The Scholary Bard that is Gnoll

Ch 1: Well crap.

It's an ordinary day for the likes of me, at least by my life standards.  And right now on my computer just looking at my emails, I glance from my right to see my Rainbow Dash plushie just looking at me.

Yes, yes I'm a brony.

What do you want, a cookie?

Look. I don’t care what anyone says; if it’s alright for girls to get into sports and watch football, we men can watch shows like MLP, and be proud of it Grey damn it. I give a smile to Dashie and looked back to my computer, but not before seeing the screen fill with a familiar face. Before I can shout out or turn around, I feel something whack my head, and my conscious fell into darkness.

***

I groan as my hand slowly rubs my fore head, a piercing ache splits my head in two as my eyes open, and they a starry night sky fill the heavens. The grass weaves under my form as I slowly lift myself from its silky embrace. I rub my eyes to clear the dirt away, only to have my hands stop at the edge of my snout. Wait…my snout? my thinks to itself, as my new paws feel my new face, and glide over the length of my body.

Instead of skin showing on my body, it's fur as dark as the sky above coat my entire form, or at least from what I can tell. Dark blue robes flow over my form, and onto the grass below. All covered by yet another layer of rough cloth complete with hood, don't know what type of cloth, but it's better than being stark nude.

My eyes turn to see a sea of waving grass extends in every direction, the only break being decrepit trees, or corpses, more likely. They turn downward to my paws lay  as a pair of glasses on top of a scroll; they fit wonderfully as my right paw quickly grabs them, and resting easily on top of my muzzle. My paws open up the note as my eyes read it.

Dear boy,

If you’re reading this then you are awake. Honestly, I wish I never do what happen, I just hope you will forgive me one day.

I never want this to happen this way, but I have no other option. If I ask before this happen, then you will say no, don’t deny it, we both know you will. Which is why I had to do this. Normally I use other methods for this task, but let’s just say something more than my reputation is on the line. And certain rules are made, so I can't use one of mine own servants to take this task that befalls of you.

Don’t worry about your home, family, and everything. I took care of it all, I made sure they are all calm, and in no way connect to you.

But to ensure this to happen, I had to patch up loose ends, so I had to make you die. Don’t worry, the ones who need to know about this whole thing are satisfied that you are still alive, well in this world anyway.

Anyway, I decide to give you a gnoll body because not only it'll be familiar, but if I had given you a dragon one, you will screw up somehow. And we both know neither a pony nor griffon body will suffice. Hell, not even a lich body can work since you probably kill yourself in a magic test. Now as for where you are, and which world you're in that's easy, I've dropped you in a Savannah on a world I think is call Equis. You're far away from a land call Equestria, but don’t worry I will watch out for you. Even though it's not going to be all the time, like I said, there's more than my reputation at stake here.

Take care.

From your friendly kidnapper, Grey: God of the Banishments

My eyes blur with rage and as my paw throw the message to the floor. My head raise up with my snout pointing up, my jaws open as my voice screams to the heavens.

“DAAAMMMMMNNNNN YYYYOOOOOOOOUUUUUU GGGGRRRRRRREEEEEYYYYYYYY! YOU SON OF A DRAGON WHORE! I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU SO BADLY THAT NOT EVEN YOUR BROTHER WILL NOTICE YOU!”

As I'm shouting and having my tantrum, my sense fail to notice  a couple of nearby beings take advantage of my distress state. My chest heaves vehemently as the last traces of anger leave in hot breaths. I turn to my left only to be knock out by an unsuspecting paw, as once again the darkness flood my vision.

Really now, this is getting old.

***

I slowly open my eyes to find iron bars surrounding me. A bloody cage. I think to myself.

My nose snort out air as my eyes scan my surroundings. I'm in a wooden cart, being pull by two equines, yokes on their necks, with their heads down. The sizes of them reminds me of something, but for the life of me I can't remember what. But my eyes glance to two tan beings by each side of the cart. Probably the ones who knock me out earlier. My wrist are tie up by strong rope, including my ankles, and this muzzle on my jaw. What’s more, everything that is mine are gone from me, especially those glasses, thankfully the only thing they 'give' in return are a grimy pair of shorts. And from what the lack of tightness that is around my waist can tell me, it means if I'm not careful, then I might accidentally become a quick bitch.

