<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">&lt;Jolly Barbazu third floor&gt;</span></span><br/>"Yup." says Soma. As she raises the key, a bright pinpoint of light appears in the blank wall and expands into a glowing keyhole. She inserts the key and turns it.<br/>With a click and a humming noise, a door-shaped section of masonry fades out of existence. Somehow--though it's set into the outer wall of the inn--somehow on the other side of this doorway lies a large foyer.<br/><br/>Soma and Jess breeze thru the magical doorway and into the imperial suite, giggling like children on Christmas morning.<br/>"Look!" says Jess, spinning around to take it all in. "It's different!"<br/>"Yeah..." says Soma in a wondering voice "They must conjure it anew each time..."<br/><br/>The suite's name is deserved: it is indeed fit for an emperor. It is easily the most splendorous furnishings the PCs have ever had (except perhaps Auralia, who once spent time in the heavenly ziggurat of Yetsirah where jewels are used as tiles).<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">[The accommodations are incredibly soothing to the body and nerves; any character who rests in the suite for at least 8 hours heals at twice the normal rate and gets a +1 morale bonus to saving throws that lasts for four hours after leaving]</span><br/><br/>{{a more detailed description of the interior is forthcoming. You can assume there are comfortable chairs, tables, etc. Archways from the foyer lead to bedrooms, bathing rooms, and a lounge.}}<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">&lt;Rihyan&gt;</span></span><br/>The centaur swoops north, churning the yellow haze with each stroke of his wings. From what he sees, he can piece together that before this area became a mercenary camp, it was originally a well-groomed garden. Here and there, small groups are gathered around fires or outside of tents; most react with alarm at the sound of huge wings overhead (wary of being dive-bombed by a predator).<br/><br/>Rihyan zig-zags and peers down into shady nooks and crannies in search of the missing Borygan, but doesn't find him anywhere near the inn.<br/><br/>Continuing north, the direction Chrrou said he should search, the centaur approaches the center of the town of Armel: a flagstone-paved square plaza the size of a baseball field. The area is well-lit, allowing Rihyan a better view thru the haze. But he still has no luck finding Geno, as there are also over a hundred invididuals milling about here. To the north of the square is a rectangular open-roofed structure--an arena. To the east of the square are a number of identical looking wooden cabins, and beyond those to the east lies Fort Armel itself. Along the west and south edges of the square are clusters of large tents. The interior of the square is mostly empty save for a few merchant carts that are open to nocturnal customers.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">[16 spot is not enough. Rihyan might have better luck if he takes 20, though of course that will take more time and will require him to circle conspicuously over the square]</span><br/><br/>(If Mindy uses her full fly speed, the description written above also applies to her and she should make a spot check)<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">&lt;Jolly Barbazu exterior&gt;</span></span><br/>"Uh...hi." says Lin meekly to the strangers. She is scared of the cloaked guy with the huge weapon, until Sashi turns towards her and Lin sees that it's a young woman with a kindly face.<br/><br/><br/><br/>(assuming that Chrrou, Mindy and Sashi spend only a few moments with Kahmori before hurrying off:)<br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">[Chrrou: make a Surival check to determine maximum tracking speed. The others can <a class="postlink" href="http://www.d20srd.org/srd/skills/usingSkills.htm#aidAnother">aid him</a>.]</span><br/>The trail leads north in a straight line, thru an area of ruined hedgerows and garden sculptures. Geno's trail continues to follow that of the heavy quadruped. Whether this is by coincidence or intention Chrrou still cannot tell; this path from the Jolly Barbazu to the town square sees a lot of traffic.<br/><br/>The trackers pass by a few encampments, and a trio of lizardfolk who are walking south towards the Inn. A few dirty looks are exchanged, but no one gives the PCs any trouble (Sashi's weapon discourages them from thinking of Chrrou or Mindy as easy prey).