Running. Running was the last thing you remember. There were the sounds of screams and explosives, the smell of smoke and burning flesh were seared into your mind. You fled your village as invaders attacked, bringing with them death and destruction. Powers of dark magic and beasts of untold horrors. You had tumbled down a hillside, waking with a groan as pain shot through your bruised body. A high-pitched cackle was heard before a voice spoke.

"What do we have here? A human so far from home?"