Alan and his party of 30 players embarked on their journey northward from Fort Sterling at noon, under the bright midday sun. It had been five days since the undead apocalypse had engulfed Britannia, and the villages they came across along the way were hauntingly desolate. These settlements were now either abandoned or, more likely, had fallen victim to the relentless assaults of the Saxons or the undead hordes.
One thing was certain: during the daylight hours, there were no undead roaming about. This made their 60-mile journey relatively straightforward, as they encountered no hostile creatures along the way. It was eerily quiet, with no signs of life left in this part of the land. If not for the quest markers still active on Alan's map, he might have assumed that the fey village they sought would meet the same tragic fate as the other settlements they had passed.