I’m being carried somewhere, although I can't say for sure the lack of light dampens my surroundings. Don't know if it's on purpose or not, unless they're stingy bastards. But from what I can gather is that rocks everywhere, which means we might be in a canyon area, or are heading to underground. I try to move my head to get more intel, but the moment my head move, my neck starts to clench, my head move back to it's original position, and soon it's gone. Oh great, a collar, and not just any old collar. But one that choke the life out of you if you move. Guess they don’t want their new 'guest' to know where they are taking me.

My eyes look around to see that there are torches around us, meaning that we just enter in a cave, and I haven't notice during my time sightseeing. However my ears do hear a faint 'clink' noise. Okay, best case scenario, I'm a mine slave. Worst cast? I'm going to be a sex slave. Neither option is looking good for me.

However the cart stops before a strange looking gate with two guards. Now due to the lacks of lights, except for barely lit torches, I can't say what's on them, nor do I know what the guards look like except for the fact that they are furry, dress in armor, and my cell is short enough that I can't see their faces. But the good news, is that my ears hear the voices around me, and honestly my chances of a sex slave, might become a reality.

“I see we have a new volunteer,” says a gruff female voice.

“Yes we found this male shouting out in the Savannah. Honestly, I’m surprised there wasn't a Sister keeping watch on him.” reply to the guard of my right. Sigh, yep might become a sex slave, considering there are females around me, and there's a good indication I'm in a place where it's a matriarch lead system. Although why they mention a 'sister', I bet that they mean 'female'. Wonder if guys are call 'Workers', or 'get over here, bend your knees, and lick bitch!'

Honestly I'm surprise I can understand them, but new body, must mean new rules.Now that I think about it, what are their race? for all I know it could be another race of furry beings. Insanity, it could felines, dogs, it could be even Catkind! Which reminds me, I'm a Gnoll, and from what I remember from playing D&D, Gnolls are considered hyena-people. But the problem is that there's more than one type of Gnoll, considering the different places there are in the whole universe, or worse their body structure. Damn, that makes me think about the types of laws. Who knows what laws they have here, especially to guys!

Either way, I am beyond screwed. Before my mind goes on, my ears flick as I hear the conversation once more. “What shall we do with the male?” asks one, you know I really want to know who's talking but, being put in place by a collar that chokes by movement is good reminder that I can't follow simple politeness.

“We will place him with the other caged ones until the Elder decides his fate.” tell one, the others agree to this as the cart moves again. The door way opens, how I have no idea, but I'm betting it's a hand signal, or some muttering. Five minutes of low dim light in a long cavern bores me, or until it changes directions. Sometime their shorts, others time it takes at least two minutes for the cart to switch direction. Which makes me think that not only the cave system is long, but there are more passage ways to the entire place.

We finally stop as a door opens, my eyes look around to see cages on both of my sides, and I manage to get a quick glimpse of hanging cages up on the ceiling. But my eyes can't make out anyone in the cages as the entire room is fill with many cages. However if my 'ride' is close, my eyes might get a good look at the occupants in these cages. Thankfully I manage to see some ponies, a couple of griffons, and...Changelings? I wonder how they manage to get love, I mean it's a bit, WAIT A MOMENT! Changelings? Ponies? Griffons? Equis? Equestria?

Oh fuck me with sexy changeling queen! Grey you bastard! You brought me to the realm of Equis! And not only that, but you even didn't ask me if I wanted to bring cheese! Wait, why did I say that last part?

Before my mind can ponder, a gray aura envelops my cage, freeing it from the gravity’s grasp of the cart, as it set me down with cages by me. My eyes glance to see both are ponies, their necks, legs, and muzzles are clamp. For some reason their heads are down, and even though I can't tell where there eyes are looking, I know it's down. Which means their spirits are broken, they seem to be Earth Ponies, and judging from their bulk, they're stallions.

However the cage to my left open as my eyes manage to get a good look to one of the females as she unlock the chains and lead the stallion along, she seem to be a hyena canine, and wearing leather armor.

Okay, so it seems I'm among Gnolls. Normally one who is consider 'normal' in this situation, will freak out from all that happened in the last few hours. However, let it be said that I am consider far from normal. Sure I might freak out a little, but I’m going to put my panic, and surprisingly anger into my little bottle of useful emotion later. *Sigh* I just got here and things are looking bad. If this is life that bastard Grey plan for me, then this life stinks, and I want a refund.

