Clearly, this was heaven. On the way in, Linal had stepped in a trap, likely got exploded into itty-bitty bits, and been send on to his eternal reward in the celestial plains. Sure, he was still stuck in this crummy undercroft, but at the moment, he'd have it no other way. At the very least, he was stuck in this crummy undercroft with two lovely ladies that were shamelessly groping him, teasing him through the thin leather of his breeches. Suddenly, he wished that leather was not in the way - how wonderous would it have been to feel those hands stroking him with nothing to obstruct a good feel....<br/><br/>Yet, his attention was not only focused on those two hands that were happily stroking the bulge developing in the front of his pants. No, there was also the gorgeous giantess, lightly rocking her hips back against his finger, pleasuring herself with that single ,furry digit - and giving him just a tiny taste of what he might be able to have, if only they had a half hour of alone-time...<br/><br/>To hell with this raid. The only raiding he wanted to do now, was raiding the panties of the two gorgeous gals beside him.<br/><br/>Unfortunantly, Zukris finally called an end to his fun. Clapping her hands loudly together, the big, wingless dragoness shouted "Alright, step to it, then. You four, right. Linal, Mystari, you're with me. Linal, take back. Myssy, you're in the middle.  We don't have all day, let's do this."<br/><br/>"I would likely to humbly request..." Linal begins, only to have Zukris cut him off mid-sentence with a stern, steely-eyed glaze. Catching his words in his throat, he quickly changes course, lest he raise the ire of the big dragoness "...that....I take the lead. You know, so you can watch over Mystari better."  A roll of the eyes is all that he gets in response, but it was much better than that 'glare of death' she was so known to fling around. Sighing heavily, he casts one last glance to the two lovely gals at his side...damnit. Now he was stuck with sourpuss. Oh well...<br/><br/>With a coy little grin, Linal gazes up at Sunete, takes the finger that had just seconds ago been inside her body....brings it up to his muzzle, and makes a rather big show of curling his long, flat tongue outwards, running it a single time along that slightly slickened digit....then, sticking the whole thing between his lips. A single 'Sllp!', and he pulls that finger back, running his tongue across his lips to show how much he approved of the taste... "Mmm. You know, I'd love to eat you....and I know where I'd start eating, too..." Chuckling softly, he gives Sunete a single, last, surprisingly rough slap on her rump, and steps away to get into 'traveling formation' with Mystique and Zukris.<br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Rylia wrote:</cite> With any luck, we'll meet again... </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Offering up the most dazzleing smile imaginable, Mystique nods her head "We will. Do take care."  With a final, cute wave farewell, she takes up her place inbetween Zukris and Linal.<br/><br/>"Alright. You know what to do. Good luck." Without so much as another word, the trio head down the left passage, and in a matter of just a few seconds....seem to 'fade away', almost like there was some sort of thick fog that slowly obscoured sight of them. It was something the group had witnessed a half dozen times - people fading away, getting pulled into another area of the pocket dimension...there was no telling how many different hallways and replicas of the same room were in there, but it must have been dozens, if not hundreds.<br/><br/>It left little to do but head down the righthand passage, with Cragsplitter in the lead....<br/><br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Finally, something new...<br/><br/>The trip down the wide hallway initially felt just like every other passageway. A brief, light-headed sensation, a slight sense of vertigo, and then a long look at the storage room that...well, was an exact replica of every other storage room the group had walked into, in the endless cycle of their pocket dimension.<br/><br/>This time, though....the passageway seemed to carry on just a little bit further, that feeling of vertigo seemed to last just a little bit longer....<br/><br/>Then, a sudden feeling, like passing through a bubble. Almost a greasy, slick feeling that - whilst it left no residue against fur or flesh - there was a long, lingering sensation of just 'ickyness' that took a few seconds to be rid of. However, when that brief feeling passed, the view was almost an inviting one...<br/><br/>It was a different room. Something new. There was no telling if this was another portion of the pocket dimension, or if the pocket dimension had been left behind....but at the very LEAST, this was something new.<br/><br/>The room must have been about a hundred feet wide, and double that in length. Nearly half of the room was littered with old, moth-eaten mats, all of them facing towards a central altar-area that depicted a half-human, half-wolf girl holding a sword and shield aloft. Whatever might have once been on the altar is long-since gone, leaving nothing but a thick layer of dust in it's place. Despite the obvious age of the room, the stone floor, walls, and ceiling were of master craftsmanship, with murals and etchings lining every wall, and most of the ceiling. Even the floor's smooth stone was interlaced with marble 'veins' that gave a sort of supernatural feel to the room. The entire length of the room was lit by everburning torches, set into sconces every twenty-five feet or so along each wall,<br/><br/>There was a sort of 'otherwordly' beauty to it, a mixture of expert dwarven stonework and elvish engineering, with just a hint of the Artojin's magic....something that is rarely seen in this day and age, after the great wars a few hundred years ago.