Urubec stepped out onto the dry dead ground, his head aching from the recent sea travel. His hatred of water was made ever-apparent after several days travel on the small elvish ship that had carried him to shore.
He had been given less than a week for the ship to return yet Urubec could already feel the isolation. An imposing landscape was set before him. His elvish senses felt nothing but death, a dread that crept into him from the very earth. The ground was a dull pattern of decay and the familiar buzz of ancient magics rang out clear.
As Urubec strode forward, it was as if every step drew him closer to whatever evil corrupted this land. At a glance he saw nothing but barren landscapes and faded sky, as if the few steps he took were enough to dull the pale blue into a pallid grey.
He took careful glances to either side, taking in his surroundings carefully. As he checked, he noticed another figure a ways out, westward on the shoreline. Urubec couldn't make out much from the figure other than it was a large humanoid. There was no way of knowing if it was friend or foe.
He had been told that he wasn't alone and that other adventurers yet this figure showed no obvious affiliations, and from this distance nothing was certain. Placing one hand on his leather pouch, encasing his trusted throwing knives, Urubec cautiously wound his way towards this new figure.
The unknown, the landscape, another being along the same shore he had just stepped upon, it all felt very rushed. Urubec loved it already. The thrill he craved was already present. This was going to be fun.