<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 2 (Knarfy (Moxie), MiraMirror (Xia), Starcry (Ishmael), Faeli (Kyoko), Moon Hound Hati (Jon), Phaia (Candi))<br/><br/>With keen eyes and feathery ears pointed to observe the surroundings Xia notices something peculiar. She sees at the beginning of the trail of shredded clothes that lead to the transforming woman a discarded weapon, something green on its edge. She seems to have been fighting, and then… running. Few meters down from where the adventurer is now throbs beneath the stream a deep rose pink light with rest of the contents of the woman’s discarded belt-pouch. Right next to her is a dull dark crystal of the same shade.<br/><br/>Not everyone has time to focus on the details no matter how shiny they are. Moxie thinks and Moxie knows. She knows very little about the Anus, but she has heard that it is not a place governed by the Jester God. However warped and lewd, there is usually a reason for everything - a cause and an effect. A transformation is a consequence of prolonged exposure to the Curse of Gaia, not something you normally experience that suddenly to that great an effect. There must be something causing it right now, or something that had triggered it.<br/><br/>The woman continues to trash. Bark and vines grow on her skin. She arches her back and reaches for her groin, fingers digging in. A loud ‘aaghn’ rolls from her out stretched tongue. She exhales a puff of purple. Wind brings it to the half-breed’s nose. It’s a heady scent of flowers and fruits, stunningly thick. There’s a brief moment before sneezing when the spores almost catch Xia off guard with a dizzying effect. That, whatever the puff was, is dangerous to breathe in!<br/><br/>Lastly, Xia sees something worthy of an oh-shit moment. The nearby trees around the party stir without wind. That one there to the right moves. And that to the left. And that, and oh… There’s one! On the other side of the river, it’s-<br/><br/>It’s got no time to step forward. The silhouette stands still. Jon is already on the move, sliding downhill to the mossy riverbank. His hails draw the woman’s focus. Her eyes stop on the tall white haired cleric, inspecting him from eyes to crotch. Moans and whimpers still pushed from her lips as the transformation continued, though she could not help but chuckle at his flirt. “Nhah-ha-ha~ Funny man,” the woman smiled, biting lip as a particularly strong surge of the Curse grew her hair thick with leaves. She was on all fours, in no position to dodge an experienced cleric’s healing touch from groping her.<br/><br/>Her breast is firm, quite a handful to. Healing magic sinks deep into it, causing the woman’s body to tremble. Jon can feel himself as the conduit of the Divine will as magic flows through his soul and from his palm to hers. Whatever pain or wounds she may have had are alleviated and cured, of that he can be certain. For the briefest moment he cannot say whether the spell halted her transformation or not. Then, another leaf pushes out from her hair. The woman exhales another cloud of purple sweet scent.<br/><br/>Jon just healed an adventurer whose body has already been claimed by the Anus. A grave mistake to a man of Arc Balthazar! The response from his God is immediate. A loud foreboding<strong>‘No’</strong>resounds in his head. The healing magic flees from his palm and dissipates.<br/><br/>The silhouette that Xia spotted makes its move. Right on the other side of the river from Jon stands a woman reveals herself. She is ten steps further down the path to dryadhood than the helpless adventuress before him. The woman's skin is pale green. Her hair tattered vines of red and forest. Her eyes odd slits. Yet, despite her clear alien nature her figure stands the test of any elven beauty standard. Plants and shrooms of the twisted Gaian nature all bow to her presence and stroke her legs as she passes them. Some of the phallic shrooms squirt thick white fluid on her thigh without a warning. The dryad frowns at it, though her lips quickly rise to a smile as she looks at the group. "Welcome, to the Palace of Spring," she says, spreading her arms in welcome. "I see you have found a stray little sister of mine. Thank you. I would like her back, but... I don't mind if you want to have a go first. Or... Would you like a go with me instead?" She smirks. Her smile and tone are all honey, but her eyes twinkle with pure malignant lewdness.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/AbAZr01.jpg)</div><br/>A female dryad is the only one to show herself in the open, but Xia knows; there’s more of them in the trees around the group! From the sideways glimpses she has caught there are two larger males. One on the left and one on the right. On top of that there's two dryad girls slowly making their way behind the group to fully surround them.<br/><br/><strong>The adventuress continues to change, though her condition has improved. She is not threatening. Neither is the dryad who seems to be trying to negotiate for the party to hand over the adventuress, though her allies seem to preparing for something else... The situation could go many many ways. What do you do?</strong>