'Of course, not everything went exactly according to plan..."<br/><br/>Yuli giggled softly, giving her midsection a soft little pat as it jostled and swayed, the soft gurgles and churns coming from within slowing increasing in volume "Oh, my dear...things never do. It is only by luck you knew about it - a squealer we didn't discover until too late. Of course, they've already been..." Running her hands over her stomach, the gorgeous succubus grinned coyly "....dealt with. "<br/><br/>Licking her lips in an attempt to combat the dryness of her mouth, Vitala continued in her little story, trying desperately not to look at the bulging belly just a few feet away - or listened to the muffled voice and churns coming from within "It was only by luck they were the ones who happened upon the ritual. The hallways were like a maze, some sort of pocket dimension....Vexal and Zukris had to split up at the first Y-path, each leading their half of troops down a separate corridor....then, those groups had to split. Then, those smaller groups had to split....pretty soon, well..."  Vitala's voice trailed off,  the silence it brought broken by a loud, muffled 'Mmmph!!' from inside the Succubus' twitching stomach, followed by an especially loud gurgle.<br/><br/>Moaning softly, Yuli stretched out fully ,giving her swollen, gurgling stomach a happy pat "Mmm, good boy...squirm. Ohh, if only I could digest you twice. Mmm...now, Vexal and Zukris? I've heard of them both....Vexal is supposed to be some good-two shoes, if I'm not mistaken? I've heard he's got quite a lecherous side, though....his lusts have gotten the better of him more than once. Ohhh, and I've heard tale he enjoys his meals squirming a little too much...Zukris, well...what's there to say? Big girl, prefers to introduce her foes to her stomach rather than a blade...Mmm, how I'd love to gulp that big lizard down..."<br/><br/>"Continue, dear..."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Vexal</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/Vexal_zpsc1aa0a16.png"/><br/>Artist unknown</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Zukris</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/guardlizzie.jpg"/><br/><br/>Artist - Landing Zone</div></div></div><br/><br/>Swallowing hard, her gaze locked on that wriggling stomach, Vitala continued "Well, noone knew much of anything, beyond whatever they were messing with was powerful...and it was doing a good job of forcing them to split up, lest they never get to their destination. Needless to say, Zukris was starting to get incredibly frustrated...."<br/><br/><br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Some time ago, miles and miles away...</span><br/><br/><br/>"GRRRRAAAAAH!!!" Growling in frustration, Zukris picked up a barrel and threw it across the room, the wooden container shattering into a hundred tiny splinters as it crashed against the far wall, some twenty feet away "This is REDICULOUS! It's like walking in gods-be-damned CIRCLES!"  It was pretty easy to tell the twelve-foot-tall dragoness was starting to get extremely upset, perhaps with good reason. It was literally like walking in circles, this was the SAME DAMN ROOM they'd come across a half-dozen times now, with not even a single varied detail, right down to dust, cobwebs, and barrels.<br/><br/>The same thing - a Y junction. Clearly, both 'junctions' led to different areas, otherwise their entire troop would have ended up here. Which one led to the RIGHT area, though?! It was like slamming their heads against the wall and hoping they'd eventually stumble upon the right path.<br/><br/>The 'raid' had started with a flurry of activity, the old church of Mylaera absolutely swarmed with the Bright-Blades, the generally well-thought-of mercenary company who had a home in the small city of Goldrock. The few guards that had been stationed on the upper floors quickly found themselves overwhelmed by the fifty-plus members, and just as quickly, they were crammed into bellies or ran through with blades, save for a single one who was questioned quickly and efficiently. 'Beneath the church'. Simple enough.<br/><br/>At least, that was the first impression. After combing the numerous halls, people began to dissappear, four and five at a time. Groups simply vanished. Some, surprisingly enough, reappeared in the main chamber of the church of the Goddess of Justice. Others were not seen of again, at least in the first twenty to thirty minutes of searching. The 'raid' slowed to a crawl, and those few individuals who had a little bit of magical prowess finally came to the conclusion that the area beneath the church was something of a 'Pocket dimension', and they were dealing with powerful magic. A bit more deliberation, and the consensus stood at 'Try enough paths, and eventually the right one would be found."<br/><br/>Not to be swayed, Vexal commanded half of his troops to start combing one half of the halls beneath the church, and for Zukris to lead the other half in the opposite direction.<br/><br/>That was twenty minutes ago.<br/><br/>Time after time, the troup had been forced to split, until eventually only seven remained - Zukris, Linal, Mystari, Sunete, Cragsplitter, Rylia, and Brady.