<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;">I've decided to move the game ahead, as it's been nearly a week wait already. I will add in a fourth party member as time and story permits, rather than trying to force one in on-the-spot, as I'd previously had intentions of doing. That being said, this post is a monster, so...enjoy!</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Brady, Sunete... </span><br/><br/>Up close and personal, Brady could make out the finer details that a belly full of prey offered. Not only the gurgles and churns and the subtle 'sloshyness' that slowly began to develope in that rounded belly, but every little movement, every squirm, of the doomed catboy could be clearly seen in the smooth flesh of Sunete's stomach. Every time he squirmed, it jostled from one side to the other, bouncing lightly as it's occupant tried desperately to free himself from his fleshy, digestive prison, but to no avail. Every few seconds, a little bulge appeared and dissappeared in that smooth, stretched flesh as the catboy pressed a hand desperately into the fleshy interior of Sunete's tummy, or stretched a leg out in an effort to make that belly become disgruntled and throw him back up the throat above him. Of course, it doesn't succeed in the slightest.<br/><br/>Whilst the lizardess changeling had no doubt enjoyed her own fair share, the 'outside, looking in' view offered an entirely new perspective.<br/><br/>Sunete, on the other hand, was getting the most miraculous massage imaginable. The feline's slightly spicy-sweet taste still danced upon her lips, and every movement within that domed belly was like a little internal massage, those frantically swaying hands doing little more than stroking the inside of her full, gurgling belly, which in turn, only seemed to excite that belly all the more. "Ahhh!! Ow..w-wait!!! S-stop!! I...I..." she hears from somewhere inside of her belly before another loud gurgles muffles his words, making them inaudible. The squirming that follows, though, only intensifies that wonderful massage, making his desires all the less relevant.<br/><br/>Slowy, Sunete can feel her belly starting to get the best of the squirmy prey within, starting to squeeze in on him more and more effeciently, his weakening muscles unable to fight back quick as powerfully. With a sudden 'Grrrrgle', her stomach shrinks nearly six inches, the catboy inside forced to curl up into a tiny little ball of food as those constant contractions wile away at him. Still, she can feel him moving inside, trying to press back against those strong stomach muscles, but with little success. The sudden flood of nutrients that fills her bloodstream following that sudden 'squeeze' sends sparks throughout her body - nutrions truely were delicious things.<br/><br/>Gallen knew he was in trouble - the stomach was stronger than he was, and those acids....gods, it felt like his body was on fire. Every movement, every squeeze, made a little tingle of pain shoot throughout his body, and he could already feel himself weakening....if he didn't escape, and soon...there was only one way he'd be leaving the giantess' body, and it would not be in the same form as when he went in. Gathering up his last bit of strength, Gallen cries out frantically, his voice muffled by layers of flesh and the deep, loud gurgle of a happy belly, but still audible - barely "I...I'll lick your pussy every night! Your rump!! I'll do anything you ask, EVERYTHING you ask!! I'll be your t-toy!! L-let me go!! I...I'll...pleasure you in ways you've...never dreamed..!! I...I...can give you gold? I know where they're keeping it!! I'll even pick the chest open for you, if y-you clear them out..!" It was a last ditch effort to get himself out of that gurgling chamber, away from those digestive acids that were slowly but surely dissolving him alive.<br/><br/>Gallen - 10/33<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> All... </span><br/><br/>Rolling her eyes at the Giantess and Lizard girl's display of affection, Rylia sighs "Well, since we've obviously found not only the exit of the maze, but where these idiots are hiding...I'm going to go get the rest of our group. Odds are, they're not very far away yet. Better now than later." Taking one final glance around the interior of the room, Rylia turns and - without so much as another word - steps back into the hallway....and promptly dissappears, the same strange, fog-like substance surrounding her....and simply carrying her away. There was no telling if going back through the hallway would provide her a route to the rest of the troop, but it was worth a shot. It would be better to have backup, if there were really as many as Gallen was saying...<br/><br/>Of course, if she couldn't get back, the party was down another person...<br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Cragsplitter wrote:</cite> Bear charge, full cock ahead! </div></blockquote><br/><br/>There was little time to think about it, as shortly after Rylia depated, Cragsplitter decided he'd had enough waiting. A few long strides it all it took to close the distance to the end of the fasting chamber, and with a quick left turn the lumbering bear was off, down a long, straight, and wide corridor that no doubt led further into the enemy's defenses.