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You awaken what feels like a week later on your back, your pilfered clothes damp against your body, but warmed thanks to the comforting sound of a crackling fire just to your left and a warm fur wrapped around you like a tortilla in a chimichanga. Rubbing your eyes, your heart sinks a little bit when you still fail to see anything, but the area around the campsite is loud with the chitter of unfamiliar chitters and cheeps… bird and bugsong denoting a warm evening. The sound of a nearby rushing river tries in vain to drown them out.
As you mull over the last hour’s events in your still-reeling head, you feel a warm towel slip off of your forehead and onto the dirt below. Huh, you mutter, did Rezalith develop a conscience or something?
Before you can ponder ‘<span class="mu-r">Nice Rezalith</span>’ any further, a series of heavy footfalls in metal boots tromp over from the camp’s border! Freezing in place like a hot dog in a pack, you can’t help but let out a quiet whine as a yellow-eyed figure that must be at least twice your size stoops down to leer at you, a pair of tusks nearly poking your face!
Neither of you say a word, though you can both see each other’s eyes. You’re just about to piss yourself when your visitor breaks the ice with a surprisingly brash, but amicable voice!
“Well well, you certainly dozed off! How’s your head, stranger? You were a real mess when we found you!”
Errr…
“Oh Mitaar, what a relief! Morook’s going to be so pleased!” The stranger sighs, rising to her dizzying height again in a symphony of clanks from her unseen armor, “Don’t worry–he just went to grab some meat for the stew. You just rest, okay? Leave everything to Volka!”
Your caretaker winks one of her giant yellow eyes as she takes a seat next to the unseen campfire and throws some more fuel in.
“Now I don’t usually pry into other people’s business, but it’s rare to see a Gnok out here by themselves, especially going for a swim!” Leaning closer, ‘Volka’ prods your arm with a leathery claw that feels bigger than your head. “Especially one with no feathers! What were you thinking venturing out here alone anyways? Morook’s going to chew your horns off when he sees you’re awake, y’know! Fair warning!”
How do you respond?
>What are you?
>Where am I?
>Try to explain your predicament!
>Gnok?
>Who’s Morook?
>Did you see a devil around here?
>PANIC
>Run!
>Write-In!
