A blinding strike to the head, the barely audible sounds of an unconscious body being dragged across the ground, your legs scraping against the rocky terrain, and finally the firm grip of at least a dozen hands was all felt as vision began to wane.
A series of chortles and hysterical laughter resonate through this new alien land. A tight rope was wrapped around your torso, your hands restrained, and only your mouth free from being gagged. Restless voices clamor amidst that ringing noise that echoes everywhere.
???: "Hey, hey, hey! They're awake!"
???: "Vornok I told you we should have sedated him earlier!"
???: "Not my fault! The Shaman refused to give me the potion!"
A series of rough, calloused hands grip on your clothing. Before you stands a wide array of Gnolls, vicious towering beasts all differing in size and physique