Blacktail Deer Plateau the ghosts were howlin' in the late afternoon

Perhaps we could start to fade this out? I suck at keeping up lately. :C

The further in they had gone, the more the quiet seemed to become deafening. The din of the living world behind them grew faint and still. Mordecai could not help but feel the rush of unnerving reality come to him, though it did not deter him from his path through the ashy wastes. He too paused for a moment, if only to compose himself and take in what now surrounded them entirely. Somewhere in the barren and blackened woods he had separated himself from the others, but the urge to seek them out did not come to him. He dared not to breathe deeply, though the itching in his lungs wanted him to. There was enough ash inhaled to last a lifetime in him, or so he felt.

Pressing onward, Mordecai didn't think about his actual motion across the scorched earth, and kicked a stone loose. It went out ahead of him, clacking against other earthy materials that he swiftly passed by. There was nothing here, at least nothing living other than the trio of bodies that trekked through it now.