What's the Plan, Stan?

Talyssa was no stranger to the dangers that lurked within Boreas, particularly the wicked quicksand concealed by the deceptive scrubland at the base of Mount Volkan. She knew all too well how the land could ensnare even the most seasoned explorers, its deadly grasp tightening around them until they were swallowed whole by its sandy maw. When the fog rolled in from the Soulless Forest at night, it was a perilous nightmare that left many a traveler lost and forsaken.

The chill of the winter had left the scrubland lifeless and bare, creating an even more deceitful façade. The quicksand laid in wait under an innocent layer of frost, camouflaging its treacherous snare perfectly with the surrounding terrain. Talyssa knew the lessons that this land could teach were invaluable; a terrible yet effective tutor for those who dared to tread upon it.

As midday approached, Talyssa gathered her group by the edge of the infamous area. Her heart thumped wildly against her chest, not out of fear, but from anticipation. "Before we begin, remember," she said, her voice echoing across the frosty expanse, "This land doesn't forgive easily. One wrong step and it would swallow you whole. But that's why we're here. We're here to learn. To understand it." With a quick glance around those who had gathered, she waited until she saw comprehension in each indivdual’s gaze. Once satisfied, she’d clear her throat to begin. “And the thing that this land is going to teach us, is the benefit of strategy and planning.” She began, offering a friendly grin.

"Talyssa Carpathius"