<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 1: Anahita, Alexander, Maya, Mei, Sparrow<br/><br/>Group takes the mysterious path. Setting on it it the air around the strange stone steps diverges more and more from the dense moist jungles of the Green Rim. It’s a little cold, chilly even. Rivulets and streams run across and along the steps, every now and then crossing. The stream runs silent, the water freezes at touch. Trees and plantlife too woosh to some ethereal air not natural to this layer of the Anus. Some of  them are barely even real, their branches and leaves thin enough in the material realm that a hand may pass through as if touching a ghost.<br/><br/>Sight of the real Anus around the group fades as the strangeness spreads. At first it seems as if the group might have taken a really bad path. However, as a mage Anahita knows of many things magical and quickly identifies this as a sub-plane. She knows it to be a phenomena that sometimes occurs in places of high magical activity. It warps place and time. Some experienced wizards and mages have been known to use them as shortcuts between places, though mostly those of legendary skills. The placement of the steps and pavement slabs on the path here hints this one too might be a deliberate creation.<br/><br/>Whatever the case it seems a blessing in this moment. From the hidden path the adventurers sometimes notice ghostly figures passing them. They are of very familiar shapes. A path of satyr walks through them. The harpy horde flaps above, passing by without even looking down. On one occasion a humongous naga with an oddly happy expression on her face crashes through the ethereal forest and slithers past. The projections all fade as they tread from the path. Though the real may have been put on a back seat the road is not without its own danger.<br/><br/>Things other than the adventurers themselves stalk these pocket dimensions too. They are humanoid at first glance when they walk out from the bushes and trees. However, their shape flickers and sputters at the edges. Their limbs are of the same pale cold blue as blue as the path with sharp talons at the ends. Cold eyes glimmer with faerie azure flames and a twinkle of the corporeal greed that taints all of Anus. They smile gently as they approach, fangs glimmering in the corners of their mouths. Banshees and ghosts - the lost souls who Gaia’s magic severed from their physical bodies and left to writhe in the ethereal. They attack. Maya leads the defense and rear guard.<br/><br/>Though the victory won easily it takes time to convince the party that they should not stay to fuck these nubile and beautiful ghost people. Eventually Sparrow’s urges to continue are heard, but possibly a little late. By the time they move a new thing has appeared to harass the adventurers. The path behind them has begun to disappear. Tiles fade the forest is swallowed by a downward rumbling wall of mist. The group mage recognizes a textbook pocket dimension collapse.<br/><br/>Maya and company barely have time pull clothes back on and grab armfuls of loot before they have to run. A series of exhausting sprints down the stairs finally put the collapse behind. All of a sudden the party finds itself at the edge. The drop to depths of the Anus gapes before them. View this time though is distorted through the lens of the pocket dimension, but is no less magical to behold. Waterfalls run down there, one roaring right beneath them. Their fall is occasionally broken by ledges and ridges. Vines and plantlife climb up along the steep cliffs of the drop. Countless tunnels and holes bore into the rock. On the very far end on the opposite side (kilometers from here) a humongous castle-like tower lays embedded on the wall of the Anus. The steps still continue. They lead down along the edge of the cliff, and now the group sees where they go.<br/><br/>Down there, maybe a couple hundred meters along the cliffside, there is a building. A three story mansion rises sideways from the wall of the Anus. Its design is old fashioned and dreadful, almost clinical. The rooftop and walls flicker with the same ethereal as the ghosts from before. Magic circles throbb on its walls and windows, echoing a faint purple.<br/><br/>“Might the good adventurers be looking for a place to rest, somewhere to relax, hmm?” interrupts a voice out of nowhere. Behind the group stands a butler, a female butler. Her blue betrays her immediately as one of the ghosts, but the uncontrollable burn of lust lacks from her gaze. She lifts her head from a bow, inspecting the party with hands behind her back. She gestured towards the mansion. “Our master would be delighted to have you visit, even if it is just for a cup of tea. Why not come over, or would you rather try your luck with that?”<br/><br/>Those sprints weren’t fast enough after all…<br/><br/>The mist rolls downhill at an accelerating pace, eating the path and the dimension itself. The butler has disappeared and appears on the path down, gesturing for the party to follow. There might of course be a way to avoid the suspicious invitation and simply weather the impact somehow, but that would require quick thinking and some improvised magics.<br/><br/><strong>Adventurers, a Mysterious Journey was had. It leaves you at the end of the path, now staring into the dark abyss of the Anus through a strange pseudo-dimension that is quickly collapsing around you. A ghost butler invites you to take refuge from it in a strange gravity defying mansion. What do you do?</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>OOC:<br/>The collapse is fast enough that even if you run towards the mansion there’ll be need for some sort of defy danger checks to see if you can run fast enough without fumbling or help each other inside.<br/><br/>It is also quite a strong impact that’s coming. You may improvise with spout lores etc. if you want to try and weather it without taking the ghost’s offer.<br/><br/>Loot:<br/><br/>Anahita arcane zapped some glowing butterflies on the way down. As a person of learning she knows them to be rather valuable. People who inhale some powdered dust can share the same dream. Blowing the powder on someone’s face is likely to make them fall into magical slumber (you get 6 doses each 0 weight). There are also some candy-like berries that seem to dye the tongue ghostly blue and temporarily elongate it. They’ll make for fine rations (10 rations together 0 weight) but their ethereal nature means there may be a downside to consuming them.<br/><br/>Ghosts were rather puny, but they too had clothes and items on them. Among the loot is mostly jewelry and clothes of ghostly transparent-greenish metal and white ghost silk respectively. The clothes are very soft and silky to touch and seem to repair small tear and wear by themselves.<br/><br/>Clothes:<br/>-A dress piece with limited body coverage.<br/>-A partially see through ghost gown.<br/>-Ghostly white lace underwear<br/>-Ethereal bodysuit (very tight)<br/>-And other suitably revealing apparel (for males too)<br/><br/>Jewelry and other accessories:<br/>-A ghostly version of an adventurer name tag<br/>-A horse cock necklace stolen from a futa with a…<br/>-Piercings for intimate zones (these seem to vibrate every now and then for some reason…)<br/>-Lacy blindfold (lets wearer see from ethereal into the real and vice versa, also +1 to defy danger and avoid magic threat, but -1 to avoid mundane ones as all the features are obscured by the blindfold.)<br/>-Metal collar and chains (only a pervert would try these on for no reason)