How they need her help! Adventurers are always off getting themselves hurt, bound, devoured, shrunken, or some combination of those, and to that end, the noblest class, the cleric exists. To purify the party, shield them from harm, and cure their wounds. Liana seems to exemplify the virtues that one would expect- she dotes on her party, loves them as her own children, and is a talented cook on top of it all. The young adventurers in particular are her favorites as she nutures them from fledgling explorers into powerful heroes. Well, she is, so long as her party upholds their duties. As to what a hungry magic caster is capable of... well, that might be best left to the imagination.

How did she get to be such a doting yet voracious healer extrordinaire...
Rather than ramble about her deep, loving personality, benevolent healing skills, and caring attitude, this shortened version of her origin story should help summarize her... motivation. It was another epic run. The party of five, a rogue, fighter, sorceress, ranger, and the cleric, Liana, had dealt with the main boss of the massive dungeon. Despite many slip ups and failures by her comrades, (the trap-blind rogue in particular, whom she does not recall the name of), her healing had kept everyone alive, and thus she was thoroughly exhausted and low on mana as she stumbled over towards the loot chest. Finally some good news; a pretty, legendary new staff, and a robe that didn't make her look like a total slut! From Liana's experience, female casters tended to get the short end of the stick when it came to clothing. Though the sorceress Shazryn interjected. "You're already doing well enough, I need the gear. Sorry hun, my old stuff won't even fit on a twig like you~" She cooed those words in an insufferable, condescending tone, the buxom woman having made intimate relations with the rest of the part already She patted Liana on the head as everyone else nodded in agreement with her words, leaving the cleric with the same old stuff she'd been using for the past dozen or so runs. "Your spells were great, Shazryn." The warrior, Keberon congratulated her with a hearty pat on the back, and she smiled in response as she twirled around her new weapon, not seeming the slightest bit exerted from the journey. "Oh Keberon, you're a dear, keeping those risen dead off me. But I won't forget you two either; without our dear Jalla, that last drake would have devoured me whole, and that arrow that took out that elite caster? Illyria, you're such a dear~" She giggled that aloud, the rogue puffing out her chest pridefully and the ranger going a little red in her face. "H-hey, that was one of my magic missiles, not an arrow!" Liana waved her hands up, shorter than the rest of her party. Though no one seemed to care about her complaints, too busy in their jovial situation, each swapping out their equipment to the new stuff they'd won, turning away and starting to leave, laughing about their close calls... as if she wasn't the one that had saved them from it. "Alright, I'm getting changed. Uhh..." Shazryn looked around, finally glancing at Liana. "How about... you... cover me a bit while I do that." Following eagerly, a vile, traitorous plan started to form in that disgruntled cleric's head. The two went a safe distrance away from the rest of the party in a room of stone walls, and the sorceress started to change her clothes in front of her, as if ignoring the fact that she was there! Liana took out the wand she'd taken earlier, discarded by the rogue for being 'useless', and glanced at it, biting her lip. There's no way Shazryn could just resist it, right? A bright, evil smile appeared on Liana's face as she struck. Pointing it and activating it, there was a quick hiss, a small 'POP', and a bit of smoke, and a now very tiny scream. Glancing down carefully, she saw the same Shazryn, but delectably tiny. "You... bastard, witch. Lola-whatever your name is, you're dead when I get back to normal!" The prideful sorceress glared at her, but her stance quickly changed when that giant hand wrapped around her whole body... debating on what to do. Her most primal instinct was to hurt her for all she'd done, but instead, Liana's bare midriff uttered a convenient gurgle that stopped the sorceress' barrage of complaints and insults. Before she could scream, the cleric's mouth clamped down around her upper body. Her tongue swished all around that squirming, helpless figure, and her taste radiated within her mouth, unlike anything she'd ever had. She sucked on that thrashing morsel a lot longer than she'd like to admit, though the fear of someone barging in on her grew, so she threw her head back, and send Shazryn into a new dungeon by herself. "Let's see how long you last without healing, b-bitch." The normally timid and soft-spoken girl had no regrets, feeling the lovely feeling of a tiny, flailing sorceress deep in her gut. No matter how weak a cleric may be in your typical player against player scenario, the human stomach was a potent threat, a dungeon where many unfortunates went, and few returned. The tight, wet walls, acid lakes, and endless churning make for a very inhospitable place where prey becomes nothing but just food... Coming back outside, no one thought to look at her midriff where a few tiny bumps could occassionally be seen. The struggle to escape, no matter how pointless, was always thrilling to a successful predator~ "W-where's Shazryn?" Keberon asked, worried, getting a cute burp from Liana in response. "Uh-uhm, I lost her." She said sheepishly. Fortunately, thinking there was no way this petite little cleric would've betrayed them, the remaining three ran out, calling for their missing ally!All the while, unbeknownst to them, Liana had slinked off to the exit, giggling as that pesky girl squirmed and melted in her belly, finally understanding that she might have to make her way as an adventurer with a little more force than the usual healer~ At the end of the day, she got a Ring of Famine, Ring of Impenetrable Force, a Shrinking Wand, a Saint's Staff, and a glorious, full, squirming meal out of the ordeal, so she had no room to complain! Better yet, a healer of her tier always finds a new group fast~ Though she's got a soft spot for her tanks.

So remember, kids, appreciate your healers. Or they'll vore you.