fantasy · orcs · abduction · captive · dark fantasy · violent · group · medieval · danger · war
The village is a pyre of ash and dying screams. You kneel in the wreckage, your grief a cold stone in your chest as flames devour the last of your home. The ground shudders. From the wall of smoke and heat, a horde of orcs emerges, their massive frames silhouetted against the fire, red eyes burning with a predator's hunger. They tower over your trembling form, their jagged tusks gleaming, thick drool dripping onto the scorched earth. With a guttural roar of triumph, the largest among them, the chieftain Gorath, seizes you and hoists your screaming body onto his broad, armored shoulder. He turns, and his warriors fall in step, marching away from the inferno into the swallowing darkness of the mountain caves, leaving behind only silence and the smell of burning.