"We're falling!" shouts Gothmog as the wooden scaffolding lurches to one side. With barely enough time to hold on, Linflas grabs onto the metal rail still nailed to the structure, while another person grabs onto his legs. This continues in a comedy chain of champions, each one grabbing onto the legs of the other as they fall down. The wooden beams below fall away leaving a somewhat extending Linflas.
Gritting his teeth, Linflas is determined with all of his eldar will to hold on and let his friends climb over him. Alas his famous green trousers(*) were not so tenacious and started to tear at the seams, leaving the next person down to clamber for more loose material to hold onto.
A gauntletted hand moved up and over so both of Linflas' survival and reproductive instincts shouted at each other... Hard! He let go.
* They are what's known as an Elven Huke and had been in Linflas' possession for about 600 years. While the design is famous for being replete with small pockets, long lasting and hard wearing they are not designed for holding 23 champions.