Well might as well make a five step plan. A second later, a small list pop into my mind.

one: be patient.

two: find every bit of information I can get my claws on

three: get out of here as fast as I can.

four: ???

five: profit.

Okay, that’s a good plan, provided I can actually bloody follow it. And lets not forget the fact anything can go wrong from any plan making. Ugh, you know what? I’m just getting some bloody shut eye. The sooner I sleep, the quicker I can figure out what’s what.

***

A groan comes out from my mouth as my ears hear something rattle. Like one of those annoying metal on metal rattle. My eyes clench as my will want to ignore the noise, but it keeps getting damn louder every second. My eyes open up, and my mouth try to shout at whoever is making such a racket, and tell them to stick it where the sun don't shine. Only to discover my muzzle is still clamp shut, my still sleepy mind panics, until it remembers the unfortunate events of last night. Surprisingly there's light, and no it's not torch light, it's actual sunlight, beaming down from the ceiling.

Well at least we're getting vitamin D for the rest of our lives. the comment made in my mind, my ears hear a 'ahem' as my eyes look to see two light brown paws, with leather cover legs connecting to paws tapping on the ground. And from what I can guess, this one is a female from how skinny the legs are. “Wake up, the Clan leader wants to see you.” tell the female. Called it. Hmm, she said 'clan leader' guess the Gnolls around here live in a clan society. Wonder who this ‘Clan Leader’ is anyway?

The cage door opens as my ears hear the lock is gone, and she kneels down to my sight, blade grasped firmly in her left hand. I don’t know if I can call them claws, or do I need to call them paws? Eh, I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. However as she kneels down in front of me, my eyes have a good look of her entire body. She's a light brown Gnoll, the muzzle of hers shown of dark brown. Tribal leather all over her body with strange symbols on them. Not to mention glaring yellow eyes looking straight at me.

“If you cause trouble, then I’ll gut you on site, got it?” she tell me. My eyes roll as they look back toward her, I give her my best  ‘You think I’m stupid?’ look. “Hmph, guess you do have a brain after all male.” she merely say as she cut loose the ropes that once hold my ankles together, are cut away. I look at her, and move my neck a little bit to let her see the choking, and none choking as my neck is back in place. Look at my neck and see that I can't move that easily without choking. my mind think in a sarcastic manner.

She snort as she speaks a word in another language, and my collar lessen as my head move around a bit. As she moves out of the way, my body slowly moves out as I haven't the time to fully see how my new body works. I crack my neck, stretch muscles, and look at her. She's about probably at least two feet taller than me, so if I can make a guess, I'm probably 4 ft and she's 6 ft.

So either I'm naturally small for Gnoll male sizes, or I'm a runt compare to other male Gnoll. If so then I’m pretty small, but then again I have a huge feeling that all males are small like me. my mind thinks as my eyes notice her look of surprise on her face as she notice I haven't made a move to escape, and is waiting for her to guide me. She took out a rope with her right, as my arms move in front of me, letting her know that I know the message, and letting her bind my wrists.

“Come on.“ she order as she guide/drag me by the passing cells, as we go to the left lane. My gaze quickly notice that  some of the cages are fill with male Gnolls, I'm not going to guess that the males are dumber than rocks around here. If so then that does explain her surprise look, and let me know that it's somewhat a pity. I mean really, I'm probably one of the smart guys around here. Well, for a Gnoll that is.

I notice a door of stone as we are before it, she speaks a word at it being to open, the entrance is a bit darker, with no natural light shining through it, but it does have the torches. The stone roll away on its left, as my eyes look far to see how long it goes. Sadly I don't have the time as my legs move as fast as they can, as she drag me and keep pulling my bound wrist. My eyes try to look all over my surroundings to get more information, but she isn't giving me that luxury.

My entire being is being pull to whatever directions she choose, however we enter in a very large cavern as building of stones, and small window like holes fill my sights. Don't know why there's a lack of beings here, but the vibe I'm getting is that this is some sort of relic of the past, or someone use to live here, but got kick out when the Gnolls attack. My eye’s notice we're heading to a bigger door that's in front of us, we stop, she say the magic word and we exit out.

Now my eyes may have been use to sunlight in the cage I now live, but when you just travel in a dim light walk way, with not much light, your eyes can't adjust to the hit of sudden, and somewhat painful light coming straight to your face. Which happens to me, my body flinch from the hit of sunlight, and instead of allowing me to adjust the light, she pull harder as she force me to adjust with my head down. My eyes look down as they blink, slowly allowing myself to see clearly, and soon I'm good.

