text: You walk outside, and as you go to the next house, you hear a scream.
  
  
  You turn to see a large house has erupted into flames that are quickly growing. Captain Darruk sprints over, followed by you.
  
  
  "What's going on?" Captain Darruk asks.
  
  
  "We were putting the civilians in this house when they resisted, so we torched the place." One of the Orcs explains.
  
  
  You see civilians; men, women and children rushing out of the building as it rapidly erupts into flames. You hear crying coming from the top floor, a high pitched noise that could only come from an infant.
  
  
  "Captain! There's a baby in there!"
  
  
  "There's nothing we could do. The flames would kill anyone who tries to enter."
  
  
  You watch the building, flames licking the sky. You see a small gap in the flames that someone could easily use to get inside.
  > You do nothing
  You stand, watching the building burn with a few uneasy soldiers and sobbing civilians being kept from entering the building for fear of their brutal death.`Thankfully, the baby's cries only last another few minutes as smoke spreads throughout the house. Once it ceases, Captain Darruk nods.
  
  
  "Alright, everyone. Back to work. Continue searching."
  
  
  You search the next few houses, but the populace is either dead or cowering, allowing for you to find a few small weapons stockpiles. Eventually, you finish up and find an empty house to sleep in. Captain Darruk assigns a few Orcs on guard, but thankfully you're not one of them.
  > You rest
  You awaken a few hours later, lying in a bed. You've woken up again.
  
  
  You lie in the silence, trying to fall back to sleep. Then, you hear a window shatter. You look around, and struggle to get up. You draw your knife slowly. You look around, before a fist smashes into the side of your head, knocking you backwards. You try to scream, before you feel the cold steel of a blade on your throat. You look up, to see a short Elven sword being held by a tall elf.
  
  
  "Say your prayers, Orc." He says.
  > You lunge at him
  You lunge forward, grabbing his wrist and flinging the sword away. You grab his head and bring your knife up, repeatedly stabbing him through the eye. Another Elf runs forward and slashes your chest open, and you smash his head across the room, and fling him repeatedly against a wall unless his body's shattered. You slash another Elf's throat open, before the Elves surround you. You roar as every single Elf begins slashing at you. Blood begins down to streak down your chest as thousands of cuts and slashes open all over your body. You only last a few seconds of brutal pain before you collapse on the floor.