Head towards the village

The white walls of the Mythic City are very intimidating. With no idea who is inside the city or who is manning the gate, you decide that the small village outside the walls would be a safer destination. At least if things go wrong you can make an escape.

Lenny agrees with your assessment and you set off in the direction of the village. However, things immediately get weird. As you take a few steps towards the village you begin to realize that it is getting closer much too quickly. The key word is "closer" and not "bigger." After hardly fifty yards you realize you are standing perhaps ten feet away from a model village that has been constructed with incredible detail at the scale of action figures.

You see that the action figures are not toys a second too late. With a crack and whistling of air you are suddenly caught by tiny, catapult-launched spears with ropes - barely threads to your eyes - strung between them. Lenny is similarly caught off his guard and you both tumble to the ground with ropes across your chests and necks and spears pinning you to the soft grass. Before you can react a tiny war cry goes out and dozens of five and six-inch tall men come running out of a thicket of grass, brandishing more spears and coils of rope.

You try to turn, but they begin hurling their spears with **** accuracy. Their **** is well-practiced and executed. It would be amusing if it weren't happening to you.

"What the hell?" cries Lenny as his arms and legs are caught in a netting of tiny ropes. Yours are similarly pinned to the earth. The miniscule army assaults your body, scaling your sides and climbing onto your belly and the portions of your chest. The little men are dressed in peasant clothing and bits of armor. They cheer as they ascend you. One particularly brave fellow climbs a breast and stands atop it, looking down at you triumphantly.

"We have felled you, giant!" he shouts in a tiny, high-pitched voice. "Do you yield to the mighty warriors of Krob?"

Again, you want to laugh, but you are truly pinned to the ground by these little attackers.

"I yield!" cries Lenny and the poor men atop his chest cover their ears at the roar of his voice.

"Fine," you say, more softly. "I yield as well."

A squeaky cheer goes up from the warrior strutting around your arms and belly and chest. The one atop your breast slides down the upper slope of your chest and approaches your face. You see that he is ruggedly handsome and wears a red beard and a plate of armor over his chest.

"I am Landon Thumb," he declares. "Hero of Krob. Why do you come to our lands, giantess? Answer quickly."

He brandishes his tiny spear, menacing you with it.

"We are just seeking help," you say. "We were lost. I didn't...I am sorry. Please. Let us up."

The men laugh at your request.

"We've only just caught you," says Landon. "The whole town must see our victory. Then we will decide what to do with you."