A cart slowly wheels down the dirt road; Birds chirp, people snore, and the man in charge of driving their carriage is feeling his patience thin. His party of misfits were on their way to an old dungeon, one a friendly bard happened to point them to... assuming such a dungeon existed. Their was a path to travel on, sure, but that could mean just about anything. Is that why his patience is thinning? No, of course not-- it's to do with all the damned snoring from the FREELOADERS he's chosen to bunk with. None of them have offered to take the reigns, and the stalwart figure is just about ready to fall asleep and let the horses do the driving when there's a shudder...
The trees above sway uneasily, birds rapidly taking flight as the horses steps become uneasy. A kobold warrior rises in the back, her slumber ruined--as does a high elf, disturbed from their meditation.
"What have you gotten us into this time?", questions the hoity-toity voice of the genderless royalty. The farm-raised figure grits his teeth, just in time for the kobold gal to scamper into the side seat and point.
"What's that!?", squeaks her shrill voice, pointing ahead. With a blink, the man looks ahead; Ordinarily, he would've taken this for another prank, but with a start, the fissure driving through their fantastical world is about to make it all the more... fantasstical.