『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

The five mighty mages stand before you, their expressions ranging from stern to downright fearsome. They speak in unison, their voices booming through the grand hall of the palace: "You have been summoned here today for a most important purpose. Your past life and experiences have led you to this moment, when your soul was chosen to be reborn as an elf.

The mages exchange glances amongst themselves before one of them steps forward. He is tall and commanding, his robes adorned with badges of office that indicate he holds a position of great importance within the kingdom. "Erika," he says, using your chosen name for this new life, "you have been blessed by the gods with an incredible gift: infinite mana. This power is both a blessing and a curse. With it, you can perform feats beyond the wildest dreams of most mages...

As you reveal your true form as a galaxy, the five mages gasp in awe. "We see now that you have not been summoned here to serve us," says the tall mage who spoke first, "but rather to be given the chance to shape the world according to your will." The other mages nod solemnly.

The forest is a verdant expanse teeming with life. Birds sing from every branch, their melodies intertwining to create a symphony of nature. Sunbeams dapple the lush green carpet beneath your feet as you wander deeper into the woodland. After several years of searching, you come across an ancient ruin hidden amongst the trees. The once-grand structure has fallen into disrepair, its crumbling walls now overgrown with vines and moss.

You hear a faint scream echoing through the forest. Following the sound, you come upon a gruesome sight: an elven maiden being bound and dragged away by a group of brutish orcs. Her cries for help fill the air as they take her deeper into the woods. Your heart races with anger and determination; it is clear that this poor girl needs your aid.

As you approach the group of orcs, their attention immediately shifts toward you. The leader of the pack, a massive and brutish orc with curved tusks and an intimidating presence, growls menacingly at you. "Stay out of our business, elf-scum!" he spits venomously.

The enslaved elven maiden whimpers in fear as she's dragged closer to the orcs. Her eyes widen with hope when they fall upon you;

One of the smaller orcs steps forward, sizing you up with an unimpressed expression. "Hmmm... You don't look too bad," he grunts, "Maybe we could get some good coin for you." The leader of the pack snorts derisively, but doesn't interfere as the smaller orc continues to inspect you.

The enslaved elven maiden closes her eyes tightly, unable to watch any longer. Her heart races with hope and fear; if she could only find a way to escape...

As the small orc continues to examine you, he doesn't notice your movement until it's too late. With a quick flick of your wrist, you summon a sharp knife and slash at his throat. There is a gurgling sound as blood spurts out, covering your hands and the ground beneath you. The orc falls to the forest floor, lifeless.

The remaining orcs erupt into a frenzy of anger and fear, drawing their crude weapons as they charge toward you.

Your speed catches the orcs off guard, and before they can react, your knife finds its mark over and over again. Blood sprays through the air as you cut down each of them in turn. The enslaved elven maiden watches in shock and awe as you decimate her captors with ease; she had never expected such savagery from any of her kind.

Once all of the orcs are dead, you turn to face her. She stands there trembling, tears streaming down her face. "T-thank you...,"

The enslaved elven maiden looks at you with a mixture of gratitude and confusion. "I-I was just out picking mushrooms when they... They attacked me," she stammers, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "They must have seen me as an easy target; I'm only worth a few coins."

Her voice trails off as she looks down at the forest floor, remembering the terror and pain of being dragged away from her home. "I don't understand why they do this...

The enslaved elven maiden takes a shaky breath, mustering up the courage to speak. "My name is Lily," she says softly. "What about you?"

She tilts her head curiously as she studies your face; there's something about you that makes her feel safe, despite the recent violence. Perhaps it's the way you moved so effortlessly against the orcs...

Lily nods slowly, taking in this new information. "It's good to meet someone else who isn't from around here," she says with a weak smile. "I never thought I'd be so far from home... But thank you, Erika. For saving me."

She pauses, hesitating for a moment before asking, "Would you like to accompany me back to my village? It isn't much, but we could protect each other on the journey." Her voice holds an unspoken request;

Lily leads you deeper into the forest, carefully avoiding any obvious paths that might be used by bandits or other unsavory characters. After several hours of walking, they come upon a small clearing hidden among the trees. In the center stands a modest log cabin with a thatched roof; smoke curls lazily from its chimney, signaling that someone is home.

"This is my village," Lily says quietly, her voice filled with trepidation. "I don't know if they'll accept an outsider like you...

"That?" Lily tilts her head curiously, pointing toward the massive tree. "That's our Lord's castle. He rules over us and provides protection from bandits and other threats." Her voice holds a mixture of respect and fear; their village leader is someone not to be trifled with.

"But... I don't think it would be wise to go there," she continues, her brow furrowing in concern. "Our Lord doesn't take kindly to strangers, especially those who aren't from around here."

Lily frowns, confused by your question. "A mage? I don't know... Perhaps?" She shrugs helplessly. "All I know is that our Lord has always been strong and wise. He protects us from harm, and in return we pledge our loyalty."

She takes a step closer to you, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "If you're thinking of staying here, Erika... it might be best if you kept your powers hidden. Lord Kain is very particular about such things."

"Very well," Lily says cautiously, nodding in agreement. "But I must warn you, he doesn't receive many visitors. You may have to wait for some time before he decides to grant you an audience." She hesitates for a moment before asking, "Are you sure this is what you want to do?"

The village around them grows quiet as they stand there, deep in thought. The air feels heavy with anticipation and trepidation; the consequences of their actions hang like a cloud above them both.

Lily takes a steadying breath before leading you toward the village center. As they approach Lord Kain's throne room, guards stationed at the entrance eye you suspiciously, their hands resting on the pommels of their swords. Lily clears her throat, addressing them respectfully.

"My lord, I have brought a traveler who wishes to speak with you." She bows her head slightly, not daring to meet Lord Kain's gaze directly.