Cartonia

You rip of your loincloth and use it as an impromptu sling, spining it around your head you flick it forward suddenly. It doesn’t work very well, not only does it land well short of the wizards but it also has half the energy of your thrown stone. It turns out loonclothes make terrible slings.

Many of the wizards collapse in gails of laughter. You start to edge towards one side of the half circle thinking you will get away with running while they are distracted. Alas, one manages to overcome his laughter long enough to point a blue stone at you. You see a lightning bolt streak towards you and your entire body arcs with the pain of it before you die.