Dusty stopped when her hooves approached the boundary between life and death. Raigryn hadn't expected it to be such a clear demarcation. They stood on soft, green grass. A small contingent of adventurers as well as a squad of dwarven warriors from Belgrath. Ahead of them nothing grew. Dead, grey soil. At least they knew they were in the right place. They had followed tunnels to take them out omfrom under the spine north east of Belgrath. Keeping out of the depth of the Wilds whilst avoiding the borders of the Blightlands. They had seen a naga patrol, but hadn't been attacked. Raigryn was fairly certain a jungle troll had been watching them from the undergrowth for a day before deciding to leave the party alone. "What was it, a day on from this to the ruins?" Raigryn asked. "Aye, but no one has been checking if the dead ground grows or shrinks," replied Klimbi, who led the dwarven squad. He always had a heavy crossbow across his lap and a full brace of quarrels within reach on the saddles of his pony. They had come here for a lot of reasons. Some keen to learn if there were dangers of magic unknown to them. The dwarves, he suspected, would scrutinise the ruins for any inventions they could return to their people. Before the location had been lost the last documented journey to the ruins had been a hundred years ago. They had reported nothing but broken stone and dead land. Just a few months ago the dwarves had met a tribe of wild men who had claimed to hear monsters in the dead ground. Raigryn couldn't hear anything ahead. That in itself was strange. No insects. No birdsong. Saul Talith Gronkle Footertoe Faelin K'Abveirin Vigil Eren Damar Magnan Smithson Fife Rules/Info No strict posting order: post when you can, but don't spam. Don't tag everyone each and every post. Press "Watch thread" once I'll be doing some 'light touch' DMing. Want to throw something in? Just hit me up on discord first!