<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 4: Arawn, Sai, Elrune, Thog<br/><br/>Days ago a party of four made the descent from the Wall of Purity down into the lush jungles of the Green Rim. Their destination? The endless Anus of Gaia in the middle of the funnel-like valley. At first the vibrant beauty of the divine realm greeted them with warmly smiling beauties, but quite soon the party learned that the rumours were all true. The pack of friendly sloth girl and men only offered fruit and treat until the first fool went within arms reach.<br/><br/>A harrowing battle ensued, leading to a slim escape, and then another group of monsters. The trek downhill has been a harrowing struggle with more than a few tough choices on the way. No time to pick up loot. No time to help other adventurers in a pinch. No time to spare if the party wanted to make it down with their asses intact. Somehow they did, part way anyway. Everyone has their gear intact more or less, though with more than a few nicks on their clothes and person. Stains of their assaulter’s sexual fluids have dried on them. For the least lucky a few droplets (or buckets) might have made it inside.<br/><br/>Night has fallen once more upon the weary four. Last afternoon was spent running from a pack of harpies until it became too dark for them to fly. There’s a moment of quiet as the party rests against huge slabs and statues of ancient ruin. Above and around them the darkening foliage flutters to the cooling wind. It carries a humid sweetness and arousal that permeates the hole. Far beyond the screams and moans of the Green Rim’s jungle carry on, though different sets of tones carry on. Further, up there far far away shine the alien set of stars and celestial bodies different from those they grew up with. And, to their left gapes the darkness of the Anus.<br/><br/>There begins a steep set of stairs beginning from the overgrown statue garden refuge. Too steep to walk. It leads down to a crack on the cliffs, flanked on both sides by protective cliff but exposed still to the main fall. Down there hundreds of distant creatures of the night flutter and fly. Large jellyfish-like humanoids illuminate the rest in glimpses of fluorescent white and blue. There the creatures of the Second Layer dance together in an oddly beautiful if rather rapy mid-air spectacle of the base desires.<br/><br/>For a moment it seems the fate is merciful enough to grant the weary adventurers a moment’s respite. They’ve begun to set up a camp in a concealed spot between a statue and trees. However, as the first watch is being negotiated, a flicker of light appears on the clearing of the statue garden. A tall humanoid shape flutters (https://i.imgur.com/l70LXra.png) down and lands with royal grace on gently glowing wings of a moth. She lands on a faraway statue, though keeps her wings fluttering. Then, lifts off and flies towards one right next to the camp. In the night air beyond the glow of her body several more pairs flutter (https://i.imgur.com/b3iCqAO.png). Only glimpses of them can be caught from behind the glowing one. There's no telling how many they are or if they've seen the party yet.<br/><br/><strong>Adventurers, your journey has made you cross the first layer of the Anus. You’ve made it to the edge of stairs that cross to the second layer. However, before you could rest for the descent moths come to investigate your chosen hiding spot. What do you do?</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jon awakens with his cock and body feeling all sorts of sore. Memories are hazy after he got roped by the Floran’s vines and mercilessly used for her pleasure. There is no sign of Ishmael, Kyoko, or the strange knight that had appeared mid fight. Rations are also all gone. Luckily, so is the Floran.<br/><br/>Looking around Jon sees himself surrounded by darkness and more darkness. It’s still night (or the next night?). Going by the lush foliage and a few orange hued cock-shrooms sprouting from the ground next to him he’s somewhere in the Green Rim. His clothes and equipment are in a sloppy pile next to them. It’s hard to say where this really is. The thick jungle blocks both sky and the directions around him.<br/><br/>There’s something else that has changed. On his tan skin Jon sees several squiggly lines of gentle illumination throb to his heartbeat. The thorns have completely overtaken his hair and sprouted fully, cascading down his shoulders in a messy bush. Down there where it matters Jon sees his cock now resemble the thick ‘pollinator’ of the Floran with those throbbing glowing lines and all decorating it. Even further down, by his feet, Jon could see the grass and the sleeping flowers gently bend their head towards his feet as if trying to hug.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a sound disturbs him. Something is close by! Right on the other side of the bush he was hiding Jon spots them: Four figures in the dark huddling by a tent. It’s hard to see who or what they are in the pitch black, but it seems they haven’t seen him either.<br/><br/><strong>Jon, you awaken alone, changed, and without food. As if things weren’t tough enough you’re tossed right into potential danger as you spot four strange silhouettes in the dark. They’re close enough that you can hear their breath if you keep still. What do you do?</strong><br/><br/>OOC: For Jon you get another level of ‘sylvan’-like transformation. You can go further than what I described for your own taste. Eyes and other body parts can glow too. No special advantage from this, but the grass and foliage seem to be affectionate towards Jon.