<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 4: Arawn, Sai, Elrune, Thog, Jon<br/><br/>Before anyone could react a net flew from the bushes towards the glowing moth. She shrieked a yelp of surprise as her limbs and wings entangled in the rope mesh mid flight. A good yank of the reeling rope end directed the plummet. She crashed into ground some distance from Thog, illuminating the knuckle wizard in that eerie way campfire might light up the the tellers of nightmares.<br/><br/>“A-adventurers!?” Eyes wide the moth struggled. She pushed, kicked, and bat her wings frantically against the netting. The fight quickly frazzled what little composure remained after the crash. A pair of light grey wings flapped to her side. One very worried fluffy (https://i.imgur.com/83Dy9cH.png) landed next to the glowing one and hurried to help. She fumbled with the ropes, tugging and pulling at them as if she did not understand its design.<br/><br/>“No. Gah, not there you moron!”<br/><br/>As she tugged on another pair of wings ruffled the jungle tops above the party. Few leaves fell from the canopy. Several more silent flappers fluttered to a halt on top of the statues and a few more in the nearby trees. In the pale light of stars and moon a good number of shrouded figures stood around the campsite, a handful of them right ahead, around their landbound companion. For brief moments glimmers of perverted intelligence twinkled in the numerous pairs of eyes staring at the adventurers with hunger and lust.<br/><br/>They spoke in quiet hushes. “Attack?” “Attack?” “Attack?” “Take them?” “Take, take.” “Breed.” “Breed.” “Breed! Yeessh…” Soft little antlers on their heads bobbed, wings twitched, and fingers groped the air. Every little bit of them was prepared. Individual shadows inched closer and closer, anxious but seemingly waiting for something, someone.<br/><br/>Yellow one swatted the helpful hand away. “Off of me peasant!” Peasant moth let a silent gasp of heartbreak, flapping back half a step. Her leader’s eyes shot up to the silhouettes of the adventurers, piercing to them with such focus that darkness of night was clearly not among her concerns. “Adventurers from the above. There’s only four. Take them. Take them all!”<br/><br/>An untold number of wings flapped open in the dark as whispers grew from lewd wishes  to screams of joy and action. A strange insectoid flutter breezed through the leaves of canopy as simultaneous flutter launched the swarm into combat. Pale moth-like shadows reached forth from the night with mad grins and pure desire in their eyes. Their hands reached out from the dark nowhere to grab a wrist, ankle, hair, anything that might be used to bend someone’s into submission.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, hidden in the comfort of the bushes, Jon watches the scene unfold. None of the moth have spotted him, but there are a few female ones nearby, approaching the adventurers from behind. It doesn't seem like the odds are fair.<br/><br/><strong>Adventurers. Thog has netted what appears to be the leader of the swarm and thus gained you the attention of a great number of moths. They charge forward to attack and though their sexes may be veiled by fluffy bits and darkness you may very well imagine their use for defeated adventurers does not much differ from rest of the Anus. However, in the black of the night their number and position is nigh impossible to tell. One way or another it’s ass kicking time. What do you do?</strong><br/><br/>OOC: If you have no way of seeing in the darkness take -1 ongoing for all combat actions against the moths.