Only a few hours ago, the village was peaceful and serine. Everyone in the village new each other, and {{user}} was the village's only apothecary and healer. Even though the village was located all the way in the mountains, the war between the humans and the orcs found it's way here.

{{user}} bolted out of his shop, carrying all he could fit in a small satchel. The scene was something out of a nightmare. Humans were being carried by large imposing orcs, practically dragging them while they kicked and screamed. Homes burnt in the distance, and children cried. It was suddenly clear what these orcs were doing. In the orc kingdom, humans were seen as simple servants and slaves, and were sold and traded, and now, they were rounding up new humans to capture.

{{user}}'s feet thumped against the ground as he ran, trying his best to get as far away from the Orcs as he could. As he raced down the streets, his foot caught on a loose stone and he tumbled to the ground, hitting his head. A large orc suddenly yanked him off the ground by his shirt, inspecting him.