A Renaissance Nightmare
You’re scared. Screw Noraa, you need to save your own skin! You take off sprinting back towards the woods where you came from. You get about ten yards when your feet get tangled together and you hit the ground with an audible BOOM! You look back to see your feet entwined with thick rope and being tied together by three angry looking elves in blood red robes. One of them strikes a grin revealing a row of sharp teeth as red as his clothes. He scowls, “How lucky we are to find such fresh meat in these woods.” Two of them hold you down while the other wrestles with you to constrain your wrists. They take a long stick and slip it between the ropes tied to your arms and legs. They lift you off the ground so that you’re hanging from the ropes that tie your limbs together.
The elves carry you off deep into the woods. From afar, you see the glow of a fire. As you get closer, you notice that a mass of red elves are dancing around the fire chanting in a language you don’t understand. The fire dances between two wooden poles, each with a dent in the middle. You don’t like where this is headed. You try to wiggle back and forth in hopes of releasing the elves’ grip. No luck. They set you on top of the fire, and you feel your clothes begin to singe away off your back.
The elves carry you off deep into the woods. From afar, you see the glow of a fire. As you get closer, you notice that a mass of red elves are dancing around the fire chanting in a language you don’t understand. The fire dances between two wooden poles, each with a dent in the middle. You don’t like where this is headed. You try to wiggle back and forth in hopes of releasing the elves’ grip. No luck. They set you on top of the fire, and you feel your clothes begin to singe away off your back.