Demand they untie your hands
From Create Your Own Story
“Release me or taste my wrath,” you growl, mouth half in the dirt.
The Elvin consider this for a moment, and quickly decide. The chief shakes his head. “I do not think we can trust your mercy, can we?”
He makes a gesture to the other Elvins, who approach. You tense, expecting blows – but instead, they open your pack and begin to sift through the contents. Then they pick you up, and carry you out of the village, leaving you in a pile on the side of the path like a sack of waste.
You try to stand, but your legs are still tied. You topple to your knees. The Elvin, turning at the sound, laugh loudly. You call out after them, asking that they at least free you so you can walk. Almost as an afterthought, one returns with a bared knife. For a moment he holds it near your throat – then slices the bonds around your arms. And then he turns, and runs off into the trees.
You stand slowly, battered and bruised. You rub the blood back into your wrists. Then finally you look through your pack to see what you’ve lost.
Still, there are small mercies. You still have your neck. Shouldering your pack, you start to walk once more.
You hurry away from the scene of your humiliation, and reach a prairie with grass up to your waist. The going is much easier out in the open and you make quick progress for once, striding ahead of your lazy shadow.
You walk briskly through the grass across the prairie, until you foot kicks something – something that makes a clink noise. It is a pouch of gold pieces – an excellent find! But as you place it in your backpack, you discover that some things have gone missing – several of your rations are no longer there!
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