<span style="font-weight: bold"> Tiss, Ajustin </span><br/><br/>For not the first time in his life, Ajustin was drawing a blank. His reflexes felt slower, and even his brain felt like it was having trouble processing even the most basic of information. In fact, he was having trouble believing what he was seeing. It was like everyone had simply gone mad. They were breaking the most basic of rules - opening multiple cages at once, enter the cages alone...no chance just the paltry amount of brew provided by Travian could have intoxicated everyone so much. No - he had a feeling his assumption had been right. The ale had smelled slightly 'off' to his sensative nose, and he'd indulged anyway...now? The trouble thinking, the trouble putting things together...<br/><br/>Now, Travian was shooting at them? No doubt about it - the raccoon had turncoated. Likely poisoned them as well, to make things all the easier. Why in the heck, though -<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Tiss wrote:</cite> Let me out! </div></blockquote><br/><br/>The sudden creepy, booming voice of the naga in the snake behind him made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He hated snakes, and even 'half snakes' were...ick! Still, she was safely tucked away in her cage, and her coils were too thick to fit through the bars. Even right beside the cage, he was safe.<br/><br/>Ignoring the naga behind him, he forces his mind to focus, to survey the situation. Millan and Altrayie were in trouble, Miyan was in trouble, and Domlan, Hestruui, and Qulan were surrounding the likely very-foolish-feeling traitor Travian. Looks like he just needed to subdue Sheva, then get Altrayie and Millan's help with the larger canine, Jelani.<br/><br/>Easily done - numbers were with them. Travian would be made short work of, and then the others would come and aid him. Perfect.<br/><br/>Forcing his senses to fight off the 'fog' that had decended on them, Ajustin half-closes his eyes, allowing the more bestial side of his nature to slowly take over. His eyes take on a sort of deep amber coloration, the wide pupils suddenly turning into little more than cat-like slits. His lips bulge outwards the slightest bit, sharp fangs suddenly filling his mouth where slightly more human-like teeth had been seconds before. Even his fingernails seem to elongate and turn sharper, more resilient - a shifter allowing his more animal side to take over. It was something  few cared to witness...<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;">Ajustin shifts</div></div></div><br/><br/>*Tink!* Lorelei's thrown key neatly nicks one of the bars of Tiss's cage, ricohets off, and - as if that was exactly where it was meant to go - lands loftly on Tiss's coils.<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;">*Laughs* Wouldn't you know it...xD Like you said, first 20 of the game, and it's to throw a key. Of course...it will help alot...</div></div></div><br/><br/>Ajustin's pointed ears flick slightly - tink? No...<br/><br/>He turns just in time to see Tiss stare at the key for a single, brief second...and snatch it up in her hand, practically throwing her upper body against the door of her cage, jabbing the key eagerly about to search for the lock. Two pokes, and she manages to find the keyhold. Without so much as a second's hesitation, Tiss jams the key in, and twists it. The ensueing 'snick' of the lock opening almost made the naga collapse in relief - free!! She was free! Temporary, perhaps - but free anyway!!!<br/><br/>And hungry.<br/><br/>Her long, snake-like belly had been empty for far too long. The pangs of hunger, the need for food, was almost unbearable.  Whilst two-leggers were not on her menu normally...suddenly, Ajustin was looking delicious...<br/><br/>"Oh...crud..." Ajustin whispers to himself as the door to Tiss' cage swings open, and a easily 10+ foot long coil swings out, eagerly coiling around his ankles and calves. Yet, just as those coils begin to tighten, he jumps...<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;">Tiss attack roll(Touch attack) - 1d20 (15) + 6 - 4 (Ajustin is granted a great deal of cover for Tiss trying to attack around the cage bars) = 17. Still a hit.<br/>Tiss grapple - 1d20 (7) + 13 = 20.<br/>Ajustin grapple - 1d20 (10) + 8 = 18.<br/>Ajustin is grappled.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Unfortunantly, he doesn't manage to jump high enough. Ajustin only manages to get one foot free of those entwining coils before they clamp down tightly on his leg, jerking him right back down to the ground. He stumbles, only barely managing to retain his footing - though that hardly matters. Tiss's tail is already working it's way around his other leg, and with a sudden jerk, she pulls his feet out from under him, practically dragging him into the cage with her.<br/><br/>Rapidly, Tiss begins to sling her coils around his thighs and waist, then higher around his stomach and lower chest - though by sheer miracle, the shifter's arms remain un-bound by the incredibly strong coils of the naga.<br/><br/>"AH! Grr...let...me go...!" Ajustin growls under his breath, digging his claws deeply into Tiss's soft-skinned body as he wriggles back and forth, seeking to dislodge that powerful grip from his body. Surprisingly enough, he seems to make a tiny bit of progress, the sudden shock of pain temporarily loosing Tiss' coils...<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;">Ajustin escape grapple - 1d20 (12) + 8 = 20.<br/>Tiss grapple - 1d20 (19) + 13 = 32.<br/><br/>Ajustin remains grappled.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Though not nearly enough. The brief respite from those crushing coils is replaced by sudden, crushing pressure, Tiss' coils locking down around his body to keep the squirmy morsel from moving any further.<br/><br/>Hungry...and he looks delicious...<br/><br/>Tiss' tongue flickers across her salivating lips, the eager, starved lookin her eyes suddenly stealing the adrenaline from Ajustin's veins - he'd just gotten wrapped in the coils of a starving snake. This...was suddenly looking a lot less favorable...<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Everyone... </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">*Fwsssssh!* </span><br/><br/>Another roar of flame echos off the damp cavern walls, and for a single, brief moment, the entire enterior of the room feels warm against bare skin and fur, warding away - albeit briefly - the terrible cold that had been felt for the last few days. Long-lingering moisture on the cavern walls evaporates instantly as another wave of heat enters the room - this one quite uncomfortable. When the second heat wave finally recedes, the room feels warmer - and even the stone underfoot feels a little spicy to the touch.<br/><br/>Whatever was going on in the adjoining cavern, there was magic involved - and a great deal of it.<br/><br/>Following the sudden rush of heat, another louder - this one, almost piteous - growl of pain can be heard from the adjoining chamber. Whatever in the heck was going on, something was wounded - and badly.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Status 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;">Sheva - 53/53 AC - 11 (Grappling Altrayie, Digesting Millan)<br/>Jelani - 40/47 (Grappling Miyan) AC - 14<br/>Lorelei - 30/30 AC - 13<br/>Tzuru - 44/50 - AC 15 <br/>Travian - 27/27 - AC 17 (Being grappled by Qulan, Domlan)<br/>Tiss - 33/33 (Grappling Ajustin) AC - 13<br/><br/><br/>Millan - 37/37 (Digesting in Sheva's stomach) AC 13<br/>Altrayie - 25/25 AC 14 (Grappled by Sheva)<br/>Tesu - 21/27 AC 14<br/>Porua - 28/28 AC 16<br/>Miyan - 31/31 AC 15 (Grappled by Jelani)<br/>Qulan - 29/29 AC 13 (Grappling Travian)<br/>Hestruui - 22/22 AC 14<br/>Domlan - 20/30 AC 12 (Grappling Travian)<br/>Ajustin - 21/21 AC - 15 (Grappled by Tiss)</div></div></div>