<br/><br/>"This is complete dung! Gods-be-damned, can't any of you magic-types waggle your fingers and work up some hodge-podge to get us out of this?!" It was a question she'd asked no less than a half dozen times.  Zukris had NEVER lost her temper before. She'd always been so even-keeled, even polite in her own special way, but something about this place just seemed to push her buttons in the wrong way. Maybe she was even a little scared, it was difficult to tell. Whatever the case, she was certainly on edge.<br/><br/>"The only magic I can work is in my lips, sweetheart." Linal offered up, grinning like an idiot. Despite the situation, he'd not lost his special brand of humor, nor did he seem especially worried - just taking life as it came, cruddy situation or no.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Linal</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/Linal_zps37e90606.png"/><br/>Artist unknown</div></div></div><br/><br/>"....Linal, I will eat you. Okay? I'll eat you."  Zukris responded threateningly. Despite her best efforts, though, she couldn't stop herself from smiling, albeit briefly. That idiot always managed to put her at ease.<br/><br/>Mystari took a few brief seconds to concentrate, scanning the room with her softly glowing eyes, especially the 'Y' junction at the far end of the room. Finally, she heaved a soft sigh, shaking her head slowly back and forth "It's the same thing, Zukris...the room itself is not magical. The hallways are. It's just like a maze - eventually, one of us has to take enough right turns to end up where we need to be....and hope that nothing too nasty is waiting for us." The fox girl had been checking constantly for any residual magic, any spells, ANYTHING to help lead them in the right direction...and thus far, nothing had turned up.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Mystari</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/1331368408336.png"/><br/>Arist unknown</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Rubbing her temples, Zukris sighed, staring at the two walkways at the far end of the stone room. The same everburning torches lined the walls. The same barrels...same dirt....oy, this was getting repetitive "Ugh. Well, do we have any more suggestions?" Turning her attention to the six under her command, she crossed her arms over her chest expectantly, hoping that someone had a bright idea "Or dare we split up again? This is just getting stupid."<br/><br/>Linal is the first to speak up, a wry smile plastered across his muzzle "Aye, I've a suggestion. We should all designate our positions, eh? I start us off - Rear Guard Linal, reporting in."<br/><br/>Snapping a smart salute, the big male fox strutted right up beside Sunete, and quickly reached out a hand, giving her rump a solid little slap, along with a teasing little squeeze. Not even bothering to release that lovely rear, he offers up a coy little grin, winking playfully up at the lovely giantess "I humbly offer to guard this rear right here, and the lovely gal it's connected to. It has nothing to fear from anyone!.....cept me." Punctuating his words, he gives that fleshy rump another soft, teasing squeeze, seemingly not caring in the slightest how openly he did so.<br/><br/>Rolling her eyes, Zukris gazed across Rylia, Sunete, Gragsplitter, and Brady. She didn't know much about any of them, and certainly didn't know much about their abilities  "Ideas? Speak up."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>EXP scroll<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;">I appreciate everyone getting their sheets ready on time, and great job on the backgrounds. Gives me a lot to work with. <br/><br/>Rylia - 6000 + 500 (Background) + 500 (Picture) + 100 (Completed sheet on time) = 7100<br/>Sunete - 6000 + 500 (Background) + 500 (Picture) + 100 (Completed sheet on time) = 7100<br/>Cragsplitter - 6000 + 500 (Background) + 500 (Picture) + 100 (Completed sheet on time) = 7100 (Note, your picture is not showing up, but you've shown it to me.)<br/>Brady - 6000 + 500 (Background) + 500 (Picture) + 100 (Completed sheet on time) = 7100</div></div></div><br/><br/>Note<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;">I understand there is not a huge amount to respond to here, this is just an opening to let the party offer up opinions, and perhaps learn a little about each other.<br/><br/>Idealy, you've known each other a few days, or possibly much less - so you don't know much about each other, or haven't even offically 'met' at all, beyond roaming around these halls together. The merc-company is decently large, so it's not uncommon for it to take a while to get to know everyone.<br/><br/>I've never been great at intros, but things will pick up after this, as I get more and more things to go off of.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Rolling<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;">Rolls will be made using EvilDM (I know, awesome name, right? &gt;:3), found here.<br/><br/><!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://dice.evildm.net/">http://dice.evildm.net/</a><!-- m --><br/><br/>Email the results to <!-- e --><a href="mailto:Kahmoriittsoro@yahoo.com">Kahmoriittsoro@yahoo.com</a><!-- e --><br/>Be sure to notate what the roll is for!</div></div></div>