Preface: This story will be linear at first, so there will only be chapters and no choices. Once I have a groundwork laid out I may add a few choices here and there. Please enjoy!

The sun sets on the village of Tarimore. A modest collection of deep red wooden houses with green shingled roofs. Each building nestled in the massive roots of one of the many old trees that act as a natural barrier to the village. Where the roots of each tree don't connect stands a tall wood and stone wall, each with it's own watchtower.

This is a harsh realm, terrorized by many species and breeds of monsters. There was once many more settlements, but something caused the beasts of the world to stir, and now only a few remain. Those that survived have done whatever it takes, and the village of Tarimore is no different.

The founders of Tarimore built the village near elven ruins, thinking their ancestors would protect them. However, the ruins were now the home of countless creatures and monsters. They spilled from the entrance of the ruins ages ago, and were fought back by warriors and heroes.

No one knows exactly when it started, but a ritual began to protect the village from another attack. Each year a lone female warrior enters the ruins to keep the monsters at bay. The warrior never returns, and the monsters never return.

You are Elora, and you have been training all your youth in-case you are chosen as the warrior to enter to ruins. You have just come of age, and the annual ritual is happening tonight.