[GM] Viessa stumbles forward… into the reality of the Woods.

Viessa surveys the small open space. She tries to find the end of the straps to untie herself but she is unsuccessful. In doing so, she loses her balance and falls flat on her back. She lets out a cry of surprise, which echoes more than she expected it too. She realizes now just how silent the woods are. No birdsong, no insects, nothing.

So it is all the more startling when she hears a branch snap nearby.

She snaps her head to look in the direction of the sound and sees a hulking form coming out of the shadows.

Recognition dawns on Viessa followed shortly by terror. The orc standing in her clearing with a grin stretching his lips had to be over 7ft tall. His mottled, grey-green chest is scarred with hundreds of slash marks; evidence of battles won. A massive great axe is mounted on his back.

The orc says something she doesn’t understand and advances on her.

[GM: what do you do? P: Run! GM: great, roll a contested quickness check.]