We move out of the cave, and through the sandy canyon setting around us, rocks on each side of the two of us as we keep moving, and eventually they end as a Savannah slowly appears, and soon maybe a half a mile away, figures can be seen. As we keep moving in the Savannah, more figures, or rather more Gnolls appear. And the more we walk to a slowly appearing shapes just a few distance away, the closer we be to the camp for this tribe.

And I’m right, considering my eyes look at the makeshift camps, fireplaces, and Gnolls of shape and sizes all around. However it's mostly females with some children, the males are few and between. Now my mind finally realize how all those stallions in Ponyville feel when they walk around in town. Outnumber, with little defense, and doom when the heat season comes around. Especially with all the looks that are given to me. I swear I feel like I'm either off to be judge, or their checking me out to see if I can be of use to them.

We walk by the forming crowd of the Gnolls, my ears can practically hear their gossiping in the air.

“A male? Never seen him before.” one say.

“Look at his fur, its all black like the night, that isn't natural.” tell a older female.

“Including the eyes, is he a outcast?” say another one.

“Could be, he must of been driven out by his Clan.” another agrees. Wait my eyes? What is wrong with me eyes? Oh Grey if you did anything to make my life here so difficult, I swear I am going to do something something to you when the chance to see you again comes! We finally stop before a large tent of some sort. Can't say what the symbols on it mean, but I know this is where the Clan leader lives and pass judgement.

If it isn't, then I owe five favors to a certain god.

We enter inside as the entire look seems odd. For one there's nothing around us, except for pillows, blankets, and three female Gnolls in front of us. The one on the left seem to be some warrior, or warrioress if one wants to be correct. Warpaint on her left side, not to mention blue out of all colors, I mean her fur is bloody dark green, you think that she choose some other color for that paint? Ah well, hmm, her entire body structure is cover by steel armor surprisingly, thought she use leather.

She has a knife and blade sheath by her waist, a carve wooden staff in her right, and for some reason she's glaring at me. I swear it's like she trying to kill me with those light green eyes. Now the one on the right is cover by a long piece of blue robe, everything on her is cover, even her paws, and feet? Screw it, from now on, their hands are paws, and their lower paws are feet. Anyway her entire body, except for her muzzle, is cover by robes. And her fur color is dark brown, pity I can't see her eyes, but if I make a guess, she's the magical type for the duo.

Or a priestess, either one will be a good guess. Now for the one in the middle, she too is cover by robes, but unlike miss mage on her right, it isn't covering her head, just the rest of the body. There some wrinkles on her face, light brown fur, and cautious brown eyes, which means she's the head honcho around here. We're about three steps before them as my 'guide' stop, give a small bow to the elder, and speak.

“Greeting Clan leader, I have brought the male.” she reports to them.

The favors I bet are mine, only problem? There's no one to use it for. Now this leader nod her head to my 'tour guide' and speaks in a granny, but authority tone.

  “Bring him closer, Ryna.” she say, huh 'riynea', eh? Hope it doesn't mean 'she who brings capture males to try to please a old lady. So she went up, tug me two steps before them, and let them look at me. There's a moment of silence before the  big strong warrioress demands in a harsh tone.

“Kneel male.” she growl at me, I however, don't move on her 'request'. So my guide kick behind me knees, force me down on my kneecaps as the brute chuckles at my wince expression.

“Why were you out in the Savannah male?” ask the warrioress, My eyes just look at her, then my muzzle, then to her again. She gives a growl of annoyance as she finally realize that my mouth can't speak, with something holding it down.

“Ryna, remove his muzzler and let him speak.” order the warrioress. The guide nods her head as she unlock my muzzle holder, and place it on the ground. My jaws move a bit as I test the muscles with a bit of opening, and closing. You know, making sure it's working right in case they made sure that I can speak.

“Now then male answer.” she speaks in a tone of commanding, and a bit of dominance. Oh joy.

Hmm. Should I be a complete asshole to them? Or tell them the truth? Considering I was put in a cage, tug around like fresh meat, and was knock out. I have to say the asshole idea is better. Best to make sure I sound like a idiot as well “Well I was just minding my own business and was going through the savanna on my little merry way until all of a sudden I saw a giant rock! It was a rock and it was giant! I decided to look and inspect it until I got bored and left the giant rock.”

