You want to look out the window of the van and find out why it's happening.

You tried to look out the window.

But you didn't have time to do this.

In just a couple of seconds, something unexpected happened to you. The van in which you, the minotaur Bomur and several other employees of the brothel "The Shaded Lantern" were sitting, tilted and overturned. The van fell to the ground on the same side as the window you were looking through earlier. All the persons who were inside the van fell on top of each other. You hit your left shoulder painfully on the wooden bench where Bomur was sitting. The minotaur Bomur himself also fell unsuccessfully - your body pressed his leg.

Bomur yelled: “What the fuck is going on here?!”

The space inside the overturned van was filled with swearing and screams. The satyr Dimetri dislocated his left arm in the fall and began to groan in pain. Symara the Tigerman fell on top of the half-orc Kylan. The half-orc Jadak hit his forehead in an extremely unfortunate fall and lost consciousness. Jadak's body pressed the half-orc Lumki and because of this, Lumki began to loudly shout dirty curses. The half-orc Grundig climbed up the benches and climbed out of the second door of the van, which was now located where the ceiling would normally be. Grundig was the first to get out of the overturned van and jump onto the road.

You were able to get out after Grundig. As soon as you left the wagon, your ears were deafened by many loud sounds: the frightened neighing of horses, the cursing of armed mounted mercenaries, screams of pain and some kind of powerful roar.

Your vision was also **** to experience a shocking experience. As soon as you got out of the van and jumped onto the road, you saw two horses lying on the ground in front of your van, which had previously pulled the van forward. One of these horses was lying on the ground and neighing heart-rendingly. She couldn't get up. Her back legs were probably broken. The coachman's body lay on the ground nearby. He probably fell, hit his head and lost consciousness.

The situation with the second horse was much worse. This horse could no longer make a single sound. She was dead. Her neck was chewed through. Streams of blood flowed from the ugly lacerated wound and flooded the ground. Next to the corpse of the horse you saw a large creature that looked like a wolf. However, the size of this creature was three times larger than the largest wolf you have seen in your life. This creature was about one and a half meters high and about two and a half meters long. Its tail had about a dozen small bone spike-like growths. When you looked at this creature, you thought that its grinning mouth with many sharp and long teeth and its wild eyes could strike terror into the minds of almost any intelligent living creature.

During a second of observation, a fleeting thought arose in your memory: “I think I know the name of this wolf-like monster... A couple of times my mother told me about such animals that live in the forests. This is a forest warg... Probably the van overturned because that this large animal suddenly jumped out of the bushes and hit the side of the van with the weight of its body..."

Your thoughts were rudely interrupted by the fact that the half-orc Grundig, who had emerged from the van five seconds before you, had clearly attracted the attention of this forest warg. Grundig managed to run about ten meters towards the bushes to the left of the road. However, the warg made a couple of jumps and easily overtook this half-orc. The beast knocked Grundig to the ground. The large beast's jaws closed on the half-orc's right arm (near the base of the arm and shoulder). Grundig screamed heart-rendingly something inarticulate while the sharp fangs of the warg mercilessly tore his flesh. Blood splashed abundantly in all directions. And judging by the amount of this blood and the pieces of bloody meat that quickly disappeared into the warg’s mouth, you realized that the half-orc Grundig would no longer need any help.

You understand that you need to act quickly. You need to ignore the cacophony of loud sounds. You shouldn't panic.

You quickly ran behind the overturned van, using it as an obstacle that would allow you to disguise yourself. You lay down on the ground and began to look around.

You only took a couple of moments to look around. The details you saw also did not give you grounds for optimism. From the bushes to the right and left of the road, someone was throwing sharp combat darts a little more than half a meter long. You saw several of these darts stuck in the ground near the first van that was driving in front of your van. Similar darts were also visible in the bodies of the two horses that pulled the first wagon. Both of these horses were dead and lying on the ground. Next to them lay the body of the coachman on the ground, which was pierced by three darts. The coachman was clearly dead.

You've seen mysterious invisible enemies keep throwing darts from the bushes. The enemy had clearly surprised the mounted mercenaries who were escorting your wagons. One of the darts hit one of the mounted mercenaries in the throat. The lifeless body fell from the saddle to the ground. The frightened horse quickly ran forward along the road. You realized that on this narrow forest road it is extremely inconvenient for warriors riding horses to fight.

As if in response to your thought, a loud cry was heard from the mercenary commander: “Dismount quickly, idiots! Cover yourself with shields! Defend yourself near the van!”

