Untended Hearths: First Foray

No food is tastier than an empty stomach, for only it tastes like home.

A Cliffpit saying

It is said that your ancestors once lived under a sapphire sky, merry and carefree. That crimson rains never swooped from the sky, that rivers did not change their flow overnight, that cliffs and ridges stayed put for many lifetimes, and that no dwarf went hungry. 

You have not born witness to such wonders.

The magical unrest known as the Wayward exploded into this world centuries ago, turning it into a treacherous and uncaring world, fearsome in its volatility. 

The caves of Cliffpit and hunger are everything you have ever known, but you must now venture beyond the confines of our home. For sickness, famine and death have taken root, and it is not likely we will recover without aid. Venture to Gorgefell, a pre-Wayward hamlet some 10 days away. There, unearth the location of Whitewall. Before the cataclysm, it was one of our greatest cities, and it may provide us with sanctuary.

Collect your belongings, gather your wits and sharpen your steel. Our hopes and futures live and die with you. And most of all - beware the Wayward.