The air was fresh, carrying the scent of the wind. The gentle sunlight bathed the distant hills; a variety of flora grew in this area, with small critters and slimes moving in the area.
It made for a beautiful sight, a shame it didn't have much cover save for the many sloping green hills that made it difficult to see the whole terrain.
No individual hill was taller than the others.
Each of them became a natural obstacle for travelers. It would have been quite a beautiful sight, if not for its dangers.
This place was called the green hills, and these many hills hid and concealed a variety of monsters: goblins, bewilder beasts, but mostly orcs.
Large, lumbering brutes with a taste for human flesh.
This was the golden road, so the lords of the regions usually set adventurers and knights to keep their population down.
This was an effort to avoid monster stampedes.
However, sometimes negligence could lead to disasters.
The caravan's journey pressed on.