You heard the sound of hooves clattering. You turned around. You saw one of the mercenaries on horseback leaving the battlefield, leaving everyone else to their fate.

The rest of the mercenaries followed the order and dismounted. Eight mercenaries stood near the first van, covering themselves with shields. You saw how darts began to fly out of the bushes and hit the shields. One dart got stuck in a wooden shield. the rest bounced off the shields and fell to the ground.

Several darts flew past you. Fortunately, you are lying on the ground and the darts did not hit you. However, some people are not as lucky as you.

The satyr Dimetri climbed out of the van and began to look around with a puzzled, shocked look. The dart hit him right in the head. The point of the dart pierced his eye socket, the bone of his skull, and protruded from the back of his head. The satyr's lifeless body fell to the ground near the overturned van.

Symara the Tigerman then emerged from the overturned van. He found his bearings much faster than Dimetri and began to quickly run back along the road. Symara managed to run thirty meters away from the van. But that didn't help him. The forest warg was distracted from eating the corpse of the half-orc Grundig. The furious black eyes of the warg looked towards the retreating silhouette of Symara. The beast sniffed, flaring its nostrils, and the beast made several quick movements in just four seconds. Warg caught up with the running Symara. The beast then knocked his body to the ground. His powerful jaws closed on the victim's neck. Its sharp, dagger-like teeth sank into the victim's neck, tearing arteries and crushing vertebrae. A heart-rending scream of pain reached you.

However, this was just one of many terrifying sounds in the chaos of the battle surrounding you.

You turned away so as not to see the disgusting spectacle of the beast devouring the body of its victim.

You saw that the disguised enemies had stopped throwing darts from the bushes. The eight mercenaries continued to stand in a defensive position near the first wagon. The mercenaries covered each other with shields and put forward spears with long, flat, leaf-shaped tips.

You took a little breath when suddenly some inaudible noise began to be heard from the bushes. You took a closer look and saw an incomprehensible scarlet glow near the densest bushes.

The next moment, a tall, muscular orc, who was wearing only leather pants, jumped out of these bushes. The appearance of this creature left you in no doubt about its species: green skin, a muscular and stocky figure, wide cheekbones and a large lower jaw with large fangs. This orc had no armor, his eyes glowed with a scarlet light, and he was holding a large two-handed ax with a dangerous-looking iron blade in his hands. This orc was furiously yelling something incomprehensible in the language of the orc tribes that live in the western part of the Delknar forest. You knew this orc language a little (your mother taught you), but you could not understand the essence of the words of this mad orc.

In five seconds, this orc reached the human mercenaries. The orc recklessly rushed straight into the spearheads of the mercenaries. The tip of one spear pierced his stomach. The tip of the second spear pierced his ribs.

With such wounds, any normal fighter would instantly die due to painful shock.

However, these facts did not prevent the orc from delivering a crushing blow with his large two-handed axe. The sharp blade of the ax cut one of the shields. You saw that, in addition to the shield, the ax blade cut off the wrist of the mercenary who was holding this shield. This mercenary let out a frantic cry of pain and fell straight onto his severed shield. In addition, the wide swing of the ax touched the spear of the second mercenary. This spear was cut and the tip of the spear fell into the roadside dust.

To your amazement, the orc continued to swing the ax, despite the terrible wounds that were clearly fatal to him. Due to the second blow of the ax, another shield was cut in half. The mercenary who held this shield was completely unlucky: the ax completely cut off his arm near the shoulder. The mercenary's dead body fell to the ground, flooding everything around with streams of blood.

A second later, one spear tip pierced the throat of the orc, who was trying to make a third blow with his two-handed axe. Another spear point pierced the orc's head, piercing right through his skull. The orc's body fell onto the road. However, despite his ****, his right hand continued to grip the handle of the ax with a **** grip.

You were a little distracted from observing and you began to crawl across the road.

You think: “I just need to survive. I need to help my friend Kynth. I need to figure out where he is. For now, I need to try not to attract attention. I’ll cross the road and hide in the forest. Everything will be fine. The main thing: I shouldn’t panic. " Out of fear, your teeth lightly chatter together. You feel a trembling in your body.

As you crawl across the road, you see darts flying out of the bushes again. One mercenary is wounded in the leg by a dart. He lowers his shield slightly. The enemy took advantage of this. The second dart hits the mercenary directly in the head, piercing right through his skull. Another dead body falls to the ground.

