In the Dungeons of the Tickle Queen
You turn to run.
The guards look sideways at each other, one of them shaking her head as if to say your effort is futile.
You crash through the trees, determined to put as much distance between you and the two guard women as possible.
There is a whirling sound, and suddenly something wraps itself around your legs and brings you crashing to the ground.
You struggle and fight against whatever it is that has you to no avail. Your legs are pinned tightly to one another by the bola that one of the guardswomen threw at you.
It doesn't take the two long to catch up to you after that. They glare menacingly down at your trapped form, then one of the guards raises a stout looking club and brings it down on your temple.
The world spins, then fades to black.
The guards look sideways at each other, one of them shaking her head as if to say your effort is futile.
You crash through the trees, determined to put as much distance between you and the two guard women as possible.
There is a whirling sound, and suddenly something wraps itself around your legs and brings you crashing to the ground.
You struggle and fight against whatever it is that has you to no avail. Your legs are pinned tightly to one another by the bola that one of the guardswomen threw at you.
It doesn't take the two long to catch up to you after that. They glare menacingly down at your trapped form, then one of the guards raises a stout looking club and brings it down on your temple.
The world spins, then fades to black.