Choose Your Own Adventure D30

You decide today is the day you will try to escape. You see Rosalind working in the quarry and for once she does not have the perverted attentions of the goblin overseers. You can try to take her with you! You start working next to her and whisper your plan to her.

The two of you continue working but slowly move towards the edge of the quarry as you continue breaking down rocks with your pickaxes. You watch the orc and goblin overseers, who are whipping slaves to keep the slaves working hard. And when you are on the edge of the camp and the orcs and goblins appear preoccupied, you grab Rosalind’s hand and together make a break for it, running towards the forest.

You make it the forest and you keep running, wanting to get far away as quickly as possible. A half hour later, you are still moving quickly through the forest when you hear it. Barking! It is orc hellhounds! You fear they must be tracking you. As the barks growl louder you realize they are drawing closer. They are tracking you! You are filled with dread as you and Rosalind pick up your pace. You both know your lives are at stake. And there is nowhere you can go to hide, if the hounds have your scent!

A few minutes later, orcs riding hellhounds catch up to you. You wail in dismay as you are snatched, bound, and dragged back to the goblin camp.

The goblins are outraged. Not only did you try to escape but you did so when the orcs were at their camp, embarrassing the goblins, who look like they do not have firm control of their slaves. The goblins decide they will make examples of you and Rosalind. You are both viciously whipped for almost two days straight. Then your broken bodies are hung up on polls outside the camp. The goblins have told you that you are being left there to die, and your rotting corpses will then serve as a reminder to your slave sisters to never defy them.

Rosalind begs for mercy and swears she will never try to escape again. She is gagged and a sack is tied over her head. You do not bother trying to plead for mercy. You know there will be none You are resigned to your fate.

There is another slave tied up on the polls next to you. You wonder what she did. But it doesn’t really matter. Soon all three of you will be dead.

The hot sun bears down on you. You are in so much pain from your whipping. You are so thirsty and hungry. Your whole body feels weak. When you finally succumb to dehydration it is a welcome relief from your suffering.

It is the end for you.

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