Inspired by a really unfluffed DND scene uwu
You and your party emerge from the alley way and your eyes meet with 2 orcs standing in front of (Insert PC name)’s home, billowing green smoke. The orcs eyes meet yours and in an instant, they seem to set ablaze with viridescent energy. Each party member is immobilized by fear. From the billowing smoke, a small boy is thrown from the doorway and lands on the ground with a hard thud. PC instantly recognizes this as their one and only son. A single orc ordained in heavy, ornate armour emerges from the smoke and walks to stand next to where he had just thrown the small child. He kneels down and picks up the small child by the back of his hair, haphazardly pulling him to his stature. The child locks eyes with their parent. A single tear rolls down their face as they whimper out a single word... “Mom/Dad...” And as you and your party hear this final cry for help, an embellished orcish blade erupts from the boy’s chest and his body goes limp as it rests on the blade. The Orcish Blademaster’s eyes meet with the PC’s and he lets out a guttural roar as his eyes swell with similar green energy. The three orcs ready their weapons as the paralysis spell begins to wear off. “You were unable to save him...Let’s see how well you save yourselves...” *Roll for initiative* uwu
