The caravan departed with little fanfare, riding swiftly out of the city gates, and into the landscape beyond. High in the mountains, much of the surroundign area was rocky and barren, and signs of battles that had made their way to the city walls were visible, mostly worn away by the passage of time. Off in the distance, the roiling, swirling sea of mist the choked the land sat hanging over the world below, like a silent shroud, covering a dead world. The road ahead of them was clear, at least, and the first day allowed them to make good time, as they wound their way down the mountain pass, edging ever closer to the miasma that threatened to doom their world.