<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;">Normally, it would be difficult for the party to keep pace with someone who got such a head start ,but Cragsplitter is not the fastest bear around. Despite the surprising action, those who wish to keep pace with him will be able to, assuming they're also not slow.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Elsewhere....<br/><br/>*Thud...Thud....thud.....thud....THUD...THUD....THUD...*<br/><br/>Armored bears charging through stone hallways were not the most stealthy of creatures.<br/><br/><br/>"Do you hear that?" The chess game momentarily forgotten, Hershel glanced up at the doorway at the far end of the room. It wasn't the ritual....it was something coming from the hallway?  They only had a few forces stationed outside, nothing that could make -<br/><br/>"...I think someone made it through the maze." Kaitlyn said breathlessly, surprise etched upon her pretty, soft-skinned face "...How in the hell did someone make it through? There was, what, four hundred different-"<br/><br/>"WHO CARES? Everyone, get ready!!! Dalin, Ventressa, get your weapons. Kaitlyn, stay in the back. Did Gallen make it back yet? Bah, little bastard - I'm not surprised." Chess peices scatter across the floor as Hershel throws up the table he had been sitting behind, ducking down behind it for a bit of cover. Without so much as wasting a second, he snags his crossbow and begins to crank it back, setting a bolt into the slot.<br/><br/>"Yunni, get into position...Laebras, position...."  Barrels, tables, and even a small chair are upturned for cover, the small mercenary group taking up positions and waiting, now in total silence....<br/><br/>*THUD....THUD.....THUD.....*<br/><br/>And waiting....<br/><br/>*<span style="font-weight: bold">THUD</span>...<span style="font-weight: bold">THUD</span>...<span style="font-weight: bold">THUD</span>...*<br/><br/><br/>Suddenly, through the far eastern doorway, a bundle of white fur, muscle, and throbbing erection bursts through into the room.<br/><br/>There is a single, brief second of utter and complete silence, seven faces turned in open-mouthed surprise at the sudden appearance of the monsterous polar bear...and his equally as large friend below.<br/><br/>Kaitlyn is finally the one to break the silence, her eyes roaming from the bear's face...to the throbbing erection, and testicles danging beneath. Pursing her lips, she says with a coy smirk "I see my package has arrived."<br/><br/>"FIRE!!! SHOOT HIM!" Hershel cries at the top of his lungs.<br/><br/>Cragsplitter is hit by a hail of various projectiles, including two missles of pure, magical energy that fly from the human woman's outstretched fingers in the far back.<br/><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;">Kaitlyn uses ready action to 'attack first thing in the door', magic missle - 2d4 + 2  (1,3 + 2) = 6 damage<br/><br/>Hershel uses ready action to 'attack first thing through the door', Crossbow bolt - 1d20 (17) + 6 = 23. Hit.     1d10 (5) -   5 damage.<br/><br/>Yunni uses ready action to 'attack first thing through the door', arrow - 1d20 (15) + 5 = 20. Hit.  1d8 (8) + 1 = 9 damage.<br/><br/>Laebras uses ready action to 'attack first thing through the door', dagger - 1d20 (18) + 4, -2 range = 20. Hit.   1d4(2) + 1 damage = 3 damage<br/><br/>Ventressa uses ready action to 'attack first thing through the door', dagger 1d20 (18) + 5, -2 range = 21. Hit.   1d4(3) + 1 damage = 4 damage.<br/><br/>Dalin uses ready action to 'attack first thing through the door', thrown chair, 1d20 (10) + 1, -4 weapon penalty, -6 range penalty = 1. Miss<br/><br/>Cragsplitter takes a total of 27 damage.</div></div></div><br/><br/>The human female kneeled down behind the table in the far western corner of the room mutters a few hurried words and points towards Cragsplitter. Two glowing magical orbs of pure energy sweep through the air, colliding violently with the side of the bear's neck. It hurts, and leaves a small burnt patch of fur in it's wake (Along with a nasty burn), but it hardly stops the large bear.<br/><br/>Peeking up over the top, a male vulpine aims a small heavy crossbow at the large bear. Shortly afterwards, a bolt impales itself into his upper thigh, thankfully more on the fleshy outskirts rather than directly through the musle or worse, bone. With the damage done, the fox immediently begins to reload, setting to work cranking the crossbow to reset the it...<br/><br/>The arrow that follows it, however, finds a much more telling mark, and imbeds itself square in the center of his sternum,  a nearly perfect shot, and one that hurts immensly. The shooter, a very short, slender half-elf female of some sort stands just behind an overturned chair, her longbow preventing her from kneeling effectively. The chair itself provides minimal cover at best.<br/><br/>A duo of daggers comes in last, one of them clipping his ear, and the other leaving a long, nasty gash across his left arm, from his forarm all the way to his elbow. Neither dagger imbeds itself into his flesh, but both leave telling wounds. One of the daggers flies from behind a nearby pillar, where a white-furred hand quickly retracts - a small male tiger. The other comes from an absolutely gorgeous tiefling, tall and slender, with wide hips and minimalist armor.