The tattooed wizard, sister to Myria, is not having a very good day. The party's focused on her, whether through proximity or because she's the one that had made herself a more visible threat with her fireball. Though Gorun comes first, his jump barely misses the step he'd expected to land on, and with all his balance he manages to turn the failed leap into a more-or-less steady slide in behind the woman to cut her retreat off. Xarithe sails in in his almost lazy way, raking his target again and again with the most ferocity that a large eagle could bring to bear. Neither of them, though, brings as much pain as Turilia. The magus is a veritable tornado, slamming the long wooden stick into the other caster again and again and even covering her back with a coating of frost. Blow after blow lands, and the mostly-human Turilia sees an opportunity she'd scorned before; as her prey stands there swaying and clearly dazed she grabs hold of one inked shoulder in her mouth. The grease and the warm, battered flesh underneath it rouse instincts that this time aren't controlled, and though the mage weakly tries to squirm away Turilia has a secure grip on the slippery woman. One eye dilated, the magus belts out a phrase in an ancient language that as best Turilia can hear, sounds like infernal- "Be changed!" And then the magi drives her elbow into Turilia's stomach. Heat rushes through her torso, and she can feel bones and muscles starting to tremble and shift even as the magus keeps trying to get away from her mouth.<br/><br/>As Albali sprints forward to bring her other spells to bear, she's got an excellent view of Eiyre's predicament. Brought so close to the altar, it's not just the two tentacles of ooze that have a hold of her. More sprout from the surface of the roiling pool and the ooze seems to be lifting itself off its perch in its eagerness to bring Eiyre in. Armored and not the easiest foe to hold onto, Eiyre manages to brace, wrench free of the tendrils that had her, and start up towards the tattooed mage... but another few tentacles quickly wrap around her stomach, the same warm, dry grip spreading quickly under her armor to try gaining purchase on skin. The wooden walls hold under the strain, though they do bulge as the ooze pulls as much on Eiyre as it pushes on its own restraints. The witch also has a prize view of the lone person contending with the priestess of the cult. Ambrosia attempts, wings flapping, to get the priestess's head in her mouth, but to her own surprise as much as the priestess's trips and thuds into the red-clad woman's chest. Arms go around her in an embrace more instinctively than considered, and the priestess looks at her catch with surprise. "A do-over?" She asks, momentarily taken aback. Her eyes drift to her beleaguered acolyte, and a wave of guilt passes over her features... but she says, "Another time, perhaps, if you're still alive by the time your friends are subdued-" and opening her mouth wide, hastily crams Ambrosia into her gullet down to her chest. The priestess's tongue probes downward, trying to sample as much fey flavor as it can considering time constraints. Were Ambrosia not weakened, it'd be child's play to reverse this grip and put the priestess in her own belly for safekeeping. With atrophied muscles, though, the comparatively puny grip of the priestess becomes one to be reckoned with as it establishes a slimy hold on her back and wings.<br/><br/>[[Actions!<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;">Xarithe moves and lands two attacks. <br/>Turilia lands... quite a few attacks, and the grapple check succeeds. <br/>Eiyre successfully escapes the grapple check and steps away. Ends her turn in a threatened square; grapple check of 26 succeeds! Eiyre is re-grappled (but at least a bit further away)<br/>Ambrosia duffs a grapple check and... you know, I wasn't going to do this, but hey, why not? Ambrosia is grappled. <br/>Albali double moves.<br/>Ain grudgingly follows.<br/>Gorun double moves and successfully doesn't provoke.<br/>Kaheksa gives that altar a REALLY WIDE berth.<br/>Priestess was going to cast a spell, but how can she say no to fairy meal? Grapple roll is a 21, and vore check a 16; that barely works. Ambrosia is partially swallowed. <br/>Magi casts a spell. Concentration check succeeds to cast while grappled. Touch attack on Turilia is a 17, success. Turilia has Excruciating Deformation applied to her (though it'll be reflavored to ecstasy instead of agony); For the next 5 rounds, on her turn Turilia must make a DC 18 Fortitude save or suffer 2d6 nonlethal damage, 1 point of DEX damage, 1 point of CON damage, and 10' less speed to a minimum of 5'. A save only resists for one round.</div></div></div><br/>Init<br/>All PCs, Kaheksa<span style="font-style: italic">Currently Up</span><br/>Priestess, Magi<br/><br/>Status:<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;">Xarithe is an eagle. 27/35 HP<br/>Ambrosia is Weakened (-6 Strength) and partially swallowed by the priestess. <br/>Gorun's still fine.<br/>Albali is 15/20 HP<br/>Ain is 3/10 HP<br/>Eiyre is 15/31 HP (Grappled by ooze)<br/>Turilia is 15/31 HP (Grappling Magi, 'Excruciating' Deformation)<br/>Priestess is damaged.<br/>Magi is greased up, grappled, and severely damaged.</div></div></div><br/>Map:<a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/59Gz49m.png">http://i.imgur.com/59Gz49m.png</a>]]