text: You stand around a massive map, showing the Glenin Plains. Captain Durrak begins explaining the situation.
  
  "Captain Rhian is leading the Royal Calvary forward to engage the Elvish Calvary at multiple locations. We're positioned here to launch attacks on the calvary as the rearguard crosses Jacob's Bridge and the small unnamed brick bridge here. I'll lead the main patrol on Jacob's Bridge. Karn, lead a force of your chosen orcs."
  
  "Yes, sir."
  
  Karn chooses two dozen Orcs, to your surprise he hasn't chosen you, for reason's you don't know. You then follow Captain Durrak as you head towards Jacob's Bridge. Thankfully, the Elvish Calvary haven't arrived, so you take up positions.
  
  "Alright, stay low, and don't attack until I say so. Got it?"
  
  "Yes, sir." You all reply in unison. 
  
  The Bridge is a large wooden bridge over a massive muddy creek. You take position at the edge of the bridge so you can storm on and wipe out the calvary's rearguard. A large group of Elves aboard beautiful white horses begin galloping past. They gallop past for a good thirty seconds, before there's a small break in the amount of horses galloping past. 
  
  "Now! Take them all out!" Captain Durrak roars.
  
  You leap out of the muddy river bank and onto the bridge. The small Elvish Calvary's Rearguard, meant to defend their flanks and make sure they have the option to retreat, is only about three dozen Calvary units, and you have as many Orcs with you. You see the the lead of the rearguard, a golden armored Elvish Warrior, is on a horse which rears up in terror. 
  > stick with the group and raise your shield
  You stick with the group, deflecting spears off your shield. You move forward, stabbing your blade forward as your shield stays raised to deflect any blows. You stab a Elf Rider through the thigh and he screams, falling off the horse, where you stomp repeatedly on his face. You swing your blade again, slashing a horse's chest and causing it to rear up in terror. The Elf falls off and hits the ground, allowing for an Orc to stand over it and stab it through the chest. The melee only lasts a few seconds, as the Calvary Units are desperately massacred as they're clearly surprised and unprepared for fighting, struggling to find their weapons and prepare to fight. Several Orcs armed with crossbows contribute to the massacre.
  
  "Alright. Losses?" Captain Durrak asks, as you survery the battlefield.
  
  "Twelve Orcs fallen. Three wounded."
  
  "Two. I can still fight." One of the Orcs grunts, pulling a spear from her side.
  
  "Alright, begin stacking the horse carcasses into a barricade."
  
  You grab one of the dead horses, and begins dragging it into place, placing it on top of another dead horse. After a few minutes, you take position on the bridge. You hear screams from the main battle, as you watch the calvary battle take place in the form of jousts and sword-fights from horseback. You grab a spear from one of the dead Calvary Units, smiling.
  
  "This could be useful. Sir, if we use the Elvish Spears, we could assist in the battle." You point out to Captain Durrak.
  
  "This would be risky. We need to stay here to defend the bridge." Captain Durrak says.
  > offer to go ahead alone
  "I'll go ahead and assist our men. Alone."
  
  "Ha! You're a mad man, Mazkil. If you want to play with the horses, go straight ahead."
  
  You creep forward quickly, your new spear raised. The battle is going brutally. You move quickly, first going towards a Elf jousting with a human knight, with the knight heavily injured and bleeding from a stab wound in the side. You stab your weapon while the Elf is distracted by the knight, killing the Elf with a quick impalement through the side. You take your spear out, and move forward to the next target, an Elf engaged in sword fighting. You keep low to avoid being seen, and quickly jab the elf through the neck and pull him off the horse and withdraw your spear again. You repeat this, using your spear and stealth to repeatedly stab the various elf riders and Calvary Units to allow for your own calvary to beat back the Elves. Your contribution is minor, but as your own forces are already winning, the few Elves who survive quickly head to the bridges, where they're presumably wiped out. You wipe Elf and Horse blood off your face, and begin wandering towards the bridge. You arrive to find dozens of dead Elves and horses, with Captain Darruk laughing victoriously.
  
  "Mazkil, you're alive. This is good. The Elves have been wiped out."
  
  "I took out as many as I could, sir. I did my part."
  
  "Good. Now, we have work to be done. With the advance of our calvary, we can finally begin to invade and launch attacks on the Elvish Villages." Captain Darruk says. "The Elvish empire is crumbling, boys. Take what you want off the dead, kill the wounded, and we'll head back to the Fort and find something to drink."
  > One Week Later...
  You walk along the woods with a small group. Twenty Orcs, thirty Men and a dozen War Hounds. You're led by Captain Darruk, who stands proudly at the lead.
  
  "Recent Elves have attacked our forces, and taken heavy losses. We believe they've retreated to the village of Abhaile to resupply and have their wounded taken care of. I want this threat dealt with."
  
  You gently pat one of the war-hounds on the head, amused by the cheerful dog. Suddenly, the war-hounds burst forward, barking.
  
  "Here we are. Orcs! No looting, killing or anything of the sort! Once the village's secure, we stay here for the night."
  
  "Yes, sir." You all respond.
  
  You march forward past the trees, and see the village. It's a large village, with many homes, all wooden and natural looking, reminding you of several rich men's summer homes you passed on the march to Elf Territory. Many of the civilians notice, and begin to yell and hurry inside.
  
  "HOLD IT! This village is under control of King Alexander and the Royal Army!" Captain Darruk barks. "Search house to house! Confiscate any weapons. Kill any soldiers or those trying to resist."
  