I'm honestly surprise that my tone is a baritone, but then again I have been a little peeve earlier to notice the tone of my awesome voice. But enough about my smexy voice, and more on to the story. “Then I decided to rest my poor feet until I got knock out, probably from one of your scout teams, or scavengers. Nevertheless I woke up in a cage, was being carry in a cart by ponies! Then I-,” before I can continue my BS story, she snarls at me, move up to me, place a dagger on my throat, and pretty close of slitting it.

“Tell us why you were out there!” she shout at me, my face flinch as her loud, obnoxious, and painful shout hurt my newly sensitive ears.

“Hey watch it! My ears are sensitive to shouts of obnoxious temper tantrum bitches!” my voice reply in a agitating tone, I know I went a little too far with the bitches comment, but I really don't give a damn right now. My eyes can already see the shock in her eyes, considering that she  never been own like that before, she place the knife a little more close to my neck, so close that I can feel the edge of the blade. I bet she wants to gut me for being disrespectful to her.

“You will show respect male.” she snarls at me, my eyes rolled around to mock her.

“Oh no, what are you going to do? Slit my throat? Because there's nothing more scary than a temper tantrum bitch who can't control herself, when there's a male around. I swear it's like you're in heat, and you don't know what to do about it.” I reply in a sarcastic tone, she looks more than shock now, there seem to be a bit of red on her expression, and a vein popping out of her head. Perhaps I may need her owner to heel this one. My head moves a bit to the right as my voice call out the attention  of the Clan leader.

“Excuse me? Miss great and powerful Clan leader, who has my life in her hands? Can you please tell your loyal, and short temper warrioress to stop with the threatening to life on me? Its getting quite annoying.”

My ears heard an amusement chuckle coming from her as she speaks.

“Mire, remove your blade on the male, its been quite sometime since I had a funny one.” tell the elder, the one name Mire has the look of someone who really wants me dead, but she comply to her leader. But that doesn't mean her growling hasn't been notice either as she slowly put her blade away, and letting me breathe easier. I’ll be honest, even though my face is calm, my heart been pumping at max pace, thought I've sign my fate to death quicker thanks to a angry lady, and her blade.

“Why thank you great and powerful Clan leader. As you can see I only give respect to those who earn it, and frankly the only one I see is the Clan leader since she just save my hide from being use into new leather. And I bet that the Clan leader has a few questions does she not?” I ask with a smile, a chuckle escape from her maw, she looks at me with a glint of amusement in her eyes.

“Yes, now then male, where do you come from?” she ask me, I breath in as my mind begin to spin my tale. Okay have to make a story that is not only believable, but be able to make sure that I won't be kill off, can't exactly punch Grey if I'm dead to begin with. Beside if I lie straight to their faces, their mage may use some sort of magic BS on me to see if I'm telling the truth or not. Have to make sure I do this right. my mind think as it gain an idea.

“You see, in order to tell you how I came around here, I must tell you the reason I am here. I don't know if you notice, but I'm consider ‘different’ from my former clan-mates. Both males and females all alike, my father, was trying to start a revolution, claiming that males should be the dominant ones. It was short live, as he was gut down for the traitor he was. And all this happen when I was just a pup.” I say as the tail is spinning, that manage to claim their attention, now to add more to it.

“My mother, was against my father, and she desperately try make sure to tell others, especially my former clan leader, that even though I'm a male, that I wouldn't follow my fathers path. Good news was that my mother, and sister reputation became salvageable. But the bad was that  no matter what she done the damage was permanent. And I was forever brand, as the bastard child in the eyes of my former clan. Thankful she and my sister was spare from the shit I had to put up with, but I guess I didn't even help to over come my rep with way I refuse to partake warrior path.” this cause them to raise an eyebrow or two.

The robe one speak in one word to me. “Explain.”

I shrug. “Well, unlike many Gnoll cubs, I hadn't much luck to be taught, with both my reputation, and my lack of willingness to be among the fighting. You see instead the way of the warrior, I instead to choose the way of the scholar, sometimes you might need more wits, than muscle to survive this world. But I did manage to learn the basics of self-defense, thanks to some who pity me." I say to them. They are buying it, but I have to keep letting them listen more.

