The first thing Dave saw above him when he opened his eyes after logging in was red leaves slowly moving past, Realizing he was lying down he tried to sit up but couldn't move, he was restrained. Turning his head, he saw his friends tied to broad wooden planks being carried by groups of doll-sized figures. The tiny manlike creatures had bushy hair, dark skin and wore little more than breechclouts. They were small but obviously very strong for their size, they carried the players with very little effort, like groups of ants carrying much bigger objects than themselves.
Flanker was being carried right next to him. When the priest saw Dave moving he said, "Hey Stroke, thank god you're back, we're in some deep shit."
One of the little figures bared tiny shark teeth and poked Flanker with its spear, gibbering incomprehensibly in an angry high-pitched squeak.
"Oww! Stop that you little monster- Owww."
"Flanker, what happened? And where's Spike?" Dave asked through the party chat.
