[[<span style="font-weight: bold">Alizome's exit</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;">There didn't seem to be much point in struggling anymore. The sphincter was just over her enlarged form's head, as she lay curled inside Xarces' churning, contracting stomach, but it seemed far more remote than it had been before. She kept remembering snatches of song that he'd sung to her before Adrastia came in, and they seemed to meld into the man's heartbeat, the sounds of her own digestion, and her devourer's moans of pleasure both at the feeling of her softening and of what he felt in the half-dragon's embrace. It was proper. She couldn't get out, not anymore, and if he'd decided to make her part of him Alizome couldn't dislike the man for it. Arms feebly pawed between her legs, the elven courtesan determined to wring one last pleasure from this life- sensitive everywhere under the assault of his fluids, it didn't take much more stimulation before Alizome kicked once more, feebly, and moaned a gurgling, trailing off cry of desperate pleasure before slumping bonelessly into a fold of his stomach. <br/><br/>She could feel herself, now, being hurried towards a more thorough absorption to fuel the lovemaking man as he grunted and thrust into Adrastia, and his body marshaled resources to keep him working. Chunks of her flesh, softened almost to liquid, floated off her bones rather than being torn off to thicken the soup around her. The sour chyme submerged her once and for all, blocking out all sounds but the bubbling, gurgling sound of flesh softening and melting. Her mind held on a little longer, basking in the fatal and incomprehensible pleasure of being melted down by a stomach even as nerves failed and dissolved into the stew around her. Only when she began to drain into Xarces' intestines to be taken up did she finally and mercifully lose consciousness for the last time, before she had to experience her body being pulled through into his bloodstream. Instead, she simply floated away into at least a temporary death lulled by the heat of her friends' bodies pleasuring each other and the sound of her own gooey digestion....</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>---<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Misha</span><br/><br/>"Royalport?" Misha half-yelled, half-screeched. "What in all the hells is in ROYALPORT?"<br/><br/>"Regalport," the other harpy corrected. "Regalport, Misha, and what's there is a group that Aunt Zorakatra has an interest in. You know she tries to have someone reporting on what's going on with all her business elsewhere, since she can't be everywhere at once-"<br/><br/>"But why me?" The younger harpy glowered, folding wings in front of her with a truculent look. "And you don't need to call her an Aunt, I know she's not really your-"<br/><br/>The other harpy- a raven-feathered matron with decided resemblance to the younger rebel- opened and snapped her jaw shut with an audible clack. "She's your aunt, Misha, because she's an older harpy, we're all a large family- whoever hatched out of whoever's egg- and most importantly, it's<span style="font-style: italic">tradition</span>that you call her Aunt and I call her sister. Biology doesn't have-"<br/><br/>"-It has everything to do with it! That's what the word means! You can't just go screwing with the meanings of words, that's just a step down from trying to change music-"<br/><br/>"-enough with your obsessions, daughter! I know you've got your head so far up your cloaca you're talking to yesterday's breakfast, but-"<br/><br/>"-just because I don't think you and the other cackling grandmothers have a monopoly on everything there is to-"<br/><br/>"-disrespect is tearing half the flock apart-"<br/><br/>"-can't stand that other of the young huntresses agree with me and not the-"<br/><br/>"-your magical ability isn't an excuse for anarchy-"<br/><br/>"-all afraid of how much better I understand who we are than you-"<br/><br/>"-dare you release a human man after sleeping with him-"<br/><br/>"-can do what I want with my friends-"<br/><br/>"-and it's not an offer, it's EXILE!"<br/><br/>That last word cut the argument short, residual tension hanging thick in the air of the house and a few stray black feathers shaken loose by wild gesticulating drifting slowly to the floor. Mother and daughter stare at each other, Misha's stern gaze finally cracking under the effort of maintaining a lack of regard for her situation. "...exile."