<blockquote><div><cite>Kaelen wrote:</cite>Dispelling the cloak of invisibility, he glances over at Dagnyr as he finishes his meal. "Well, I haven't had any formal experience, per se, but I can probably get us there without crashing." Stepping down to the driver's seat, he looks back up at Big Belly. "What did you want to do with her?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"I was thinking interrogation, myself, if at all possible. It looks like the others have a prisoner of their own so that may or may not be neccesary," Dagnyr replies, glancing over at Kaelen.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Alyssa wrote:</cite>"Constable Thuror?" she calls. "Would it be safe to stop for a minute? I need to find our bearings, and recover the drivers."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Dagnyr clenched his teeth, thinking. Stopping to get their bearings did seem like a good idea... but then, stopping in unfamiliar territory the Alley Cats were specifically leading them into seemed like a terrible idea. No one easy answer, sadly. He sighs.<br/><br/>"Yeah, alright! Let's stop here," he calls back to Alyssa.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Orange Fur wrote:</cite>Terror-driven, Orange Fur throws himself back at Dagnyr's stomach walls, struggling toward the sealed ring above with renewed vigor.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>And then Dagynr's attention is quickly turned to his meal, groaning softly as the feline squirms and struggles energetically within him. It doesn't do Orange Fur any good, however, the paladin's stomach merely clenches and presses in tighter and stronger around him, trying to pin him down so he'll digest easier, and the struggles ellict a low, pleased growl from the gnoll. That<span style="font-style: italic">never</span>stopped feeling good, and especially so after having been so hungry for so long.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Far too long...</span>he thinks, gripping the roof of the carriage tightly, and licking his lips.<br/><br/>Orange Fur's desperate scrabbling at the entrance to his stomach wouldn't get him anywhere, the feline's fingers sliding off the slick, tightly clenched muscular opening. He wouldn't even get long to do it as the gnoll's gut squeezes and churns around him, pushing him face-first into the growing pool of stomach acid and rubbing it into his tender flesh as the increased concentrations start to burn. The constriction of the smooth walls starts to<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>hurt, the fleshy sack around Orange Fur all too quickly starting to feel like a biological trash compactor, pressing and squeezing to compress it's contents into a more manageable form. Dark, hot, stinging and cramped so much as to be almost skin-tight, the air smelling of acid and long-digested meat...<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;">With combat over, not sure if this is strictly neccesary but if not, it can't hurt.<br/>Digestion Damage (bludgeoning) (1d6 + 4): 2 + 4 = 6<br/>Digestion Damage (acid) (1d6): 1<br/>Total: 7</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Carriage wrote:</cite>A crumpled, leathery heap that might be Vignar occupies the space between the benches, but he sees no sign of Elona save for a scorched outline from Orange Fur's attack, also spattered with blood and grime- and quite a distressing amount of it. It looks quite fresh...<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>Looking in Dagnyr is surprised by what he finds. "Captain Vignar!" he cries out, swinging himself back into the cabin of the carriage without thinking. How on earth did they get in here without noticing. How did they take out<span style="font-style: italic">Captain Vignar</span>of all people, and where had Elona gone?<br/><br/>He pushes the thoughts out of mind, kneeling down over the leathery heap and searching for a pulse on the still body. If he was still breathing, if his heart was still beating, he could still do something...<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kaelen wrote:</cite>"With all due respect, I don't think that's wise. They've already proven to be able to muster significant strength, and I don't want to stay in this area any longer than we have to. Besides, we need to get the Captain to safety, and I think the only place that's even remotely close to being safe right now is the Watchhouse."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Problem being, we don't know how to get to the Watchhouse from here, Mister Locasta!" Dagnyr calls out. "If you know how to do that without stopping to get our bearings, I implor you to do so."