizu) "Well, that was a fruitless effort, wasn't it? Now you've gone and worn yourself out needlessly. For that, I expect twice as much of a good squirm out of you, alright~?" </div></blockquote>.<br/><br/>The bimbun wailed as the naga's throat muscles forced her unceremoniously back into the belly she'd so recently escaped. {Rolled escape attempts continuously, she will escape to the throat again on the sixth round from now, if not rescued (hah!) or digested unconcious before then. I'll rule on a statistical spread for Bellicious's digestion rolls, hitting three times out of five and dealing ten points of damage per hit. That's more than enough to digest her, so Bellicious gets five rounds of feisty, followed by a slow, smooth digestion of helplessly unconcious bimbun. I'm a bit short on time, so if you fancy writing that from either or both sides, you go right ahead Reizu – or anyone can write the bimbun's part, if they wish (or similarly, you can ask me to prioritise writing it and I will). Jermayan's<a class="postlink" href="https://aryion.com/forum/posting.php?mode=reply&amp;f=19&amp;t=34245#pr1584275">post</a>is a good example.}<br/><br/>{Bellicious receives a 'Comely' nutrition}<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> Prinne whined at the forcible kick, but otherwise didn't really notice. Instead. she calmly let herself churn the bimbun, now folding her arms as she watched the slowly-settling carnage, and even rocked her body back and forth with the music and singing that was going on. "Ah~"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>{Rolled several Bimbun attacks versus Prinne. Relatively few hits. Again, ruling on a statistical spread.}<br/><br/>Hopsy fought frantically against the plantwoman's belly, biting and slashing with her blunt little bunny teeth, bucking with her powerful hindquarters. Prinne's belly stoutly resisted her efforts, any slight pain Hopsy managed to inflict doing little more than to pleasantly tickle the plantwoman. The reverse could not be said of the affect Prinne's belly had on Hopsy. {Digestion}<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;">Second by second it pounded back at the bunnygirl, bruising and contorting her limbs, making escape ever more difficult. Her struggles and its response sloshed acids across her body, soaking into the soft downy fur of her undercoat and eating into her skin. Stray drips and droplets burned her lips, nostrils and eyes, and its foul vapours burned her throat and lungs. Moment by moment, Hopsy's situation worsened, as the level of the deadly stuff rose and Prinne's ever-tightening belly forced more and more of her body down into it. Soon it lapped at her neck, as she half floated in the fluid that was slowly dissolving her skin. Her fingernails clawed helplessly at Prinne's unyielding sphincter, frantic to escape to the refuge of the plantwoman's throat. But there was no reprieve. Choking and spluttering, she slipped unconsciousness as the foul, sickly-sweet pool engulfed her body.</div></div></div><br/><br/>{Prinne receives an 'Ambrosia' nutrition}<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Aethon (Jermayan) Aethon's stomach continues it's work, and with Fluffy now as curled up as she can get, the muscular contractions are now pressing in with much more force. Now liberally coated in acid as well, her entire body now feels like it's on fire as the acids eat away at her skin. A few seconds go by before the lump in Aethon's lower half twitches a few more times and stills, as Fluffy succumbs. Whatever air that went down with her, as well as the contents of her lungs come up in a minor belch that Aethon stifles as much as possible, as his stomach again contracts around the now motionless form, outlining it slightly through his skin. </div></blockquote><br/>{Great digestion scene, by the way! Everyone should feel free to write stuff for the NPCs and so forth in moments like this – you can even pick their actions, if you wish, though they must make sense from the point of the NPC – note that 'frantic from fear of digestion' is a perfectly valid way for actions to 'make sense' though.}<br/>{Aethon receives an Ambrosia nutrition.}<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Jules (Bright):He put a finger on the plate and pulled it a bit across it before he licked his finger in an attempt to figure out what the glazing on the binbun was. {Roll for cooking knowledge: 1d20+10 =20}</div></blockquote><br/>{That's fine – its not always clear how to adjudicate these kind of skill checks – certainly there is no separate 'knowledge: cooking', although there might be 'profession: chef'. I'd imagine a Knowledge (nature) roll or Knowledge (nobility) roll is what is required. Anyway in non-critical circumstances like this we should just do something that seems sensible, as you have done!}<br/>The bimbun, Jules realises, has clearly been live-spitroasted, the pumping blood having carried the heat deep into the body and alleviating the need to baste until the end of the roast. The baste itself is clearly based on honey, likely from the heathers that dot the hillsides around Greywall. It has a distinctive strong, sweet flavor and is already setting into a jelly – heather honey is only liquid when heated. You detect a high, peppery note, and clear signs of salt-rubbing both in the abraded, crispy state of the bimbun's skin and the extent to which her sweetly meaty flavor has been drawn out into the honey.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Jules (Bright): He turned towards Zorakatra to speak whenever she was not too busy:<br/>"Say, are you the owner of this establishment, and if so, may I take a look at your kitchen? </div></blockquote><br/><br/>“It's, um, complicated,” Zorakatra explained – exactly as you would if you were co-ruler of all Droaam and held dominion over everything and everyone within its boarders – and especially the 'free town' of Greywall {common knowledge: this isn't a contradiction. Most areas in Droaam are ruled by Warlords, who owe fealty to the Daughters of Sora Kell – the Daughters bind an existing set of warring groups to a common cause. Greywall is ruled by Xorchylic the Mind Flayer, who was directly appointed by the Daughters themselves, and is (presumably) loyal to them. This gives them a greater control in Greywall than anywhere in Droaam (save for The Great Crag and environs, their own seat of power).} “But feel free to visit the kitchens,” she continues. “Get yourself something else to eat if you wish, if bimbun isn't to your tastes.”