The War Room

The Dark Lord summoned you to his war room. It was a massive chamber, with a map of the entire world and more pinned to the wall. Goblins in hoods manipulated the map with their magiks, updating it in real time with the movements of his own armies and the armies of his enemies: Elven, Human, Dwarf, and even of those not affiliated with any faction. There were stands to sit on both sides of the map, where strategists and generals discussed tactics. Even your master, as great as he is, needs underlings like these to administer to his forces.

The chamber went quiet as the Dark Lord pointed with his hand at the map.

"This is the territory of the Humans. Of all the wretched races that call this misbegotten continent home, the humans have been the most bothersome to my endeavours. The Elves may have stronger magics, and the Dwarves greater hardiness, but the Humans have the strength in numbers, and make up most of the armies that oppose me. If I am to restart my campaign of bloodshed," he stated, slashing his sword across the human part of the map, "then I need them crushed! I will hear their screams and lamentations carried on the wind! I will crush their children under my heel and throw their parts to the dogs! I will destroy their homes and salt their fields, and YOU... you will be my instrument of destruction! You will go to their capital beast, and raze it to nothing but ash and ruins! Do this, and your purpose will be fulfilled, and your place in history cemented forever!"

The chamber was silent with awe and admiration from your masters speech. You blinked with a hundred eyes. Human... Human... Human. Yes, you think you know what that is. Their capital is... Londiumberg. You aren't sure how you know the name, or how it looks like, or why you know so many people there by name, but you do.

If master wishes it so, it will be done. "Yes-s-s-s masster-r..." you belch, your voice a hundred but also one.

"Good, then be on your way! Leave a path of destruction leading to this city, and should you fail, your punishment will be greater than any God can give! Go, get out of my sight!"

Soon you are goaded out of the castle, and onto the path leading towards the magic bubble surrounding it. It's easy for you to cross, as the magic flees and wails at your touch. Soon you're on the other side, the barrier sealing itself behind you. It's surprisingly sunny compared to how it was just a moment ago, and though the land looks scarred by battle and littered with weapons and engines of war, nature still grows in the sidelines. In the distance is a wall, partially stone, partially wooden, and partially steel. That must be the perimeter the united forces of the Humans, Elves, Dwarves and Gnomes have built to defend against the Dark Lord, should he ever leave the barrier and attack.

You hear the sound of a war horn. No doubt someone spotted your massive bulk!