Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-13615389-20160727031203

"Alright, alright, let's get going then." As the group made their way through the maze of crags, they eventually reached the great Tretenvilerth Tree's base, and were presented with quite the troubling sight. A large, reptillian creature sat around the exceptionally wide trunk of the tree, coiled around it lazily; idly whipping its tongue at its scaly body in its slumber. A low-lying branch hung just over the beast's head. They were still a fair distance away, however, and had the high ground. The beast hadn't noticed them yet.

As Ra'Jirr took the man's flower, the playwright remained completely still for a moment. Suddenly, every part of his body, even his clothes turned to dust  and his body caved in on itself; collapsing and falling to the floor. Before Ra'Jirr could react, everyone in the audience suffered the exact same fate until mounds of dust were all that occupied the seats. The entire theatre itself began to dim, its atmosphere fading away until everyone just felt like they were in a horrible cave rather than an actual, grand theatre. In fact, they weren't in a grand theatre at all.

The group suddenly found themselves inside a small meadow surrounded by sheer rocky faces on all sides except one, which seemed to be the mouth of the cave they had entered through in the first place. Ra'Jirr was standing in the middle of a beautiful field of yellow flowers, while Jaree and Qatari were seated in the grass. Qatari's hearing seemed to be damaged, undoing the healing the playwright had done. It was a hivemind illusion, composed of all three of their consciences playing tricks on them in unison. There was no theatre at all, just a small meadow past a damp cave. The curse Tiana talked of was broken to them, since Ra'Jirr had denied it the oppurtunity to thrive, and eat away at them.