<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 3: Kyoko and Ishmael<br/><br/>Kyoko pushed the weak bard over the edge with ease. Ishmael only registered what was happening when it was too late. He fell down into the sloped hill and began a tumbling fall, hitting some bushes on the way and getting a violent stony massage. From above Kyoko saw him thud to a halt some twenty yards below, landing on a tiny embankment. The amount of sound he made falling couldn't be missed.<br/><br/>A group of tiny palm sized humanoid insects scurried past Kyoko's legs, fleeing from something. Rest of the nightly sounds around her grew quiet too. With perfect silence three of the floating white jelly fish rose from below the cliff, right next to Ishmael. Their hair swirled around their slender naked bodies like a forest of tendrils. Their limbs danced with them. On their heads pulsed a large translucent pillow, somehow maintaining the creatures' flight. They latched onto Ishmael's legs and dragged him over the edge.<br/><br/>All three had their tendrils on him. At first they looked happy to find such cute prey, but soon their silent faces wrinkled with displease. They began tugging on Ishmael, pulling his leg in three different ways while arguing in gestures. Slowly, the trio of jellyfish girls began to drift farther and farther from the cliffs...<br/><br/>Kyoko was left with a golden opportunity. The three monsters had cleared all other beasts of the night from around her and left her a safe path along the cliff side. She would have to take the dare and sneak right past them. It would still leave her alone and in perfect darkness, but at least the next platform down there might have cover?<br/><br/>In that thought something distant boomed a kilometer or so to the right. A series of patterns flashed in rainbow colors illuminating a mansion standing from the wall as if gravity was its bitch. With the flash gone it disappeared back into the darkness. Denizens of the Anus barely even took note.<br/><br/><strong>Adventurers. One of you is in trouble, the other much less so. Ishmael is grappled by his legs and held aloft over the bottomless Anus of Gaia by three flying jelly fish females. Kyoko meanwhile enjoys perfect harmony provided to her by the lamentations of a bard. There are many paths ahead of you now, some shorter than others and some a little too short for the health. What do you do?</strong><br/><br/>OOC: For Kyoko. If you wish to take the risk and journey on alone we can make a custom move for that. If you wish to help Ishmael or steal his gear while he is in peril then feel free to improvise.