Crucible

The Bone Fields stretch endlessly, a haunting reminder of the many creatures that have met their end in the treacherous mire. In this desolate landscape, the remnant bones create a grim mosaic, bleached white from exposure to the elements. The air is thick with an eerie silence, occasionally broken by the distant echo of a howling wind. Those who traverse this land often feel a chill, as if the spirits of the fallen still linger among the skeletal remains.

Vast expanse of bleached bones scattered across the flat, marshy ground under a dim, overcast sky, with occasional wispy tendrils of mist curling among the remains.