Return to the Forest

You’d made the decision to follow Greggor the Great into the forest under the pretense that he was the one you trusted the most out of the lot of them. Besides, he did buy you a couple drinks at the Burning Blade. You owed him one.

A gust of cold air howled against the shell of your ear, sending chills down your spine! Oh, what a thrill! Eagerly following in suit with the group, you hunched over to hide yourself among the tangle of overgrown brush. 

It appears your assumption of this being glorified LARP was right. Groaning, you painfully relaxed the tension held in your muscles, the bitter savor of anticlimax leaving a bad taste in your mouth about all this. But, after weighing the option of trying to find your way out of the woods alone, you decided to stick around for the time being. Partying with the Guild of Mystics didn’t sound too bad right about now…

But the group marched on nonetheless. For context’s sake, you aren’t the most athletic person you know, even on flat, solid ground. So a half mile into the strenuous hike, you started falling behind a little.

Then a little more. 

And soon you were stumbling instead of walking. Panting, you paused to catch your breath against a tree. The sound of your heartbeat in your own ears drowned out the low growl reverberating from the bush at your feet. 

You were too busy looking ahead to make sure you didn’t lose sight of the group to notice the glinting pair of emeralds sizing you up.

A massive paw snatched around your ankle and yanked. Before you could blink, the ground slammed up against your chin like a boxing glove, stunning you! Quickly getting your bearings, you gripped desperate handfuls of grass, in a pinch-stricken bid for escape, but it was no use! Whatever it was, it was certainly stronger than you…

What do You Do?