001 - Area: Campground on Highcliff Pass
The top of Highcliff Pass has a cleared area for camping, which has apparently been used as a military camp in the past, and offers a spectacular view of the valley that once held the city. The valley, however, is a scene of unspeakable devastation. The city, once home to hundreds of thousands of souls, is all but gone, the landscape surrounding it is criss-crossed with scars, most yards or tens of yards deep. In the center, where the great palace once stood, there is a vast churned up area of earth and stone surrounding a great hole.
On the outskirts of the city on the side across from the pass, there is a vast dark bulk, and it slowly becomes apparent to any observer that it is in fact the dead remains of an unimaginably huge creature. It's hard to imagine how it must have looked when it was alive, but the seven tentacles that stretch away from it must each be at least a mile long, and the main body is at least a half mile wide. The wind blowing up from the valley carries a stench of death and rot that cannot be missed.
A small group of three men, clothing torn, and with madness in their eyes, fall upon the party. They are not exactly bandits, nor are they exactly refugees. Rather, they are locals who were driven mad by the events that occurred here two weeks ago. Two of them only speak in grunts and roars, but one of them occasionally chants "I have not been spared, I have been chosen!"