After being Exiled to a remote and un-neighboring land where success depends on survival and ferocity, the Rakehells found themselves marching through a rocky tundra, all for the thrill of the hunt and the promise of payment.
Their first taste of local hospitality was introduced to them in the form of Brigands, Arrows, Ravenous Fiends and malicious bloodletting.
Now, after a sleepless night they continue to march forward, in front of them a grey mountainous ridge, towering, fierce and terrible. A nightmare made material.