You make a futile attempt to resist

Running out of options, you make a **** attempt to break loose from your rat-like captors.

”Let me go, you monsters! I'll kill every one last one of you!!” you shout while breaking out in full kicking and screaming panic.

But it is to no use. The Kobold warriors have you in an iron-tight grip. The one towering in front of you lifts his paw-like hand and then strikes you over your face, hard. Light flashes before your eyes and you feel the taste of blood in your mouth. The warrior grins and shows his teeth, lifting his hand for another blow, this time claws first.

The elder Kobold suddenly roars and the warrior stops. You stop your quarreling too. The chief then chatters something that sounds like orders and one of the warriors from the back scampers forward with a thick rope with a noose at the end. Still on your knees you look on wide-eyed as the elder puts the noose around your neck and pulls the knot tight while mumbling some kind of primitive spell.

He then roars another order and starts pulling you towards the cavern entrance. By now you're too afraid to resist and you let him pull you into the dark tunnel like a dog on a leash. The other rat men follow, leaving their loincloths behind.

You're led through the tunnels and soon you start to hear drums. Monotone, tribal drums coming closer. The chief yanks you onward, more and more eager as you're closing in.

Soon the tunnel leads into an opening overlooking a great hall. It seems to be the camp of these creatures. The cavern walls are dotted with lit up openings to smaller dens, connected by crude paths and stairs carved out of the rock.

In the center of the great hall, the rock floor rises into a hill crested with a flat area, framed by several torches. On the flat area there's a comparatively large throne and what appears to be a low altar carved out of the stone.

The Kobold tribe has gathered around the rising. It looks like hundreds of them, jabbering and howling in excitement and wielding spears. It looks like they're waiting for someone, and it's beginning to dawn upon you who the guest of honor is.