The lush forest became strangely damp and we began to see more mushrooms around us, some of the higher than head-height. They gave off a purple dust of spores that irritated the nose. Our cleric assured us that we were quite safe to inhale it, but I had my doubts. As we began to hear the sound of babbling waterfalls, the forest opened up before us. Rocky outcrops loomed above. They framed a waterfall that split into two and became one again. Large, vibrant dragonflies buzzed around at high speeds, snatching flies from the water's surface. The water sparkled as it travelled down the rocks. It was entrancing. We found ourselves lapsing into peaceful silence as we pushed upwards in search of Ol' Brightvine.
As we inspected the area, we saw bright flower patches. The scent of sap and pollen was overwhelmingly sweet to the senses. It was almost too much for us. Luminous butterflies flitted between them and the trees, flexing their wings open and shut as they rested. We did find two objects that stood out; a hand puppet jester that seemed unsettling, and a banded strongbox. As we bent to open the box, a brown rat jumped up to the rocks above it and began engaging us in conversation. After telling us about its family and other rat concerns, it warned that the chest was cursed. Dissuaded, we bid the rat farewell and carried on with our search.
True to the description, I saw purple vines of a man-eating plant, which led towards its petaled mouth. It was Ol' Brightvine. Silently signalling to my travelling companions, I slowly unhooked my bow and prepared to fight the creature. As they crept near, I saw a nearby vine twitch. As my attention was focussed on that vine, another had crept around my foot, suddenly snapping tight and dragging me towards its slowly opening mouth.