And off they go!...
Thus do the famous iconics set off on a grand adventure, following a map that leads off into the unknown.
Their hearts were pure, their minds were ready, and their ale was good. They were ready for anything.
And they expected adventure. A grand adventure, made even better by the great multitude of companions. They expected grand things, great deeds, and...
Rocks. Lots of rocks. Mile upon mile of rocky terrain.
And snow.
Lots of snow.
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For two weeks, nothing happens. The path is relatively easy, and although it is sometimes hard to follow, you manage to get through with very few problems.
The snowdrifts that appear after a few days are troublesome at best, and a small irritation at worst, but you either manage to go around them or plow through them (in the case of the dwarves).
At the end of the two weeks, you come across something you haven't seen before on this trip - a large bride. The trail continues over a deep rift thanks to a sturdy bridge set across a narrow, 20-foot-wide span of the chasm. The bridge is small and simple, but it was obviously built by skilled craftsfolk.
After passing this unlikely landmark, nothing more unusual happens. However, after you walk roughly ten miles more, you all see a strange sight - a small, spider-like creature, that is far larger than a spider. It is clamboring over some rocks in the distance, around 50 feet ahead of you.