Procrastinating, as always ...
You are rubbing your chin thoughtfully when a thick sack is yanked down over you, blinding you and pinning your arms fecklessly to your sides.
What feels like several powerful hands push you onto your side and begin dragging you through the snow.
You struggle pointlessly and a number of strange voices belch a nonsensical language outside of the bag. The cold, howling wind recedes and you aren't sure, but you think you're being taken underground
Hours pass.
Eventually you are dumped onto a frigid, ice-carved platform. A multitude of small, pale creatures with bulging eyes stretch your arms above your head and slap your wrists into a pair of icy manacles. Your shoes are hastily removed and your feet are locked into translucent, shimmering stocks.
To your left is a woman seemingly your age; her skin is almost totally black, her hair white, her eyes red. She wears nothing but a green, lacy thong, and appears to be hyperventilating at the moment. To your left is a more masculine, boyish creature with lidless, black eyes, and shimmering, short-cropped tourmaline hair, similarly clothed.
While the diminutive ice creatures strip you to your underwear, chanting some weird, nasally incantation, the black woman speaks to you mentally:
"You have failed the Overcoven too. Now the Desolate will take your life force."
As she hangs her head in resignation, the little snow creatures swarm the boything to your left, tickling hungrily at his feet and underarms.
He screams, strangely sonorously, as more and more of the pale snow-creatures swarm over him, tearing his underwear away and tickling every inch of his helpless body.
You can barely make out a faint, vermilion vapor streaming out of his body and into the horde of icy tickle monsters sieging him.
The woman to your right closes her eyes and begins chanting an alien language as the ice-creatures tickle hungrily at the naked, convulsing prisoner to your left. You shudder in terrified anticipation.
Obviously this is some horrible punishment dimension and if you don't do something soon you'll likely be tickled to death!
You can only recall two spells, however; Yulgoth's Ecstatic Incapacitance, which should render everyone within 30 feet happily unconscious. And Prolmeth's Beneficent Teleportation, which should translocate you approximately 10 miles from your present location.
The reddish vapor floating out of the creature to your right begins to wain as the horde of snow-beasts relentlessly tickle his delicate feet, smooth underarms and helplessmidsection The creatures hungrily turn their gaze to you!
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