<blockquote><div><cite>Irthos wrote:</cite>Half-swallowed, Orange Fur dangles precariously over the back of Dagnyr's throat, staring straight down the gnoll's esophagus - a definite one way trip, if ever he saw one. Orange Fur laughs quietly, a futile attempt to reassure himself rather than an actual attempt at joviality - facing his imminent demise has made the entire situation a lot less funny than it was a few seconds ago.<br/><br/>"H-hey, snickers..." Orange Fur stammers. "Y-you're not really gonna do this, right? You're one of those touchy-healy guys? Can't hurt people, or eat meat, or any of that.. right? <span style="font-style: italic">Right!?</span>" The catboy flails in panic against the interior of Dagnyr's throat, making little progress other than a slow and steady slide downward. He tries again, legs flailing outside as he cries out from the hyena's gullet in blind panic. "Okay, I give! I surrender! Parley! You can't eat a guy who calls parley, right? C'mon, man, don't DO this!"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Dagnyr's gut gurgles and groans loudly, the gnoll having gone far too long and done far too much without so much as a scrap of food. It made the squirming, pleading catboy in his mouth all that much more appealing. Briefly he considers letting the catboy go - not because anything he said held any aspect of truth, they weren't the restrictions he was required to abide by - but because he might know something and be willing to tell. But, a quick glance around reveals that there would be survivors to question either way.<br/><br/>He adjusts his grip on Orange Fur, lifting up the squirming feline as he tilts his head slooowly back, presenting him with the prospect of fighting both gravity and the gnoll's powerful interior muscle as he slides down his throat, bulging out Dagnyr's neckfur...<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;">Swallow Attempt (1d20 + 21): 5 + 21 = 26<br/>Orange Fur is now in Dagnyr's stomach</div></div></div><br/><br/>Ravenous and with bloodied prey sliding down his gullet, it's effectively impossible for Orange Fur's struggles to do anything more than provide Dagnyr with a pleasant little massage as his shoulders and torso bulge out his throatfur, followed by his waist and hips, and soon those flailing legs are all that remain outside the hot, dark embrace of the gnoll's insides. The gurgle and groan of the paladin's stomach is louder here, eager to finally have a meal within it's grasp and slick flesh squeezes around Orange Fur from every side, even more enthusiastic to get him closer to the gnoll's waiting gut.<br/><br/>Dagnyr tilts his head fully back as he guides in Orange Fur's legs and feet, both soon gliding across his broad tongue and sinking into his gullet. He licks his lips and closes his jaws as the last of the catboy is within him, sealing the feline inside. The gnoll's belly is left bulging, but the lightweight, magical chainmail he wears stretches to provide ample room for the bulge, without it straining against his armor. Inside, Dagnyr's stomach quickly packs Orange Fur into a small ball, the powerful walls squeezing and churning around him, walls slick with the very beginnings of a trickle of stomach acid, not quite strong enough to hurt yet, but producing a telltale tingle.<br/><br/>"Rrffh... heh, consider it a life sentence," he mumbles as a reply, rubbing his squirming gut, with heavy implication that it would not be a<span style="font-style: italic">long</span>sentence. Dagnyr takes another look around, notices the lack of any driver whatsoever. Having only middling experience with riding one horse let alone trying to drive a carriage pulled by them, he opts to not tempt fate, the horses were staying on course even if they were slowing. "Mister Locasta, you wouldn't know how to drive this thing would you..?"<br/><br/>Even as he said that, he couldn't help feeling that something was out of place. They'd taken down all their attackers, save for those that fled, and, looking back, so had their comrades on the second carriage, so what could it be..?<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;">Sense Motive Check (1d20 + 9): 18 + 9 = 27<br/>Dagnyr seems to have recovered from his earlier obliviousness, heh.</div></div></div><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;">And edit to include info from sense motive...</div></div></div><br/><br/>Vignar and Elona! Of course, how could he have forgotten? They've been quiet the whole time it seems. He hurries to the edge of the roof, compressing his now rather bloated belly against it as he lowers himself to peer down over the edge and into the cabin. "You two alright in here?"