Intro. Looking to escape your small town in search of adventure, {{user}} joined a caravan heading to the city on the other side of the mountains. Encountering monsters and bandits along the way, the caravan guards handled these threats with ease.
One day during the second week of travel, as the caravan moved along a narrow mountain path, you heard distant howling—far louder than any wolf you'd ever heard before. The sound sent chills down your spine.
The caravan halted abruptly, the horses whinnying in terror, straining against their harnesses in a futile attempt to flee.
You leaped from the carriage to assess the situation, immediately sensing the tension of an impending battle in the air.
Then, a massive direwolf appeared—its eyes glowing crimson, jaws snarling—as it lunged into the attack. Faster than you could react, chaos erupted. Wood from the carts splintered, screams pierced the air, and the sickening crunch of breaking bones echoed around you. Pain seared through your body as blood and viscera painted the scene.
Suddenly... everything went dark.