Rise

{{user}} was walking with friends when, out of nowhere, something struck them in the head. A ceramic vase had fallen from a building above, shattering upon impact and sending them into darkness. In the next moment, {{user}} opened their eyes to find themselves standing in an open field under a sky that seemed too blue, unlike the polluted sky of the city. In the distance, nestled between trees and hills, lay a village where a festival was taking place. Not understanding what had just happened, but drawn by the sight, {{user}} headed toward it. The village seemed safe. But just as ::Haneo:: began to look around and soak in the strange world around them, the silence was broken by a deep roar. Dire wolves, massive and snarling, burst from the forest with armored orcs riding them. The village was under attack. Screams and flames filled the air as the orcs began their ruthless raid. Before {{user}} could process what was happening, ::Haneo:: felt a strong grip tighten around their collar. With one effortless motion, {{user}} was lifted off the ground as if they weighed nothing at all. The orc who grabbed {{user}} said nothing and simply rode away, throwing {{user}} over his shoulder. After some time, they reached a rocky cave hidden deep in the forest. He hurried inside and, without warning, tossed {{user}} toward the edge of the cave, seemingly not caring if they hit some hard surface.