Bad Day

[Gaston]

Vladmir woke up, in a strange position. He looked down, seeing a normal nose and, beyond that, hands. Human form. It made sense, and accounted for the strange amnesia he felt. The werebear remembered nothing of the night before, which was easily explainable in his human form; he had probably been out drinking for too long. He moved to stretch his arms, and found himself shackled... not as easily explainable. He tried to move his head to look around, but found that, too, unable to move. Settling for looking ahead, he focused his eyes, seeing the unmistakable little green, imp-like figure of a goblin. Several of them, in fact, all holding spears or clubs, and all looking at him with a murderous glint in their eyes. One turned to another and grunted, the other one turning back after he did and making a growling sound towards the back of... whatever they were in. Stepping out from a hole in the wall, another goblin, even smaller than the rest, stepped forth, brandishing a knife marked with some kind of symbol. The goblin hobbled up, clearly nervous, and held up the knife, pointing it at Vladmir's stomach. One other goblin grunted towards the smaller one, causing it to jump. The little goblin nodded, pushing the knife toward Vladmir. Panicking, Vladmir flailed, shacking the chains, but the goblin continued pushing the knife forward. The other goblins began grunting with some strange rhythm, a chorus of savage sounds emanating throughout the building. Vladmir began to panic, unsure of how he would get out of this situation.