<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 2: (Knarfy (Moxie), MiraMirror (Xia), Starcry (Ishmael), Faeli (Kyoko), Moon Hound Hati (Jon)<br/><br/>The dryads sit back and let adventurers speak. They grin and chuckle softly as bunnies, half-breeds, and leotard packed rogues shout threats. Amidst the rising tensions Jon still sits by the poor adventuress afflicted by Gaia’s gift. His healing touch does nothing to her transformation and his God seems to ignore the pleas. However, his kindness has not gone unnoticed. The woman stirs from her huddle, looking up at her cleric in flowing robes. “M-my hero…” She whispers. Her hand rises to caress Jon’s cheek. In one smooth motion the woman rises to her knees and leans into his lips.<br/><br/>Her touch is soft and flavor sweeter than any natural fruit. Tongue rolls out through the kiss, pushing its way into Jon’s mouth. It’s fresh. She pushes herself against him. Her breasts squish against his chest. She heaves out a deep sigh into the kiss. A puff of purple cloud fills Jon’s nostrils. If battle ever seemed like a smart idea it certainly doesn’t feel like that anymore. The spore cloud brings a dizzying blur, shutting down ideas that don’t involve fucking the woman right in front of him. The fledgling dryad grins. Her eyes close as she dives in for a long breathless make-out. Little gasps and moans escape her lips, telling him the state of her underbrush. Just to avoid any confusion in case he is a block-head the dryad takes Jon’s hand and guides it between her thighs. There his fingers touch a warm wet slit. She pins his hand against herself, groaning with need, and huffs into the kiss, “Fuck me.”<br/><br/>The dryad leader watches with amusement, unable to quite restrain her giggles. “Indeed. Seems our sister is ‘lost’ to you. In that case I count six to five, if you count your cleric friend anymore?”<br/><br/>She sees the growing disbelief on Ishmael’s face and pauses, lifting her fingers in a gesture. The other dryad hold their ground and listen. Their eyes widen in surprise as Ishmael declares his intentions. If they had had smug grins before the smiles they wear now are nearly terrifying in their width and curve.<br/><br/>Leader of the dryads takes another step forward, now standing above Jon and the recent dryad convert as they kiss and grope. “Oh? If two of you have common sense then that is enough for me. I know the way you people come down, hardly knowing each other, all confused with different trails before you. It’s alright my friend. Even without offering these ladies I would have accepted a fluffy little songbird like you to pass”-her gaze visits the strange book on Ishmael’s hip-”with a little favor of course. Come.” She offers an outstretched palm to Ishmael.<br/><br/>“The rest of you,” she adds, looking at the trio of girls. She is about to say something but shakes her head and clicks her fingers. “Take them!” The dryad commands.<br/><br/>“With pleasure!” Echo the four who have the girls surrounded. They charge; two men at kyoko, herm at Xia, and the quiet woman at Moxie. All at once they make an upward thrust with their arms. The nature answers their call. Roots, vines, and elongated blades of grass rise up from below the girls’ feet! The whole ground around them changes into squiggly terrain that attempts to bind and restrain, snaking up their limbs and bodies. There’s a brief a brief window to avoid capture!<br/><br/>Removed from the immediate battle the leader dryad offers for Ishmael to link his arm with hers. She smiles a warm motherly smile and turns to lead him away from the encounter, deeper into the forest. “Say, little songbird, that book of yours. Do you know who wrote it, hmm? I might. If you be a good bird and sing me a song I might share that, and more,” the dryad promises, leaning as she squeezes her breasts against his arm. The way he looks down at the shorter bard leaves no room for interpretation for what exactly the ‘more’ means.<br/><br/>With her little finger the leader dryad beckons for her newly converted sister to follow. She rises on her feet, her mouth still clinging to Jon’s lips and tongue. The ex-adventuress leads him along, following Ishmael and his new ally down a darkening path.<br/><br/><strong>Kyoko, Xia, and Moxie. Ishmael betrayed you. Jon has been seduced. Debating and pausing for so long cost you the upper hand. The dryads had already taken nature under their control from below you. You can’t much worry about your former friends as you have to act or be captured!</strong><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 3  Starcry (Ishmael), Moon Hound Hati (Jon)<br/><br/><strong>The dryad leader has accepted your offer. She knows of the strange songbook and asks you to sing a song, a seemingly innocent request. Jon meanwhile is led on by the cock by the kissy-kissy dryad who has enchanted him with a puff of purple spores. You are heading supposedly to the dryad’s home. What do you do?</strong><br/><br/><hr/>OOC:<br/>Kyoko, Xia, and Moxie - Defy danger or be bound by their magic. On a 7-9 choose two:<br/>-You don't lose your weapon.<br/>-The vines get you but only two of your limbs. You aren't fully grappled, yet.<br/>-You don't take damage as you try to escape the vines (d8).<br/>Jon - you can attempt defy danger with constitution or willpower when you get back to snap out of the spell.<br/>Ishmael - Sing a song. I will determine the corruption Ishmael gets based on that.