<br/><br/>Finally, a freakin' chair. Someone threw a CHAIR?! It hits Cragsplitter and harmlessly bounces off, doing little damage beyond, no doubt, just making the big bear even more angry than before. The small, lightly armored canine male that quickly retracts his head behind another pillar seems to be the culprit - and one that wished to remain unseen.<br/><br/><br/>As the chair bounces off, there is another brief moment of silence, the group clearly expecting the bear to collapse to the ground. Instead, he just seems more pissed off.<br/><br/>"...Aww hell, he didn't go down. Hit him again. KAITLYN, HIT HIM AGAIN!" Hershel calls at the top of his lungs "Kill him! quick! There might be more!"<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Hershel</span><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;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/1340782693wolf-nymph_foxlightning_painterly_upload_zps6c805e2c.jpg"/><br/><br/>Standing at just over five and a half feet tall, the vulpine cuts a narrow figure. His arms are surprisingly strong looking, likely from years of cranking the crossbow in his hands. Beyond that, he carries no weapons, though his claws look sharp enough to be dangerous, if cornered in close combat. His armor is minimal, consisting of simple leather wraps across his hands, arms, and legs.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Dalin </span><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;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/1358586198783_zpsb34f6181.jpg"/><br/><br/>Dalin is a small ,but firmly built canine. He wears a suit of peicemeal chainmail armor, most of it attached to his clothing. He does not seem to have moved quick enough to gather up his weapom before Cragsplitter arrived, and is currently armed with nothing but a short, curve-bladed dagger, much akin to a Kukri.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Holka </span><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;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/1340738927aolun_neko-maya_aolun_1024.png"/><br/><br/>Holka is either a feline mix-breed with a heavy emphasis on tiger, or simply a smaller, thinner tiger. He stands entirely armorless AND weaponless....though, despite his lack of a weapons, he seems rather confident, hands balled up into fists at his sides...</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Yunni </span><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;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/180715_zps322184c6.png"/><br/><br/>Yunni is a very short, slender half-elvish girl clad in simple leather armor, with a bow that is nearly as tall as she is. Despite the size difference, she seems rather proficient with it. She also carries a small, thin blade at her side known as a 'Elven Slimblade'. The fact it's in the hands of a half-elf likely means it was either stolen, or the previous user is no longer alive to use it.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Kaitlyn </span><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;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/028_zpse2c19262.jpg"/><br/><br/>Kaitlyn is a human girl in just about the most provacative clothing imaginable. Not only is she incredibly busty, but her clothing does VERY little to hold back that bust that just seems to be BEGGING to spill out. Her clothes consist of a robe (if you can even call it that), and little else - no armor to speak of. She is obviously a magic user of some sort.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Laebras </span><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;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/mongirl_65_zps20ba5232.jpg"/><br/><br/>Laebras is a tiefling, and a rather tall one at that. Easily six and a half feet tall, she is nonetheless surprisingly slender, and incredibly beautiful. The only indication of her tiefling heritage is the two backwards-curved horns sprouting from the top of her head. Her weapon of choice seems to be a leaf-bladed two-handed sword, and her armor is rather minimal and surprisingly revealing - no doubt, the armor is 'enchanted' to provide greater protection, and allow her to more easily swallow those who oppose her.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Ventressa </span><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;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/15_claw_zps720b324d.jpg"/><br/><br/>Ventressa is a young human girl, likely in her late teens or early twenties. Her weapon of choice appears to be tiger claws, or Baki - very dangerous weapons when up close and personal. Her armor consists of a mixture of padded and leather, allowing plenty of freedom of movement, along with decent protection.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/>Kaitlyn - AC 15, Touch AC 15, HP - 15/15<br/>Hershel - AC 16, Touch AC 12, HP - 30/30<br/>Ventressa - AC 15, Touch AC 11, HP - 21/21<br/>Yunni - AC 16, Touch AC 13, HP - 24/24<br/>Laebras - AC 18, Touch AC 12, HP - 36/36<br/>Holka - AC 16, Touch AC 16, HP - 22/22<br/>Dalin - AC 13, Touch AC 11, HP - 23/23