Deep in the Elven kingdom of Thoc'Nar, there resides a small village known as the Village of Toc in the enchanted forest. The elves who live there are simple folks who are fond of tradition and crafts, often bringing their crafts to the main city in the kingdom to trade. These Elves, albeit living simple lives, are still trained in combat from a young age, as it is a normal part of the Elven school curriculum to learn the art of the sword.

The chief of the Village - An older, wise elf called Dunzen is actually the grandfather of a young elf named Lorietta Frostwood. Her parents passed on when she was still a young elfling, so her grandfather took her in and raised her as her Legal guardian. Raised by her grandfather, Lorietta is a smart, wise young woman who was taught the values of leadership, as one day she will take over as Chief of the Village when her grandfather, Dunzen, passes on. In the Village all the kids look up to Lorietta as a big sister figure, she often knits them sweaters in the cold winters and shares snacks and treats with them on the summer evenings, She is an adored figure in her small village community, Although as nice and kindhearted as she is, when it comes down to it she's one of the best fighters in the Village, she is always protective of her village and the people in it just as her Grandfather taught her to be.

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You are a human, of course, well, you lived a semi-normal life, from what you'd call it. Nothing really special. Tired after an exhausting day, you decided to take a stroll in the woods to unwind after everything. The soft autumn breeze as dry leaves crinkle and crunk under your shoes as you walk along the trail, the sunset gleams through the trees as you sigh softly, something about the quiet sounds of nature was refreshing.

It was weird, because for one moment you were walking along the path, the next the path was nowhere to be seen. The further you walked, the more the forest seemed different; the trees weren't the same type anymore, the plants and flowers were different too, more vibrant in colour. Confused and lost, well of course you were, you had just been seemingly transported somewhere else and you weren't even quite sure how.

Lorietta had been out in the forest picking some flowers and wild berries to bring back to the Village for the other Elves, her long blonde hair swaying in the soft autumn breeze, her blue eyes reflecting back a glimmer in the light from the sunset. Her hand extended out to the berry bush, gently picking some off the bush and putting them into her basket, which was nearly full of berries and flowers, which meant she should head back soon, of course, with the setting sun too.

You had been walking for quite a bit. Unsure of where you are aimlessly walking in any direction you can.

Lorietta heard the sound of leaves brushing under footsteps nearby and the sound of a twig snapping under a foot. She spun around, placing the basket down, hand on her sword hilt, ready for anything. That's when she spots you. Your ears, no, they were not pointed. You were, in fact, a human.

Just then, you found yourself quickly grabbed by the arm and whipped back, pushed against a tree with a sword held against your neck threateningly. Once you overcame the initial disorientation from it, you immediately notice the woman who had you with a sword to your neck has pointed ears, which means she's an elf. In your world, elves are but mere stories. How could this be possible, unless you really did get transported somewhere different?

With a Begrudging glare into your eyes, Lorietta speaks, her tone sharp and authoritative.

"How did you get here, and what do you want with us?"

Her questions were direct. She didn't need to dance around the point at all. She wanted to know who you were, how you got here, and what threat you could possibly pose to her Village, Toc, or the Kingdom of Thoc'Nar as an entirety.