gnoll tribe

The nocturnal forest pulsates with unsettling sounds – the distant beat of improvised drums, the thud of bare feet running through the undergrowth, and hoarse laughter more reminiscent of hyenas than people. You follow the narrow trail, your eyes alert for the whispers of Kobolds… but something else awaits you.

A dry crack and an uncomfortable sensation on her foot. A rough spike, covered in sticky oil, scratches her skin. The burning sensation spreads, and her body tenses before she can react.

Between flashes of consciousness, he sees shadows leaping among the trees—thin bodies, long arms, jaws gaping in mischievous grins. Rough ropes bind their wrists, their weapons are kicked disdainfully into the undergrowth. Laughter cuts through the night, loud, dissonant, like a chorus of small, crazed voices.

When your eyes finally open, the smell is of smoke, burnt wood, and old leather. You are in a cage made of intertwined branches, inside a cave lit by flickering torches. Naked, with your arms tied behind your back and an iron collar fastened around your neck. The sound of drums grows louder... and dozens of voices, roaring and laughing, announce that the hunt is over, and the real party is about to begin.