Today in Undelund it's Day 8 of Lowsun, in the year 888; and it's here upon this sprawling land that stalking fog beasts, fabric-munching bushgreaves, a marauding grynfang horde, and many more creeping nasties eagerly wait to pounce upon unwitting travellers.

Grab yourself a barbequed boar-grub or snoggwurm sandwich, pick a seat around the campfire, and explore at your leisure.