The Sword of the Northwest
The elf kicks the pieces of wood, flips them up grabs them and twists round slamming them in your face. He grabs you by your shirt, pulls you up and does something with his hand, I presume he punched you because the next thing you know, you're unconsious..
You awaken in a room, on a bed. You attempt to gather your thoughts, but everything wa just a jumble of mess, wood...? An elf? Suddenly, the door opens, a short person comes in. An elf..he steps on a stool and presses his finger to your head and twists it, the pain suddenly disappears. 'Better?' He asks. You're confused. But you shrug it off, 'yeah.' 'Listen. I don't kill my students, if I do, they do not learn, do they?' You shake your head, your memories flooded back when he performed the move on your head. 'Come. I have more lessons awaiting you.' Do you follow your 'Master?' Or do you refuse and lay in your bed?
You awaken in a room, on a bed. You attempt to gather your thoughts, but everything wa just a jumble of mess, wood...? An elf? Suddenly, the door opens, a short person comes in. An elf..he steps on a stool and presses his finger to your head and twists it, the pain suddenly disappears. 'Better?' He asks. You're confused. But you shrug it off, 'yeah.' 'Listen. I don't kill my students, if I do, they do not learn, do they?' You shake your head, your memories flooded back when he performed the move on your head. 'Come. I have more lessons awaiting you.' Do you follow your 'Master?' Or do you refuse and lay in your bed?