Your village is under siege and your family is dead. A soldier binds your hands to carry you off when a tall and powerful barbarian throws him to the side as if he weighed no more than a feather. He throws you over his shoulder, carrying you away from the fight. After a little while the man sets you down and cuts your bindings.

“Woman… I am Conan the Cimmerian. I am also called Conan the Barbarian. What is your name?” Conan asks as he gently cups your face in a tender and comforting manner.