<br/><br/>"Yes." Her mother half-turned away. "You're too young, too arrogant, and you need... experience. The flock's agreed, and whether or not you take Aunt Zorakatra's 'offer'... she meant to be charitable. She has a soft spot for you and the other impetuous ones, and she meant to soften the blow by giving you something important to do while away from the flock."<br/><br/>Another long silence, before Misha sniffed once very softly. Then, in iron control of her voice to keep any wavers inaudible even to a race that made a fine art of all the ways a voice could speak to emotions, "I understand. Will you be..."<br/><br/>"No. Your aunt will tell you all the details you need to know. I wanted to break the news to you in person." She plucked at her feathered forearm. "When you learn wisdom- not intelligence, daughter, but wisdom- your family will welcome you back with open wings. You know that, right?"<br/><br/>Misha stiffened, and said with fierce control, "When the flock learns wisdom, I'll welcome your apology." Turned, and stormed out with her slightly waddling gait (nature having adapted her more towards flight than running). The flock feared her. Well they should. There'd never been a harpy so soon come into adulthood that had such control of her voice and the magic that sang the world. By the time she was her mother's age, how much could she control?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Later that day- in Regalport</span><br/><br/>Zorakatra had read her face, and kindly offered to teleport the young and rebellious harpy to her destination without forcing her to go through any more painful confrontations with more immediate family. She had no sisters, having been the only egg in her clutch. She knew all that Zorakatra wanted her to know about the people she would meet, and what was desired- and of her more secret mission, keeping an eye on one who had digested her Aunt's prior envoy and ensuring the return of the remains to Aunt Zorakatra. So, the group enjoyed eating? Well, so did Misha, so that was something. Many would likely look at her lanky, thin-boned frame and waddle and imagine her an easy poultry dinner. She hoped she would have an opportunity to display the error in those thoughts before she had to... punish anyone who underestimated her. Misha too was in a black mood, and spent the two days before 'her' ship arrived prowling the streets and looking for something of redeeming fun value to do- couldn't eat, since she may need to devour something or someone quickly once they set out, and didn't much want to sleep with anyone lest she trigger the mate-then-meal reflex in a harpy's brain that she'd barely overcome once before. That didn't leave a lot, Regalport not having the... best library.<br/><br/>At least there were compensations. Why, there was a kitsune here she could guess was hiding something, and had expressed interest both in her magical abilities as well as the people Misha was here to help and observe. It seemed natural to cozy up to the other woman, and do her best to secure at least one friend before stepping into the relative unknown. She could even show off her magic and try to teach the fox-tailed woman! Of course it failed, her 'pupil' having the inborn arcane talent of a sprightly garden slug, but Misha hardly minded that when she had such soft tails to play with at the same time she was able to lecture learnedly to someone actually interested in what she could do rather than inclined to yell at her to keep to the approved magical paths and not stray into the unknown by herself. Hah! Well, the molting worriers back home could just sit and glower now. She was free from their rules, their traditions. She could study whatever spells she wanted, sleep with and eat or not eat whoever she wanted, and generally behave like a scandalous disgrace to polite harpy society. And when she returned, she'd have some pointed songs to sing to those who ruled. In the meantime, she kept a decently close watch on the harbor- not every hour of every day of course, but enough to know when ships arrived and left. She could then start prowling and hunting for the people her aunt had described! Of course, her new friend she also told immediately when she sighted a new and likely-looking sailing ship far out to harbor. Couldn't be seen to keep secrets this early no matter if she was or not...<br/><br/>[[Image:<a class="postlink" href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/214/0/a/harpy_by_znodden-d59hfib.png">http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/214/0/a/harpy_by_znodden-d59hfib.png</a>is pretty close to how I imagine Misha, for everyone's benefit! The sheet's reposted under spoilers.]]