Biting gusts of Autumn wind threaten to blow away the figures standing atop the Wall of Purity. Beyond its confinement spreads a vast city downhill, its citizens equally afraid of and attracted to the mysterious realm that breathes behind the granite shield. The Wallguard captain on top has to hold his hat from flying away. He orders the mages to run routine inspections on the permits of those queuing for a descent. They are all given a dog tag in exchange for their papers - a unique plate carved with their initials and magic imprint. Without it they have no business trying to climb back up.<br/><br/>All sorts of folks seek passage down. There are overly curious scholars eager to uncover secrets of the ruins lying hidden within the Anus, greedy folks seeking to bring up magic treasure, smelly rejects who just want something to fuck them, and of course those seduced by the promise of a kingdom. One by one the groups are herded on the weathered platforms and told to hold tight. Rusty old cogs cry out. The elevator begins its journey down.<br/><br/>All of a sudden the cold wind stops hurting. Its howls are left in distance. An exotic cry breaks through the gentle wind. An alien realm opens before the adventurers. The dreaded Anus spreads in the vast valley below. It is a hilly landscape dominated by lush green forest filled with sounds and colors more vibrant than any wizard’s secret greenhouse. Beautiful memories of an ancient civilization rise from the sea of green; washed red-rock monuments half re-painted by moss and vines. The very air pulses with a different scent than that of a dying Autumn outside, ascent sweet with the seducing breath of life. Even the sky refuses to follow patterns you've grown to know. An evening should be the shade of darkening red, but rather it shines in a day bright spectrum of greens, yellows, and pinks. Far beyond the sky shine stars and formations different from those described in the mortal’s astronomicons. Finally, one’s gaze is drawn to the center of the valley. There happy clouds shift at the gaping maw that drops into the distant unknowns of the mother Deity’s dominion - to the Anus of Gaia. Nothing but the smooth featureless wall rising a hundred meter high reminds of the harsh world outside.<br/><br/>The elevator eventually stops. With little in terms of breaks the platform just thuds against the landing scaffold. The abrupt stop nearly throws all passengers off their feet. They have to hurry off of it. In a few moments the platform begins to wind up and rise away, leaving the adventurers stranded down on the first layer - The Green Rim. Above the elevator rotates along the length of the wall, moving on to the next drop-site to lower another batch of adventurers. The freshly dropped adventurers have to move too before the monsters of the Anus come investigate.<br/><br/>Winding paths descends into the lush thicket, their destination shadowed by the wild overgrown jungle. Rivers, cliffs, and drops into strange caves patchwork the landscape, turning the valley unpredictable to the most experienced of adventurers. The plants, the bugs, and rest of the life here feels familiar in the strangest nostalgic way, yet weirdly lewd. The branches seem to grow with twitching fingers and roots ready to grope. The bugs that fly past have bodies of tiny little people - naked people chasing and sexing each other. The shrooms rising from moss covered trunks are themselves an array of varied phallic shapes. They stand erect, pointed right at flowers above with pedals spread in vaginal bloom. No doubt whatever mischievous sentience lurks in the foliage is touched by the same erotic corruption as the nature itself.<br/><br/>Into this strange realm of sex and adventure our brave heroes tread. Their path to the depths is laden with temptation and danger.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 1 (JoanieSappho (Anahita), Pdragon (Sparrow), Nastara (Chains), Lynnette (Maya), Kimera (Mei), Shilue (Alexander))<br/><br/>The landing was a mess. Mere seconds after the elevator returned up a flock of harpies had appeared in the horizon, their wings flapping right towards the party. A handful of them might not have been a problem, but to the best of their estimate that was a good half-hundred strong flock. No choice was left but to run towards the thickest woods in hopes that the foliage would hide them. Not much time was left for careful navigation or mapping of the strange alien landscape as the adventurers sprinted for their lives. They had to take the first available path - a thickly forested canyon sloped downhill. It worked. The harpies flew past.<br/><br/>With danger gone the sounds of surrounding jungle seemed to grow. Occasional moans and screams broke the calming chirp and chitter of tinier critters. Those same shrooms still dotted trees here in the depths where canopy cast the forest floor in a deep green shade. They pulsed with gentle orange illumination and bend their tips towards the nearest ass. Almost every tree had a different fruit of flower sprouting from them, each more exotic than the last. For now the adventurers are alone, but they can still feel eyes on them as if the whole forest is sampling their bodies.<br/><br/>Before them widens the forest canyon. A tiny little stream runs in the middle over rounded pebbles and rocks. Oh. There is something struck in the middle of it several feet away? It's a wooden pole with a wickedly grinning face carved on it - the face of an elf with curved horns. Looking beyond the post there are more signs: Bodies with hooves and horns carved from the wood litter the landscape, all of them in various erotic poses. Common sense would call it an invitation, but anyone who knows anything of the Anus knows that this is a really bad sign.<br/><br/><strong>In their hurry to escape imminent threat the group has run down hill into a valley riddled with signs. Someone from the Anus has no doubt put them here, or someones, and you can bet their creators are no doubt close by. How will the group proceed? Excessive up and down travel always risks advancing the curse of Gaia, but no matter which way you go the inhabitants whose doorstep you've found might notice.</strong><br/><br/><hr/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 2 (Knarfy (Moxie), MiraMirror (Xia), Starcry (Ishmael), Faeli (Kyoko), Moon Hound Hati (Jon), Phaia (Candi))<br/><br/>The second batch descens right after the first some ten kilometers north along the wall. A flock of harpies that had appeared seemed content to simply harass something they had found at the landing platform. Wallguard captain had makes a prayer hoping that it was not the team of adventurers they had dropped. Down on the ground they arrive a rather advantageous position with tall trees covering the scaffold.<br/><br/>The group begins to the only direction one could go - down. Forest around them rises tall with smooth branchless trees act almost as pillars to support a leafed roof of this natural palace. It is oddly quiet. There are very few animals and bugs, but plenty of plants. And the plants. They are in countless variety of wilderness, yet at the same time oddly organized. There's a batch of those phallic shrooms there in a nice little square shape, and white blue vines crawling up the trunk of some trees as if to mark a path. Every now and then bushes ruffle and something small runs away from the party, or burrows into the fluffy moss mattress.<br/><br/>Silence is broken by a loud shriek from the left. It's close, only few trees away. There's a few meter drop down around a river. It's hard to see clearly with the foliage in the way, but the adventurers can already catch a glimpse of who screamed. A humanoid figure trashes and wails there by the river.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/fr3ma9L.png)</div><br/>She is naked. A human at first glance, but clearly something extra. Strange fluffy bark and roots writhe on her skin, pulsing, ebbing, growing and covering more of her with each throb. Tiny little leaves begin to sprout from her hair. Her eyes glow with pinkish red. Her cheeks are of an even pinker more aroused shade of red. Around her lie torn shredded clothes, an old worn backpack that seems to have been made from plants, various survival equipment, and heavy looking tablets of red-rock with hieroglyphs on them. The dog tag of an adventurer still hangs on her neck, reflecting light your way.<br/><br/><strong>The party is in a forest clearly inhabited by some creatures of the Anus as they come across an adventurer who seems to have caught a bad case of Gaia's curse. She hasn't noticed the party, but her screams are no doubt attracting attention of this grove's master(s). There's good money paid for recovered dog-tags of lost adventurers and possibly useful treasure in her bags. What will the party do?</strong>