Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191014001948/@comment-5543592-20191022201646

"That's the spirit, camper, WOW you're really brave!"  AIDENS agreed. "I'll bring the eleavtor up for you, lickity-split!"

Reality gradually came back for Harriot, in snatches. She was sitting on the ground, her hands tied behind her back. The rope was looped around a stake, keeping her from going anywhere.

They were sat at a campfire. The light cast over her captors, and she got to see  them properly.

One was a lean, scrappy looking man. There was a mangled way about him, and he was wholly unimpressive. Especially in comparison to his comrade.

The other tribal was huge, easily halfway to seven feet, and muscled. He was naked from the waist up, probably to show off his killer (literally) arms and chest. He wore a necklace threaded with dried human scalps. His upperlip was swollen and bloody--this was the one Harriot had punched.

"Open eyes, blood bug." The big tribal said. "Open eyes, you no sleep."