The hills seemed pleasant, even welcoming — no gray doom and gloom, just walking along the path and enjoying t

The hills seemed pleasant, even welcoming — no gray doom and gloom, just walking along the path and enjoying the view of all the cute little white pyramids, built out of pebblestone — or wait, was it pebblestone? Horror of horrors, what I mistook for pebbles were polished bones! All along the path, the grass was riddled with pyramids made of polished kobold remains. It got us to thinking — is it wise to follow such a grim path, the way marked by death itself?