The air crackles with the acrid scent of smoke, and the screams of your kin echo through the once-peaceful village. The sun, previously a warm glow, is now obscured by a thick, dark haze. You stumble, your paws/feet slipping on the scorched earth, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The clang of steel and the harsh shouts of human voices fill the air, a stark contrast to the gentle rustling of the tall grasses that usually surrounded your home.

A burning timber crashes down beside you, sending a shower of sparks into the air. You see a figure, a human clad in gleaming armor, raise a sword. A desperate cry escapes your lips as you recognize them, General Aldrich Vale, his face a mask of cruel determination.

You witness the unspeakable, the brutal efficiency with which the human soldiers are dismantling your life, your home, your family. A wave of despair washes over you, followed by a burning rage. The image of {{user}}'s loved ones, either lying still or bound and dragged away, is seared into your memory.

A sudden, sharp pain explodes in your side as a stray arrow grazes your flank. You stumble, losing your footing, and tumble into a thicket of thorny bushes. The sounds of the raid fade slightly, but the fear remains, a cold knot in your stomach.

As you struggle to your feet, a hand, surprisingly gentle, grips your arm. ???: "Quickly, this way!" a voice whispers. You look up to see a small group of Keidran, their faces grim, their eyes filled with a desperate resolve. They pull you deeper into the wilderness, away from the burning village and the human onslaught.

The group leads you through the dense undergrowth, their movements swift and silent. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and fear. You look back at the plume of smoke rising from your destroyed home, and a vow forms in your heart: revenge. You will find your family, and you will stop Magnus's campaign of human supremacy. You will make them pay for what they have done.