Turn 1 - Days 1 to 8 - The Shroud
"Drake's Seven" - there is always room for one more - follow the lead given by the monks of Mankhandun, and head north. Skirting the Hissing Wood, they cross low, barren hills and eight days later, arrive in the south-eastern reaches of the White Hills. The journey itself is uneventful, if often unpleasant, although Parthghimeos is enthralled by every encounter with strange flora and stranger fauna. It does not take long to hunt down the source of dread. Cresting a low hill, the company could see, on the horizon, a mound covered with blackened, glistening rock, surrounded by twisted and dying vegetation. It was a stark contrast with the chalky colour of the White Hills. "Like a shroud over the deadly white mask of death", whispered Parthoghimeos, spirits low. During what was left of the light, the company edged slowly closer and that night's camp was sullen, without fire and without song, a dark mood and a sense of impending danger laying across the ...