D&D: You fall into their traps
From Create Your Own Story
-As you hunt them down, there's a sudden sharp pain on your leg. You let out a loud howl before a cage falls on you from the roof of the forest. You prowl around in it, whatever is hurting your leg is dug into your flesh. You trash around the cage. In your bestial awareness, you see several human aproaching you. one of them aims a blowgun at you and you feel a dart entering your side. You slowly lose consciousness.
You wake up and grumble about. Your hands are tied together to a wooden pole. and you feel something metallic strapped around your neck. You look around and see your in some kind of camp,
One of the human is keeping watch close to you. Your morning grumbles attract his attention. You grumble and rolls on your back. Your clothes have mostly been ripped off when you shapeshifted so you are pretty much laid bare for all to see.
"Hey guys, she's waking up." he says. the other humans get closer to you.
You rolls on your side to cover a bit of your nudity, more out of anger then any kind of prudeness. The humans gather around you. there must be five or six of them. All dressed like mercenary. Their large form towering over your frame. As an elf, you are much lighter then them.
"what a nice catch... Didn't think we'd get one.. that sorcerer knew how to get them."
"What should we do with her?"
"Hrm.. she looks pretty harmless now.."
He aproach your hand and you try to bite it off wildly. He reel back lightly."Hrm... she still got teeth..." he smiles wickedly.
"You better let me free before I rip you all to pieces..." you say angrily. They look at each other and laugh lightly at your empty threat. You growl and try to shapeshift but something supress your power. You feel your energy being drained through the collar you have.
The chief leans down and smiles at you, picking your chin:"You better be nice here little pet... and don't bother trying your fancy magic... " he says while tapping the mettallic collar" this'l keep you in check..."
He kicks your side, rolling you on your back and admire your nubile naked body. Despite your light frame, you're tougher then you look.
You look up at them in defiance but they look down at you with a predatory glare. "So captain.. this is the only one we found. what do we do with this one ?"
It occurs to you that they are not poaching animals. they are hunting druids !!!...
The captain ponders a moment. He then looks at you and says:
D&D: "Feed her but don't touch her. We need her in prime conditions"
D&D: "Tie her up to the breeding pen. We should break her in before we sell her"
