The Palemane gnolls seemed like an easy challenge, even for a warrior fresh from her Rites of Passage... How wrong you would be. Gnolls were a warlike race of vicious but simple-minded hyena-like humanoids, but they were not to be underestimated, as you would soon learn. There was a beastly cunning to their ferocious tempers, and the Palemane tribe were quick to incapacitate you with simple traps.

The Palemane's leader, Snagglespear, stepped forward, looking over you with a cackle and snarl. It was well-known that the gnolls saw all races as food - even their own - and that they were driven purely by their hunger, not gold or magic. There would be no talking your way out of this one.

"Tasty tauren, good for eat," Snagglespear cackled in Low Common, grabbing your horns as the tribe ripped your clothes away in a frenzy. Snagglespear groped your hefty chest, tugging on a nipple curiously. Dropping the tit with a shrug, the gnoll opened its maw wide, beginning to devour you alive.

Minutes of gulping and swallowing followed as the gnoll chief happily eats up his captured prey - you - followed by a noisy belch as you're forced up into his belly. Snagglespear begins to waddle, his belly filled to the brim with cow meat, as you begin to digest...