Cartonia

You blink and are instantly in a half circle of brown robbed Woorek carrying long twisted wooden staffs, their tops set with glowing crystals of various shades. Your back is to the wall of cave and you feel slightly damp soil between your bare clawed toes. You are wearing nothing but a loincloth.

“You insolent beast!” One shouts, they all seem to be very angry. “How dare you come into our presence with the fur of a wizard and the stats for a scout! Go back from whence you came!” It points a staff glowing red at you and a fireball streaks toward you. You feel the heat of it burn you to a crisp.