<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;">Name: Misha <br/>Race: Harpy<br/>Class: Sorcerer (Maestro Bloodline) 7<br/>Alignment: Chaotic Neutral<br/><br/><br/>***Race: Plains Harpy [13 RP]***<br/>Type: Humanoid [0]<br/>Size: Medium [0]<br/>Speed: Slow [-1]<br/>Language Group: Standard (Racial Language, Harpy) [0]<br/>Attributes: Standard (+2 DEX, +2 CHA, -2 CON) [0]<br/>Flight+Improved Flight (30' speed, Clumsy) [6]<br/>Natural Attack: Talon [1]<br/>Natural Attack: Wing [1]<br/>Object of Desire (+1 to Charm spells) [1]<br/>Quick Reactions (Improved Init bonus feat) [4]<br/>Skill Training: Diplomacy and Perform (Sing) [1]<br/><br/>Notes: A very clannish subspecies of harpy, the Plains harpies are slow, weak, have pitiful flying ability, and would normally go extinct as a long line of poultry dinners were it not for their voices. Plains harpies are reputed to have the best natural singing voices of any race in the world, and most have enough of an affinity to weave magic into their captivating songs. Typically female, they require males of other races to mate. Traditionally, after finishing a night with their chosen husband, the plains harpy devours her exhausted lover to help nourish a clutch of eggs. More often, they hunt for food and pleasure, being exclusively carnivorous; here they use their harpies to tempt and enthrall prey, groups of harpies often take turns pulling mentally weak adventurers down their throats while the rest of them continue the fascinating song that keeps meals from struggling. <br/><br/><br/><br/>***Attributes***<br/><br/>STR 10 (+0)<br/>DEX 16 (+3) (+1 from Level 6 bonus, +2 from race))<br/>CON 10 (+0) (-2 from race)<br/>INT 12 (+1)<br/>WIS 13 (+1)<br/>CHA 20 (+5) (+2 from Level 2, 4 bonus, +2 from race)<br/><br/><br/><br/>***Statistics***<br/>HP: 30/30<br/>AC: 16 (13 touch, 13 flatfooted)<br/>CMB: +6<br/>CMD: 16 (13 flatfooted)<br/>BAB: +3<br/>Init: +7<br/>Speed: 20' on ground, 30'/Clumsy in air<br/><br/>Fort: +4<br/>Refl: +7<br/>Will: +8<br/><br/>Common Attacks:<br/>MW Light Crossbow (+7 to hit / 1d8+3 damage)<br/>Talon (-2 to hit, 1d4 damage) *+3 to hit if crossbow not equipped<br/>Wing (-2 to hit, 1d4 damage)<br/><br/><br/>***Skills*** (28 available points, since took skill at every level up for favored class)<br/><br/>Diplomacy:        +17 (7 + 3 (class) + 5 (Cha) + 2 (Feat))<br/>Fly:              +1  (3 + 3 (Class) + 3 (Dex) - 8 (Clumsy))<br/>Know(Arcana):     +8  (4 + 3 (class) + 1 (Int))<br/>Perform(Sing):    +15 (7 + 3 (class) + 5 (Cha))<br/>Spellcraft:       +10 (6 + 3 (Class) + 1 (Int))<br/>Use Magic Device: +9  (1 + 3 (Class) + 5 (Cha))<br/><br/><br/>***Sorcerer Info***<br/><br/>Bloodline: Maestro<br/><br/>Bloodline Special Ability: Treat all spells with ONLY Verbal components as +1 caster level higher.<br/><br/>Bloodline Power: Beguiling Voice. You can use the sound of voice to daze an enemy. Acts as the Daze spell, only it's language-dependent, has a 1 round duration, and can only be used on a living creature whose hit dice are not higher than your sorcerer level. Can use 3+CHA times a day.<br/><br/>Bloodline Power: Fascinate. You gain the ability to use a Perform skill to cause one or more creatures to become fascinated, as in the bardic ability. Save DC is 10+1/2 Sorcerer level + Charisma bonus (note: DC 18) and lasts 1 round/level. Can use twice per day.<br/><br/>Bonus Feat: Persuasive (+2 Diplomacy/Intimidate)<br/><br/>Spells:<br/><br/>*0th Level (infinite)<br/>Detect Magic<br/>Ghost Sound<br/>Light<br/>Mage Hand<br/>Open/Close<br/>Prestidigitation<br/>Read Magic<br/><br/>*1st Level (8/day)<br/>Charm Person<br/>Mage Armor<br/>Ray of Enfeeblement<br/>Reduce Person<br/>Silent Image<br/>Vanish<br/>Ventriloquism<br/><br/>*2nd Level (8/day)<br/>Hideous Laughter<br/>Mirror Image<br/>Scording Ray<br/>Lover's Luncheon<br/><br/>*3rd Level (5/day)<br/>Hold Person<br/>Nixie's Lure<br/>Suggestion<br/><br/>Common Metamagic Spells: Persistent Charm Person (3rd level slot), Persistent Reduce Person (3rd Level Slot)<br/><br/><br/>***Feats*** (7 available)<br/><br/>Eschew Materials, Simple Weapons Proficieincy, Persuasive, Improved Init (all from other sources)<br/>Agile Maneuvers (DEX instead of STR for CMB)<br/>Deadly Aim<br/>Determined Prey<br/>Persistent Spell<br/>Point-Blank Shot<br/>Precise Shot<br/>Unbirth<br/><br/><br/>***Gear*** (10.8k, 4185 gp left over, didn't know if starting gold improved since when starting at 5th level so I assumed it did but left lotsa room :V)<br/><br/>Masterwork Light Crossbow<br/>+1 Silken Ceremonial Armor<br/>Amulet of Natural Armor +1<br/>Cloak of Resistance +2 <br/>Hat of Disguise<br/>Wand of CLW<br/>Wand of Enlarge Person</div></div></div>