Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20190130025802

You had been on the road for almost a year now, heading ever further away from your home. Some hunting or fishing gave you just enough food to survive, sometimes a friendly farmer offered you place to rest, and some food for some tasks that he needed done. The few bandits you had met you had bested in combat, even thuogh you couldnt call yourself exellent fighter, you somehow had managed. Your current destination was still some 200 miles away, and at your walking pace and with all the gear you haul, you make good 35 miles a day, sometimes slightly more, sometimes slightly less.

The peaceful journey ended two days ago. You were about to pass a small farm, and you had thuoght about asking could you rest and get some food for some taks that needed to be done, but as yuo were approaching the farm house the door had slammed open, and couple mosnters had walked out carrying a two men on their shoulders. The men had been tied and their clothes were shreads. For a second you had just stood there, and then two more of those pigmen -or more like pigwomen- had came out of the house, and immidately started rushing towards you. Need less to say you had dropped everything you had carried and ran. You had never ran so fast, or so far. all you had thought was getting away before the catch and kill you, or worse. You had ran until the sun had set, and by the time you had stopped you were hopelessly lost. Not only that but you had lost your flint and tinder, your fishing and hunting equipment, you had lost just about everything.

You had barely slept that night, fearing that they somehow would be able to track you down. Today, you had been trying to find back on to the road, but so far you havn't seen any signs of such amount of civilication. The sun was allready setting, and the heavy clowds were haning low, first raindrops were falling as you were searching any place where you could stay relatively dry while you sleep, and suddenly, you see a fence. As it's unlikely that anyone would build a fence in the middle of nowhere there must be someone living nearby. With little more searching you see a hut in a distance, smoke coming out of the chimney, and there is fields around it, wheat, potatoes, corn and some other plants growing around it.

You approach the hut, and try to call out your presence, but there is no answer, you carefully approach the door, and knock on it, the door creacks slightly open, Just now you realize that there isn't any kind of lock on it. but still there isnt any answer. You push the door open, to reveal the insides, there is only one room, combined dining, bedroom, livingroom arangement, It's messy but then again who are you to judge. How ever there is a delicious smell coming from the pot that's boiling on the stove, and it somehow lures you inside, afterall you havnt eaten anything in couple days.

As you reach the stove, it hit's you, everything seems to be out of proportion, It's almost like you have shrunk, or the hut is actually massive. The tables are nearly up to your chest height, the bed nearly 9 feet in length and 6 feet in width. The door is nearly 8 feet high, and the shadowy muscular and horned figure just outside the door is just about as tall.

-"Did I just find a wannabe burglar in my home" the massive figure asks as it steps in. As you now see the creature that steps inside the hut, you see that you are facing some form of ridecoulsly muscular bull, except it seems to be a female. It really seems that gods have decided that you will die here today... except if you can escape again... althuogh... being as hungry and tired as you are, it seems unlikely.

WWYD 