A muddy creek meanders through the dark forested encampment of the beastmen. Wooden barricades have been erected, skulls and bones mounted on their bloodied sharped ends. Tents made of furs and sewn skins sit around burned out camp fires.
A path leads up a rocky escarpment and over the small stream and to a shrine with a large skull, fires lit in it’s empty eyes. Cages hang from chains on the cliff face and more skulls have been mounted on pikes.