A silhouette runs past you. You notice that this is the half-orc Kylan. Darts quickly fly out of the bushes and fly towards you. One of the darts pierces the chest of the half-orc Kylan. You see the point of the dart coming out of his back. Blood drips copiously onto the ground and onto your back. A few drops of blood drip onto your face.

The second dart flies near Kylan. But this dart misses him. A dart falls nearby. The tip of this dart hits your shoulder and cuts off a piece of your skin. You are in pain and bleeding is coming from your wound. However, it is obvious to you that this wound is not deep and that you need to continue your movement despite the pain.

There is one more detail: the tip of this dart cut off from your shoulder the very piece of skin on which the tattoo was made that the minotaur Bomur told you about.

You felt pulses of strange heat permeate your body. However, you have no time to indulge in thoughts. You crawl across the road and crawl into the bushes. You try to be as inconspicuous as possible. You are lying on the ground, tall grass and bushes hide you from outside observers. You look around carefully. Through the bushes you see a dozen orcs emerging from an ambush. These orcs are armed with one-handed iron battle axes, one-handed clubs with iron spikes, and war javelins (each about half a meter or a little more long) with wide iron tips. You don't see any armor on any of the orcs, they only wear light cloth or leather clothing. Some of the orcs are covered with makeshift cloaks, which were clearly made from the skins of some forest animals. The orcs approach the human mercenaries, who are standing in a defensive position near the first van. The mercenaries continue to cover themselves with shields and put forward spears with long flat tips that were leaf-shaped.

You hear shouts coming from the human mercenaries: “Come closer, green-assed scum! We will make more holes in your asses with the help of our spears!”

The orcs stop ten meters from the group of human mercenaries. One of the orcs makes a loud cry in a language you don't understand.

You don't understand why the orcs don't attack.

However, after five seconds your bewilderment disappears.

You see the silhouette of a large creature rapidly approaching a group of mercenaries from the side of the road. This beast moves so fast that you don't notice anything other than a blurry silhouette.

However, you quickly remember what kind of animal it is. This is the same warg who has already torn apart the bodies of several people you know.

The powerful body of the beast is pushing the first van, next to which there is a group of mercenaries. The van falls on its side, crushing the two mercenaries. Confusion arises among the mercenaries. Their defensive formation is broken, some of the mercenaries have lowered their shields and are trying to turn around.

At this moment, a group of orcs begins an attack by throwing another batch of battle darts. Then the orcs, uttering loud cries, rushed into close combat.

You realized that the result of this battle would obviously be very tragic for the human mercenaries. You thought that you need to leave this place as soon as possible before the orcs find you. You crawl on the ground through tall grass and bushes. You move away from the road and you move deep into the forest.

You have only managed to move ten meters away from the road, when suddenly you hear some faint groans in one of the ravines. You creep closer and you examine the source of the noise. You are surprised to see that your old friend gnome Kynth Gwyn is lying on the ground in this ravine. He is dressed in his usual luxurious clothes, which he acquired as the brothel's income increased in recent months: silk pants, a camisole that is covered with elegant patterns, elite boots made of expensive bokranian crocodiles leather.

Kynth notices you and says in a quiet voice: "Hey! Ulkin! Help me, dear friend! I sprained my leg!"

You hear the sounds of fighting and screams of pain coming from the side of the road. You creep closer to Kynth.

Now you are a little further away from the orc ambush site and so you can think a little about your situation. Thoughts arise in your mind that the words the Minotaur Bomur spoke to you could contain quite plausible information. You feel a burning shame from the awareness of the shame of what happened to you over the past months while you worked in the brothel "The Shaded Lantern".

You think: "What kind of fucking crap... I was a pathetic whore prostitute in the Kynth brothel... This lasted for months on end... My will and my mind were subjugated as if I were a mindless animal... I was fucked dick in the anus and in the mouth... And I allowed it to be done... I am disgraced... I behaved like a pathetic and stupid bitch..."

You feel how your wound in the shoulder area hurts. But you understand that the piece of skin that was cut off by the tip of the dart had that same magical tattoo on it. It is quite logical that after such a radical removal of this tattoo, your thoughts became more adequate. Now you understand something that previously you would not have been able to understand due to the magical influence of a tattoo.

You look into the eyes of gnome Kynth and you think: “Now I can think freely and adequately. I can think without outside magical influence on my will. So, now I need to make a decision...”