<br/><br/>DC 15 - Knowledge, Religion<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;">The figure etched into the altar is clearly a tribute to Mylaera, goddess of Justice (And war, amongst a few other things, but justice is what she's most primarily known for). This room is known as a 'fasting' room, where the most powerful warriors, paladins, and clerics would fast for a full two days before a big battle.<br/><br/>Some thought the practice foolish, as hunger had a tendancy to weaken even the strongest of warriors. <br/><br/>The exact opposite seemed to be true in most cases, though, as it made them fight with a lust and hunger that was almost frightening to witness. Of course, most had a full belly at the end of said conflict, as well...<br/><br/>The practice is no longer used, as Mylaera has slowly lost her foothold in the world, with only a few scattered monasteries dedicated to the 'old gods' still worshipping her and the others of the 'Beams' pantheon.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>At the far end of the room was another, single passage that wound out of sight, though seemed just as brightly lit as the room itself.<br/><br/><br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Elsewhere....</span><br/><br/><br/><br/>"Oy, I'm bloody bored..." Gallen complained for the fifteenth time. There really was nothing to *DO*. He'd never sat in one place for so long in all of his life, and this...this was torture.<br/><br/>"How much longer till they're done with this damn ritual? I'm ready to get the rest of my coin and get outta here....there's a tavern in Berstin just callin' out to me 'Come buy more ale than you can ever think of drinking...oh, and a few women, too. Hell, why not even a slave to devour, you'll be livin' like a Ki-"<br/><br/>"Shut up, Gallen, sheesh. They'll be done when they're done..." Kaitlyn picked up her rook and slid it across the board, happily knocking the queen out of it's place "Hah...bad move, mister prissy pants....queen is mine."<br/><br/>Gallen just rolled his eyes. Chess. Kaitlyn and Hershel were playing CHESS? Oy, could they be any more boring. Flicking his tail anxiously, the catboy gazed around at the rest of the little group. All...doing pretty much nothing, just waiting...<br/><br/>"Clever, Clever...but check, my dear..." A quick slide of Hershel's bishop across the board, and the game was getting close to conclusion. He had to admit, though...for a human, she was one hell of chess player. This one was his, though "I'm looking forward to my little prize..."<br/><br/>Smirking, Kaitlyn just shook her head. Well, she'd not seen that coming...<br/><br/>"I'm going to check on the ritual. SOMETHING to get out of this little room." Gallen finally said. Gazing at the two doorways in the norther corner of the room, he scratched his head....now which one was it again? Right or left....<br/><br/>Shrugging, Gallen strode forwards and opened the right door, already talking before he ever even stepped through it "Heeey, Nyrila, how much longer until-" The door swung shut behind him, silencing his voice....<br/><br/>"....Gallen went through the right door again, didn't he?" Kaitlyn mused without even turning to look.<br/><br/>"Yep." Hershel responded, not even bothering to take his eyes off of the chessboard.<br/><br/>"....Wonder where he'll end up this time."<br/><br/>"Ohh, closeby, sadly...pity it doesn't send him into the maze..."<br/><br/><br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Back in the chamber with Rylia, Sunete, Cragsplitter, and Brady....</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>"-the ritual is done? We're all getting bored out-ermph!"<br/><br/><br/>Suddenly, and without even the slightest bit of warning....<br/><br/>....A nekojin appears out of thin air, and promptly walks face-first into the eastern wall, about twenty feet away. No flash...nothing. Just suddenly, he's there.<br/><br/>Stumbling backwards, he clamps on hand over his nose, growling under his breath "Awwww, crap...LEFT door, Gallen...LEFT door....why in the hell did they even put a right....door...."<br/><br/>It slowly dawned on him...<br/><br/><br/>He wasn't alone.<br/><br/>Swallowing hard, he lets his gaze slowly travel from the enormous polar bear...to the equally as enormous giantess....to the lizardess...and finally to the wolfess.<br/><br/>Oh holy crap, someone made it through the maze. "....Uh....hi."<br/><br/>His eyes widen to the size of saucers, and he immediently turns to run - heading for the passageway at the far end of the room...<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> DC 18 Initiative check is required to act before Gallen </span><br/><br/><br/>Otherwise...<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;">Sprinting for all he's worth, the male nejokin QUICKLY covers the distance to the passageway at the far end of the room, and promptly dissappears into it. A few seconds later, his voice can be heard yelling loudly from inside - along with the sounds of his feet padding heavily across the stone floor "GET READY!!! GET READY!!! SOMEONE MADE IT THROUGH!!!! HURRY, GET READY!"</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Gallen<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/Potential1.jpg"/><br/><br/>The male nekojin is very lightly armored, and relativly small, at just five and a half feet tall. His weapon looks somewhat simplistic in design, and appears to be a mini-harpoon - something that would vastly slow down someone, if it got lodged in their leg or arm. He moves with a sort of cat-like grace, and seems to be incredibly light on his feet.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Technically, noone is surprised, and noone is flatfooted....to actually CATCH him or try to stop him, it requires a DC18 Initiative check. Also, whoever ends up posting first is who 'goes first' to catch him, despite what the Initiative checks may be (Assuming it's enough to beat him).</span><br/><br/><br/>Gallen - AC - 17, Touch 15<br/><br/><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;">Apologies for the quality of the post petering out near the end.</div></div></div>