The goblins retreat... but take Shadowheart with them!

As soon as the battle began, the headstrong Lae'zel charged forward and took on the enemy practically by herself. On one hand, this surprisingly bold strategy worked quite well. The goblins were frightened and confused by the githyanki's furiousity, and Lae'zel was able to deal a substantial amount of damage.

Unfortunately, this left Shadowheart to fend for herself. She was able to hold her own at first, blocking arrows with her shield and bashing goblins with her mace. Despite being a cleric, her chain armor and sturdy shield gave her an advantage over the basically naked goblins, even if she was out of her element.

However, everything changed when the damn worg approached her.

Just seeing it sent an all to familiar chill down her spine. She was no longer an armed cleric of Shar. She was once again a scared little girl, lost in the forest. The worg took the form of an angry wolf, its fur standing on end, its teeth bared. Anxiety and fear overwhelmed her, and she stood paralyzed in fear.

She could not even manage a scream as the beast tackled her, knocking her off her feet and disarming her. She hit the ground hard, her breath choked out by the weight on top of her. The animal clawed at her body while it growled in her face. While her armor was able to take the brunt of the blows, with minimal blood being shed, it did not came out unscathed. The worg's claws were sharp enough to tear holes in the chain, ripping and tearing it from her body. The most embarassing of these was a rip right across her chest, her more intimate regions now only covered by her bra.

Not that this was Shadowheart's primary concern in the moment.

Before the worg could go for the killing blow, a sharp command **** it to back off. The half elf's relief was short-lived, however, as its master came into view. He was the most heavily armored of all the goblins, and presumably their leader. Grabbing a rope from around his hip, he threw it around Shadowheart as she tried to sit up. It wrapped tight around her midsection, and still paralyzed with fear, she was unable to react as he attached the other end to the worg.

It was when the beast began dragging her away that Shadowheart finally found her voice. She yelled for someone, anyone to come and help her. She screamed Lae'zel's name until her voice was hoarse. She did not know if the gith did not hear her, heard and ignored her, or was simply too far away to help. Not that it made much of a difference. Nobody came to the cleric's rescue as she was dragged into the forest.

Shadowheart figured she was dragged almost two miles before the worg finally stopped. It soon became apparent that her capture had been a part of a general goblin retreat, with more bruised warriors filtering in to her location. However, if the goblins were at all upset about their failed attack on the grove, their consolation prize seemed to more than raise their spirits. They gazed at Shadowheart with hungry eyes that made her shiver.

Before they could begin pawing at their prize, though, their leader stepped in. "Alright, you lot, no touching the captive!" He declared, standing between his men and the half elf.

"But boss," one of them whined, looking over the goblins armored goblin's soldier. "Couldn't we just get a taste?"

"Yeah, Za'Krug!" Another piped up. "Why do you get to have all the fun?!"

"Nobody is having any fun!" Za'Krug snapped back. "All loot is to be taken back to camp unsullied. Minthara's orders! Besides, we will come back bearing the location of the druid's grove! Our rewards will be far greater than just one bitch!." The goblins did not seem as enthused as their leader about this prospect, grumbling an uneasy acceptance.

"Could we at least get a peek at her tits?" One of them offered, the request cheered on by the other goblins.

Za'Krug just sighed. "You horny fucking bastards. We're talking riches here!" He shook his head. "Whatever, if it gets you sorry lot moving faster..."

Shadowheart squealed as she felt his armored gauntlet grip her bra. With one pull he ripped the fabric off her body, exposing her perky breasts to the crowd. She blushed at the hoots and hollers yelled at her expense, unable to cover herself due to the rope. It was humiliating, and she knew they were capable of much worse.

"Now that you've gotten a good looksy, get this bitch ready to go!" Za'Krug ordered. "We got to get a move on before those pansy druids come after us. Now!"