<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = Futanari with a few stiff points</div><div class="spoiler_body">In "microbreastplate" with lovely skirt and newly-stiff nipples exposed (AC+6, max +4 dex bonus, armor check penalty -2, 15% arcane spell failure)<br/>(Armor training, Arcane armor training (requires swift action to reduce spell failure chance, included above))<br/>Nipple hoops (AC+4)<br/>AC 28 with <em>shield</em>, 24 (touch 22, flat-footed 20, -2 against improvised weapons)<br/>SR 19 (Spell Resistance, miniskirt)<br/>HP 112/128<br/>CMB: 9<br/>CMD: 24 (10 + Base + Dex) (22 against dirty tricks, Naive)<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 4 of 7 1st, 0 of 7 2nd, 1 of 5 3rd, 1 of 1 from bonded object.  Uses of bow left: 1 of 3.<br/>Quiver: 7 common arrows, 10 silvered, 9 cold iron, 1 Tangleshot, 5 adamantine arrows, 2 greater hushing arrows, 8 +1 Dragon Bane, 1 Rayne's Resumption, 11 Holy, 3 Merciful, 1 blunt (d6)<br/>     (pack: 25 common, 5 silvered, 9 cold iron, 1 tangleshot, 5 adamantine, 8 +1 Dragon Bane)<br/></div></div><br/>"Phew!" Rayne breathed, then coughed lightly.  "None too soon."  After making sure all three of them were still together and intact, she took the lead, stooping when she could, but often crawling through the barely-dwarf-sized tunnel.  At Sylvia's playfulness Rayne let out an "oooh!" and rocked her hips forward, then back, bottom rising and futacock giving a happy twitch.  "Failures like choosing to go first?  Avenge me, Youmu!"  She had to keep it playful... and it was just as well she was in the lead.  If she'd had to follow Sylvia's voluptuous and lightly-clad form, the independent-minded phallus would undoubtedly have made it hard to think of anything else.<br/><br/>The shovel was entirely encouraging, as was the transition to soil... if this had been a dead-end tunnel Rayne would have been very unhappy indeed.  As it was it ended in a door, where Rayne froze, listening as someone moved about on the other side.<br/><br/>When it was silent again, she looked over her shoulder.  "Someone's cellar maybe?  But... having a tunnel into old burial chambers is... daring."  The person was practically inviting the lich up here... though that problem was now nicely buried.  Stowing the sceptre in her backpack, in virtual "inventory", Rayne opened the door - hopefully! - and hurried through so the others could quickly join her on the other side.