<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">&lt;Nurkisi's tent&gt;</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">[(forgot to do this:)Geno must make a DC:22 will save or become shaken for 3 rounds from Nurkisi's Terrible Jaws feat]<br/>[Geno takes -4 on attack rolls because he is grappling. The bite misses; one claw hits, and the second claw hits <span style="text-decoration: underline">if</span> he made his will save.]</span><br/>The furious dragonkin swipes at his captor, raking bloody lines in her green torso and arms. He is certainly one of her more painful meals--she really wishes he had just cooperated and turned into a micro, instead of throwing a fit and making a mess of things like this.<br/><br/>Pain or no pain, the foxtaur's hunger is unrelenting. She grabs and pins one of his claws by the wrist, and crams it in past her momentarily-widened fangs. She does the same for the other claw, leaving Geno with nothing to slow his descent.<br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">*[Nurkisi swallow attack: 1d20(3)+26+2*=31; Geno is sent to Nurkisi's stomach unless he resists DC 31.]<br/>(if the first attempt failed:) *[Nurkisi swallow attack: 1d20(19)+26+2*=47; Geno is sent to Nurkisi's stomach unless he resists DC 47.]</span><br/>(assuming that Geno failed:)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">*gulp* *gulp* *gulp*</span></span><br/><br/>It takes only a few seconds--to him it feels like a horrible eternity--for Geno to sink up to his shoulders. But for his head, his entire body is now utterly encased by the taur's own. The hot, rippling muscles pin him in place like a mummy, with no slack to kick or spread his arms/wings or even to wriggle more than an inch in any direction.<br/><br/>Viewed from outside, the taur is remarkably unaffected by the size of her meal; Geno, for all of his furious thrashing, is causing only a modest distension of her upper half. Nurkisi pauses, and gestures to Wu. The human understands immediately and rushes over to massage his master's lumpy throat, where the prey's shoulders are.<br/><br/>Nurkisi rumbles with a blissful purr of approval that Geno can<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>as well as hear.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">*gul-l-lp*</span></span>she swallows, hard, sending the lump beneath Wu's fingers plummeting.<br/><br/>Geno feels his tail and legs forced around a right-angle turn then against a dead-end--the entrance to her lower stomach. At the same time, his head slides completely into the foxtaur's maw. His chin now rests on the bumpy rear of her tongue, his horns scrape against her soft pallate (causing her no discomfort). In front him is a terrible sight: Nurkisi's drool-soaked mouth, seen from uvula's-eye-view. The taur pauses again, savoring the moment of predatory triumph.<br/><br/>At last, she can no longer resist. The last thing Geno sees is Wu's awed face peering into the fang-framed gap. Then the jaws clamp shut, and the restless, slathering tongue rises up to press on his snout.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">***GLURMPH***</span></span><br/><br/>With a loud disgusting squelching noise, Nurkisi plunges Geno down her throat and thru the puckered cardia into the awaiting cauldron.<br/><br/>Geno arrives with a splash. The foxtaur's viscera had been burning with anticipation ever since he first met her, so the chamber has already filled a third of the way with acid.<br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">[digestion damage: 1d8(2)+8=10, <span style="font-weight: bold">5 crushing damage</span>]</span><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*glorglumorgmm*</span><br/>[Geno HP: 35/84] [Rage HP(8 rounds remaining): 51/100]<br/>[Nurkisi stomach escape DC: 41, internal AC: 25][/size]<br/>He has no idea what is going on outside. His world is nothing but darkness, heat, sloshing brine and organic noises.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>"Oohhh." says Nurkisi lustfully, flooded with carnal satisfaction by her act. She look at Wu with longing, half-crazed eyes.<br/><br/><br/>"...!" the human backs away, knowing that his master's predatory instinct is much stronger than her feelings for him.<br/><br/><br/>Fortunately for the servant, Nurkisi isn't interested in seconds. She staggers over to her bed (Geno's mass doesn't hinder her; she staggers because she is drunk with pleasure) and collapses belly-first (an unpleasant experience for its occupant) onto the silk cushions. She then rolls over onto her back and starts to unbuckle the lower plates of her armor. Wu sets his dagger on the table and rushes over to help her.