You wiggle and twist frantically. You feel yourself begin to slip slowly downwards. Warwix and his men hurry back towards you, calling out to stop you dropping below the surface, advising you against this ludicrous plan. You catch sight of movements in the darkness of the forest as your arms slip below the surface. One of Warwix's men drops down hard, you can't tell if he's dead or not. You fall with a crash into darkness, far further than you expected. You feel three heavy hits which pummel you further into the ground... They felt like bodies.
Hooting and hollering comes down from the hole above, you can't tell if it's elated or fearful. It doesn't sound reptilian though, more man-thing-like.
You roll over in pain, managing to carefully avoid the three bodies nearby. One speaks to you in Warwix's voice, "well, that was a bunch-heap of laughs-fun! Thanks for the soft landing. Now, where the hell-damn are we?"
Darkness surrounds you. Nobody seems to have bothered to bring a lamp or torch... Or, rather, they seem to have lost them in the recent flight and fall. Your legs feel terrible and your body not much better.
OOC: You're somewhere dark underground, the ceiling is a long way up (much further than you can reach). There's some small light shining down through the hole, but it's fading fast. You're injured, but not quite sure to what extent. Falling down may not have been such a great choice.