(<a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=40679">{OOC IS HERE}</a>)<br/><br/>Dr. William Harroway stood at the edge of his foothill encampment. Ahead of him rose The Worldspine Mountains, an - until recently - impassable barrier. Through a bulky telescope he searched for his way through. He would be the first man in documented history to set foot there. Too far from the Spice Pass and any trade hubs for civilized men. William supposed, then, he must not be so civilized. Through the spy glass, Dr. Harroway swore he could see the mysteries of the world before him, waiting to be unearthed. Behind him lay the rest of the camp, busying themselves with the setting up or taking down of various single-purpose tents and canopies. A wind blew from the mountains, and William could swear that he saw ... something. Atleast, it might be something. He collapsed the telescope into itself and set it on the table beside him, turning to face his people.<br/>The camp was a moderately small group of between sixty and seventy men and women, divided into two distinct groups. The first, and smaller of the two, was the group legitimately enthusiastic about the trip was a collection of a dozen or so archaeologists and anthropologists and a myriad of other specialists. This group lived in the southern-center of the compound, atop a hill overlooking the surrounding area. The tents all face in, toward a large fire. Surrounding them were more, larger tents full of soldiers, or men sent by Dr. Harroway's Third-Uncle, King Jarald of Alvaon. There was a Medical Officer's tent in the northern portion of the mass, and a short, squat tower to the south. Atop the tower was a single sentry, scanning all along the hard-packed dirt around the camp.<br/>As Dr. Harroway turned to the camp, the wind twisted and blew south, over the mountains, and into the Tetrakh Desert. Opposite William Harroway's camp, dozens of groups of modern Tetrakh tribals live lives ignorant of the world to the north, aside from perhaps an odd rumor from their own people nearer the Spice Pass. Between the men and women of Dr. Harroway's expedition, and the small Tetrakh villages south of the Worldspine, no one knew, or could possibly know, what's soon to unfold.