<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Xarces did love the freedom of mind he received when he gave himself over to the moment like he had, when he allows the music to take him. Though not all of his performances are as raw as this particular one had been, they all possessed a certain unpredictability to them. Xarces gathers the remainder of the money that had been set out so generously at his feet, stowing that away as well. (This should help with any expenses we encounter along our journey.....now then, I wonder what else the night has in store for me.....Perhaps I should explore the city, see what kind of night life the monstrous inhabitants partake in....of course I could always return to the Venomous Voice.....could get to know it's ) he could not help but wonder as he finishes tidying all of his belongings. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Xarces felt a soft, warm hand lightly pressing his shoulder, and he turned. The woman was startlingly beautiful, her mottled green skin and black leather clothes<a class="postlink" href="http://www.robotviking.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/41.jpg">looking</a>hardly out of place in Greywall. But her<span style="font-style: italic">other</span>hand is already brushing away the gauzy white veil that covers her eyes, glowing with passionate red flame and magic, and Xarces can feel his body beginning to harden.<br/><br/>{Fortitude save DC15 to avoid petrification... and don't panic, I'm not killing you off}<br/><br/>One of the medusa's headsnakes snaps at a pretty harpy, who'd also been approaching the celestial-demonic performer. “Rough luck,” the Medusa commiserated, sliding her veil down once more and soothing the snake with a caress, “but this one's mine tonight.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Alizome (Sansuki): ...then she could be fully engulfed by a thoroughly happy harpy, and then she could let go of her self control and indulge herself- and perhaps, having been such capable fodder for Zorakatra's flower, she could look forward to repeating the trip. At least, if the harpy didn't choose to just keep her. But Alizome wasn't worried about that anymore.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Lesbianism and UB:<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;">Zorakatra smirked. The elf had a reputation, both for her kinks and her quality in bed. Zorakatra couldn't comment on that, but she was certainly <span style="font-style: italic">fantastic</span> in the pussy. Fantastic enough that she felt Alizome deserved some reward. Stroking a winghand over her bunnyfilled belly, she slid it down between her legs, between the legs protruding from between her legs. Slipped it first inside her own flower, then deeper, inside Alizome's. <br/><br/>She felt the elfgirl gasp inside her, and cooed.<br/><br/>Her wingfingertips found what they quested for. Slowly and carefully, made possible only because her snatch held Alizome's almost immobile, the flat of her foreclaw peeling back the fleshy hood. Its razor sharp tip circled Alizome's clit, lightly lacerating the sensitive flesh, tormenting the elf-girl with pleasure. The wave crested, pure and clear as tropical waters against the island-paradise beach. Then Zorakatra's indexclaw, deliberately and provocatively, scraped another place, deeper inside. The orgasm turned filthier, fuller and complete, and when it came its backwash dragged Alizome's mind away, for all her pure intentions to remain professional.<br/><br/>She never would work out what she did in that screaming moment, with the cries from her own voice or the restrained twitching of her body or the clawing of her hands or the squirting of her pussy, but whatever it was brought Zorakatra. The harpy bucked, and came and came and came with Alizome coming inside of her. The first orgasm snatched Alizome's snatch from the harpy's claws, and each successive one yanked the elfgirl further into Zorakatra's pussy, enfolding her inside<br/> Zorakatra's womb. <br/><br/>Pleasure, passed. All that could be seen of Alizome were her wriggling toes and their brightly-decorated nails. Gently, almost lovingly, they were drawn inside Zorakatra's pussy, and up to join the rest of the elfgirl curled in Zorakatra's womb. Tenderly, Zorakatra's womb began to massage Alizome, feeding the sense of post-orgasmic bliss the women shared. <br/><br/>Having her ear here, Alizome realised, was much, much better than pressing it against Zorakatra's belly. The bimbun's body weighed down on her, on the far side of the thin flesh wall separating womb and stomach, and she could every gurgling moment of the bimbun's digestion. <br/><br/>Gradually, she became <span style="font-style: italic">aware</span> of Zorakatra.</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> Linda (Reizu): Motivated as I may be to go retrieve this artefact so our choice of evening meal is more accepted in exchange I'd rather not do it with a bunch of strangers. As for myself, I'm Linda Endewer. Just happened to be on my way back out of Droaam after celebrating my completion of an apprenticeship. These two," She gestures to the man on each side of her. "are merely bodyguards. Outside of that they are not important. Nor do they even speak common. Quite handy as they won't misinterpret anything in a conversation as orders." </div></blockquote><br/><br/><“Your companions want to know more about them?”> Zorakatra's dulcet tones murmured. <“Which of your secrets would you like me to share?”> {<“indicates telepathy”> Sansuki, you should go ahead and write ZKs dialog for the next little while, whilst this self-description bit is going on. Take a free rein}. Subtly, Alizome could feel Zorakatra's womb working on her body. It was less... aggressive than her stomach, than any stomach, but she was very much aware that it could likely be just as effective. Zorakatra's womb could stripmine her lithe elven form, if the harpy so wished, and Alizome's only chance would be escape – with no telling how difficult that might be. <“Don't worry,”> Zorakatra cooed, <“I've a gift for you”>. Slowly, a stream of materials flowed though Zorakatra, body and soul, and slid into her womb. Delicately, it opened Alizome's body, and as the materials drifted down around it, it began to build.<br/><br/>{Alizome receives 'Comely' nutrition. Alizome receives 'Far Speech' Nutrition (Alizome/Zorakatra): Far Speech: One ten-word message may be transmitted in each direction between the holders of the 'Far speech' nutrition per day. The words alone are transmitted (no meta-information). This ability is blocked by any effect that blocks telepathy. Special: The 'far speech' nutrition is not copied if its holder is devoured, the nutrition passes to the devourer.}