“So after a few years of being hated, and when I finally grown up, I wanted to partake my right of passage to adulthood. But there was a slight problem, the first was of my gender, my father legacy, and finally the way I look. No one wanted me, wanted to train me to be apart of the next generation. Finally getting sick of everything I decided to leave with what I had, and become a wayward bard. Thankfully I met a bard who took me under her eye as we go travel the world, seeking knowledge, and finding adventure. And after a few years of such, we split ways, she claim that I learn all that I can. But I honestly didn't expect to wound up here.” I say.

The elder take in the story, but unfortunately I forgot one detail.

“And what is your Clan name?”  she ask me. My mind cursed inward as I need  to think a good excuse. “Well you see that's the thing, since I left my clan, they forbid me mentioning them to anyone, especially to another clan, considering that I'm 'a stain that will never be remove'. So in other words I'm a dishonor to them, not to mention dead in their eyes, considering I feel the same to the clan at whole, I don't mind it.  I’m not allow to say it at all. The feeling is mutual.”

“Wait, what about the one who raise you mongrel?” speak out the warrioress. A snort escape my snout as my head shakes left and right.

“Oh I don't view them dead, but they do somewhat consider me a dishonor as well. I don't mind, since I try to isolate myself from them, beside their happy now with me out of their story. Beside when I said I consider my Clan dead I meant it as a whole, not just all the individuals." I reply.

"Then answer me this, how did you came to our territory?" ask the robe one. Hmm, I can't exactly say a god did it, maybe I can stretch the truth a little bit? my mind thinks. "Well a few days ago, I met a trickster, and I made an bargain with him. Provide him with music, and in return somewhere new to go. Honestly I thought he would take me to a city, not to another clan territory. But at least he left me a note, which I bet burn before you even got a chance to read. Am I right? ” I finish with my tale.

The warrioress look at me with surprise on her faces, while the mage is just silence, and the Clan leader just give off a little laugh.

“Correct, it seem you are indeed telling the truth when you said you use your brain more than the muscles on your body.” she say. Okay good, they bought my story, now for the *really tricky part*** I say in my mind. My throat clear itself as I speak.

“Now  you know why I'm here, perhaps we can go on to solve this bit of problem. You see I like living, very much, and the warrioress over there want to gut me. And that is problem for me, so where I'm from there are probably three ways I look at this situation.” I tell them.

Miss prissy pants is growling at me, and is taking out her knife, or until the Clan leader stop her with a raise paw as speak softly, and I swear by Grey that I see a smile of mischief on that look of hers.

“Continued on male.” she speak to me.

“Well from what I can tell, you ladies need another male for your tribe, preferably one with the smarts, I mean who knows, perhaps there's a female around here who prefer a smart equal, but honestly the fact is that it probably won't work. Considering it's hard for me to interaction with others in a Clan, and for them to take me serious. The second is one I really dislike, you'll probably slit my throat and move on in life. Honestly I don’t like the second one, mostly because it means bad for me.

"Or the third choice, where you could let me go on my merry way, and we will have no problem. I travel on my way, and you won’t have to feed another mouth. It’s a win-win for us both.  So really for the best of all of us I say we go to option three and ignore two, and forget about one.” I say, however miss cutthroat interject.

  “Or we could go just slitting your throat. May I Clan leader?” asked Mire.

“How about no? Like I said earlier, I like living, who doesn't? And I suggest you cut me lose and we move on our own merry ways?” I say with a smile. The elder look at the two and motion them to follow her.

“Mira, Dizos, come to me.” as they all move up and leave the tent. I sigh as my legs cross each other to let my blood flow. You know, I wonder if they actually bought the entire story at all, I really hope I get out of here. It's been a few minutes until they all return, the elder sit down as she speaks to me. “We have decided on what we choose of your fate. You go back with Ryna as we make you work in our mines and serve us.”

My eyes look to her as a look of surprise is on my expression.

“Huh, you're really clever you know that? I did not see that one coming. Well done.” I applaud her, she nod her head with a smile. The damn muzzle back on my jaws, and my body force up from the ground as we take our leave. Well this is quite a surprise, now I have to make a plan to escape. Oh goody. That means who knows how long of waiting for right information, including on gathering useful assets and finally making sure the plan will work correctly and me not dying.

Overall I have my work cut out for me. my mind thinks as my body is being drag back once more into the caves, I decide to not even fight, or even running since I know that I will lose the battle before it even begins. Going to make time to consider all the possibilities.

Preferably talking with a certain god when I have the chance.

Grey you are so going to pay.