[[OK, let's see just what I can get out... or, depending on dice, get in. How much damage?<br/><br/>edit: Also, I may be back, but work is still pretty randomly hectic and will be for a week or so; if you're ready to update without me for the rest of the encounter by all means do it to keep things moving. The pause was at least partly my fault after all!]]<br/><br/>The plan had been clear in her head right up to the point where she caught sight of the Blackscale. She'd been warned of its size, of its strength, but as soon as she saw it... Alizome gaped. She'd picked out a good ambush hole, hard to see, but as the large lizardman thundered by her she froze. It was so big. How could her tiny swords, her tiny bow, do anything? The smell of him washed over her, as she opened her mouth to stare- unbidden, the idea of what it would feel like on top of her,<span style="font-size: 50%; line-height: 116%;">inside her</span>bubbled, and she started to smile and flush.<br/><br/>Then the lizard turned, and made eye contact with her. Slitted eyes narrowed, in a familiar way, and Alizome knew her own eyes just stared eagerly at the giant lizard. It enjoyed what it saw enough to turn from its course and come after her, and Alizome made no movement to evade, nor to defend herself. She could, in her mind, already feel it wrapping around her, drawing her into a tight stomach, and she kept her weapons sheathed. The lizardman snatched her effortlessly, and Alizome actually smiled as it crammed her into its mouth. Hot, sour lizard drool soaked her head, and she relaxed as she felt the teeth sink into her and open more routes into the nutritious flesh beneath. Entranced and happy, she was briefly at peace with her fate to feed this giant, her only regret that it didn't want to have some fun with her first. That lasted right until her head crammed into its throat, and she heard the rumble of a stomach eager to receive her below.<span style="font-style: italic">Get a hold of yourself!</span>the harsh though bounced through her mind, washing away the foggy, warm torpor she'd gone into- such was a hazard for her, for with as much training as she'd had in being eaten, sometimes the urge to do so overpowered self preservation. Always, though, she would return to herself, and reassert her desire to not be eaten until she was sure there was nothing more fun left in the world to experience. That day was not today. Wordlessly, grabbing a hold of two wickedly sharp back teeth, Alizome shoved herself backward over the serpent's tongue counting on her prior docility to have him not be holding her as tightly as he should.<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/122559">Escape Artist Check</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+12</span><span style="font-weight: bold">27</span>]]