<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 2: Moxephone, Xia<br/><br/>Morning brings Moxie and Xia a sensation of soreness you can’t experience without birthing a twenty something Naga eggs after a day of adventure. It’s an all encompassing soreness. Whether or not the pair wants to move on light shines on them, if faintly. The ruined tower hides the pair within its ancient corridors. Bits of moss grow between the cracked red bricks and slabs. Shadows are still dark, and with all the things blocking the sun here they’ll likely stay that way. Outside the sounds of jungle still every so often break through the walls of stone. No use waiting there though. The day begins and the two head deeper into the bowels of the castle-like tip of the tower.<br/><br/>On the many decorative tablets and pillars faded carvings on the walls depict the ancient people. Much of the gold and silver has already been scraped off of the stone by either time or looters. Still, after all these years the magic in them lingers. Some of the carved men and women shuffle along the surface of the walls as if little two dimensional creatures. They try their best to follow the adventurers, seemingly curious and friendly. Together they act out stories of daily lives of the forgotten. They tell of myths, interactions with deific beings and creatures from the beyond. A certain large figure of feminine silhouette is often shown standing above it all, guiding them as a God mother.<br/><br/>At first it seems the ruins are a breath of serenity and safety from the jungle beyond. This proves a delusion. Chitters and whispers follow behind the, just enough distance away to remain unseen. A feeling of danger creeps ever near and the danger lingers. Every step is as perilous as those out there in the lusher wilderness where one might have stepped on a cock-shroom. There are traps here. A whole load of them.<br/><br/>Hidden pressure plates decorate every other hallway, often concealed by a mat of ivy. Contraptions both mechanical and magical litter the inner structures of the stonework. There are magical runes ready to trigger and hidden pits leading presumably to some manner of lewd doom. Much of them somehow defy time, remaining operational if a bit worn. Luckily, a majority of them are avoided with the surprisingly useful if a bit cartoonishly drawn instructions of the stone tablets lifted off of that corrupted adventuress. The map shows where traps are, and where the way down lies. According to it there should be a large cathedral with a permanently frowning face guarding it. Beyond that would be a secret passage offering a safer alternative than the main staircase.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 2: Moxephone, Xia, Lauralan<br/><br/>Couple corners deeper in the ruins awakens a short-ish elf in a predicament of a whole other kind. She is alone, abandoned, lost, whatever you like to call it. Lauralan’s team got all dispersed a couple days ago, or were they days? Such things are hard to count here. Sometimes the light lasts longer in different places. It’s a curious phenomena the elf has heard of in her studies, though the details were never been documented in much detail. No-one who has stayed down here long enough to make a detailed analysis of the magics of the Anus has ever returned. In the grim tidings Lauralan finds herself such a fate might very well befall her too.<br/><br/>The treasure diver Carolina Hopkings, Lily Alevian the knight, and Malcolm Freefall the alchemist are all lost. Most likely of course they’re by now captured, corrupted, or both. After the ambush Lauralan herself faced her fair share of struggles. It’s been one chase after another. First a group of Gaian demons living in the tower, then traps and mimics, followed by a desperate run from the animated chains and the cruel echoes of their master’s laughter. Thoughts and wishes are the most she could have spent on the other’s well being. Only late at night yesterday she managed to find a place to sleep.<br/><br/>Her hideout seems to be the remains of an adventurer camp from some time ago. There’s a spot for a campfire and makeshift palisades fortifying a spot of hallway. ‘Natural’ traps of the ruins guard both doors with the triggers cleverly located within the palisades. Sadly, even this much fortification merely delays the inevitable. Eventually rations would run out. What’s more Lauralan has first hand seen the hopelessness of fighting her way out alone. Leaving this spot and heading either deeper into the Anus or out of it are both desperate prospects, with her likely to end up as some lewd creature’s sex slave. As things stand the dream of having a real adventure deep into the Anus are looking bleak unless Lauralan finds new companions. But where could she get any? Everything and everyone down here is a potential threat, and the base assumption that it’ll try to fuck you silly is really the only constant in this otherwise chaotic hole.<br/><br/>Soft steps on the stone alert elf ears to another potential danger. Two pairs of feet approach. No, not two. Two and a bunch more behind them. From her defensible hidey hole in the rubble barricade wall Lauralan observes as two humanoid creatures walk into view. One is bunny eared tanned girl, the other some sort of feathered denizen of the Anus. A six legged bunny creature haunts their steps, grinning a crazed smile. They are both armed and the six legged one has pointy nibblers.<br/><br/>They’re oblivious to the magical circle below them. Pressure pad to activate it rests some few feet from Lauralan. There are no instructions as to what it might do exactly, but if the other contraptions of the ruins are anything to go by it’ll be effective in pacifying them.<br/><br/>Xia and Moxie stare at a T-crossing with the joining tunnel cut off by a barricade made of wooden rubble. That way lies the path to the frowning face. Suddenly, Lugo let out a growl, nose pointing at the rubble. He senses something hiding behind the palisade.<br/><br/><strong>Adventurers, you meet.</strong><br/><br/>OOC:<br/>Moxie and Xia, your transformations continue to grow, albeit slowly. Scales spread along Xia's legs, and would soon give her stockings even without clothes. The swollen clitoris of Moxie's on the other hand continues to throb. Overnight it has started thickening at the base and shaft with its head slowly taking a distinct phallic shape. It may be a bit on the smaller size still, but seems to continue growing as the space in the bunny's pants grows tighter.<br/><br/>Lauralan, you may make a defy danger wisdom roll against a hidden threat.