  You nod, and quickly hurry towards the houses. Inside the first you enter is a small girl holding desperately to a stuffed toy, with her mother standing defensively in front of her, a dagger clutched in her hands.
  
  "Stay out!" She cries.
  
  You look at her briefly, before ignoring her. You quickly search the upper floor and confiscate a bow, some arrows and three hunting knives, before returning downstairs. The house is empty except for the mother and daughter.
  
  "Give me the blade." You ask.
  
  "Get out of my house!" She shrieks, and you wince.
  > kill her
  You swing your blade, slashing her chest. She falls backwards, hitting the floor with a thud as the daughter screams. You grab her knife, and look to the daughter. You feel a brief wave of pity, but quickly suppress it.
  > move onto the next house
  You walk into the next house. A young Elf, as young as you, stands behind the door holding it closed. You smash the door open and he rolls to his knee, his bow readied with an arrow notch.
  
  "Drop the bow." You say, raising your shield.
  
  He fires, and you easily knock the arrow aside. One quick swipe, and his head is lying on the floor. You search the bottom floors, finding nothing, but upstairs you find another barricaded room. Using your impressive strength, you smash open the door with brute force. Four Elf Warriors are in the room, covered in bandages and with visible wounds. You quickly slash your sword killing one, kicking another in the head and stomping on his throat repeatedly, crushing it. You stab another one through the chest to kill him, and stab the final one through the eye. As his body hits the ground, you notice a backroom. You open it, to find a small stack of Elvish Jewelry. Golden bracelets studded with golden gems, eloquently designed necklaces and a golden ring with a large ruby. Your orders are to leave all valuable items to be taken at a later time by Captain Darruk to be used to buy supplies and food, but... shiny.
  > take the valuables
  You smile as you sweep the valuables into your satchel. You've fought for the Royal Army for tiny wages, you deserve these valuables. Time for the next house, you still have an important job to do.
  > search the next house
  You walk into the next house, to find an Orc already in there. A beheaded elf lies across the floor, a pool of blood spreading across the floor. The Orc, a short but tough man you recognize as Kannish. He's holding a half undressed Elven Woman, forcing her against the wall.
  
  "Shut up!" He roars, before noticing you. "Mazkil? I'm busy here, my friend. There's another one upstairs if you want a go. Otherwise, you should probably get out there while the looting's good."
  
  You look at the woman, tears streaming down her face, and wonder what to do.
  > stop Kannish
  "Kannish! Release her!"
  
  Kannish stops smiling, and snarls.
  
  "What, have you fallen in love, Mazkil? Fuck off, or this shit gets bloody."
  > leave the building
  You walk outside, and continue searching door to door, although you wince as you hear her cries for help behind you.
  > search the next house
  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.
  > attempt to save the baby
  You charge into the building despite the protests of your team-mates. You dive into a flaming inferno, the heat causing you to sweat profusely and groan in pain. You look around, but smoke obscures your view. You begin to cough and splutter, dropping low. You reach around looking for the stairs. You manage to find it, and begin to clamber up the staircase, following the cries and screams of the babies. The flames begin to sear and burn your flesh as you wince in pain, groaning loudly. You reach the top of the staircase, looking around desperately for the baby. You find a small cradle covered in ash and embers, which you brush off and pick up a bundled up, ugly and loud creature you recognize as a baby. You pick it up, and look for a way out. By now, the room's full of smokes and the fire's spread everywhere. You go to leave, but a roof beam collapses down and smacks you in the back and you fall to the knees as the flames begin to sear your flesh. You scream, and roll out of the way, curling around the baby to protect it. You find your way through the smoke and flames while doing your best to protect the infant. You charge through the door and find your way outside, and fall onto the cool grass. Your flesh is burned and scorched, and you struggle to stay conscious. An Elf picks the baby up and says something, presumably thanks.
  > fall unconscious
  You awaken a few hours later, lying on a bed. You're heavily bandaged, lying next to several dozen sleeping Orcs and Men. Captain Darruk had the Medic take care of you, it seems, and you've been dumped to heal next to the sleeping soldiers. You assume you'll be taken back to the nearest fort to be taken care of until you've healed up enough to head out to war 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. Thankfully, the Medic's left your knife on you. 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 grab at his throat, but he quickly deflects your hand. As he goes to slice open your throat, you see a hand stop him. You notice another Elf stop him.
  
  "Wait. Don't."
  
  "Why shouldn't I?"
  
  "He helped us earlier. He saved Gwendilyn's child."
  
  The Elf with the sword shrugs.
  
  "Fine."
  
  You look around. The room's filled with a group of Elves, all armed for war. It appears you're the first to awaken. With the serious burns covering your body, you'd struggle to do anything physical. You could still warn your team-mates, though.
  > scream for help
  "We're...!" You begin to yell.
  
  The flat of the blade smashes into your face, knocking you unconscious.
  > awaken
  You scream as you awaken and are hit with a fresh wave of pain. You look around. You're surrounded by slaughtered Orcs and Men, many killed in their sleep, but it's clear some awoke in time to resist. You attempt to stand, before collapsing on the floor. The pain is all-consuming, and you consider allowing death to overtake you and end your struggle to survive.
  > search the surrounding area
  You look around for something to help you out of this predicament, and you find a small bottle of a blue liquid. 
  > drink it
  You down the drink, and shiver as the pain begins to cease. You notice not only is your pain ending, but all your feelings are. Shortly after, your body begins to enter paralysis. You wince and shiver as you chest begins to slow, ending your breathing. You struggle to continue breathing, but you only manage a few more painful seconds of existence before you pitiful existence ends.