Outside the Walls

Just beyond the thick, old walls of the city, lays the Fog covered lands unable to be traversed by most. Travels brought here by the curse appear within these fogs, destined to stumble their way into the city.

The land around the city is anything but pretty and welcoming. Vegetation struggles in the weight of the fog. The soil is craggy and rocky, with sparse grass covering what it can. Vines and warped trees crop up across the hills and plains outside the city. This is not a place one would like to be, and it tells no lies about its intentions. Beware, you are in the danger zone.

= A Foreboding Display = This is not to say that they are devoid of features, however. There are...too many skeletons.Rusted weapons spiked deep into the cracked, stoney soil. Haphazard gravestones topped by pieces of shattered armor dot the landscape, way too many to feel at all comfortable with the sight. These ornaments are old, yet some skeletons appear fresher than others. Some even with flesh yet attached to their bones.

For this is not just where adventurers come from, but where many who have lost themselves to the curse come to lay at their final breath. The end of the line for many. They are put down by the physicians, or by the Wolves. Either way, it is a mercy given to them, so that they might finally rest in peace.

A path of old stones leads towards the city, through the graveyard of the damned. The old, high walls can be seen from the beginning, an oasis to a dehydrated survivor.