<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 1 (JoanieSappho (Anahita), Pdragon (Sparrow), Nastara (Chains), Lynnette (Maya), Kimera (Mei), Shilue (Alexander))<br/><br/>Behind and around them Alexander spots only quiet forest. Despite Mei’s findings for now this little part of the canyon is quite safe. Perhaps, if they stayed, it could get risky, but right now no hoofed people or any other monsters are about to assault them. However, the dangers of the Green Rim are known. It is not a place where one spot will stay safe for long. The jungle above continues singing in a lewd mockery of the melody of birds and nature of the world outside. Who knows what will stumble this way if the group stalls?<br/><br/>Eyes still out for signs Chain finds what Mei found, that the these signs here mean little more than welcome. An experienced trapster knows to keep herself sharp as she takes point and leads the group deeper. Everyone can feel the effect of Anus as they descend the steep decline. There's a certain tingling in the skin, deep in the body, and in the back of the mind. Since it's the Green Rim effects of the curse are not too strong, but the sensation reminds the group they should be wary of fast drops. The canyon narrows and descends into a narrow slope turned precariously slippery by the stream it follows. The walls grow tall, sounds of the above distance. They have to dodge overgrown branches hanging on the path. A few times the path grows nearly too narrow for some of the bustier and buttier members of the group. Still no traps. If the group is lucky this is one of the numerous wrinkles of the Green Rim that lead to the layer below, if not this is a dead end full of horny rape happy monsters.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/4qDXrrg.png)</div><br/>All of a sudden the path widens. Multiple little streams and waterfalls cascade from the cliffs above, fattening the little trickle into a shallow river. The warm water shines in aquamarine. Its gentle light competes with the orange of the cock-shrooms. Though together their light removes the darkness of the canyon the foliage is still thick enough to hide the adventurers.<br/><br/>At first glance it looks almost safe. From the middle of the knee deep pool rises a pentagonal formation of five wooden poles littered in carvings and sporting some questionable protuberances. Remnants of torn greenish ropes hang from them. Those carvings from earlier are ever more present and lewder than ever. They vary from simple totems to large wooden boards, depicting all manner of creatures and species caught between those horned ones. The victims are often bound, always fucked, sometimes contently clinging to their new master’s hoofed legs. Faces of their wooden captors sneer and laugh, as if openly mocking or challenging their viewers.<br/><br/>Chain manages to stop her friends just in time. There is a distinct shift in the pattern of the signs, and what’s more, in the hoof prints. They had left normal enough steps until now, but past this little cover at the mouth of the clearing they jump, then skip, skip, and jump. They all do. It can’t be a coincidence. A bit of green rope peeks from beneath the moss right next to where a hoof print would have normally been. She spots something else move in the foliage around the clearing some fifteen-sixteen meters to the left.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/EKc3FLh.jpg)</div><br/>She spots a shapely humanoid figure of soft brown skin with hip length ashen hair as the only cover on her body. No doubt about it she is one of those creatures from the carvings and an inhabitant of the Anus! Her scut tailed butt wiggles between some bushes. She seems fully engrossed in erecting one of those signs or working on a trap next to it, humming gently to some tune as she works. The creature moves, taking a step to the side. For a brief moment the space between her thighs flashes in view. She’s got more equipment on the front than just the jugs - a big thick dong.<br/><br/><strong>The party has advanced and come to a strange spot with provocative signs surrounded by traps. Even if you can see the hoof-prints moving quickly or sneakily will be tricky. (Defy Danger with stat appropriate to your manner of avoiding them if you wanna give it a go!) In the middle stand various poles with remnants of ropes hanging from them. The water is warm and stones down there very pretty. The creature has not yet spotted the party. What do you do?</strong>