Onward to Adventure part one maybe?

It was a crisp autumn morning, he could tell by the cool wind that woke him up.  He left his window open the night before so that he could wake up early to prepare for his adventure.  He sprang out of his bed and ran into the main room of his cabin.  He packed his knapsack with his compass, his telescope, his journal, a pen, and a key to get back into his house.  He ate a breakfast consisting of bread and apple cider.  He took one last look around his house, and grabbed his axe on the way out the door.  And thus began our hero’s great adventure.

He walked along the path through the woods that connected his house to the main roads of the rest of the empire.  He looked up at the sky and saw that it was all sorts of vibrant yellows and oranges.  At last he saw the point where the path connected to the cobblestone road that would take him to his next. All the while, not pausing or slowing down, a face of sheer determination on his face.  As the morning sky fades into the blue of the day our hero sees  a village that the road goes through.

The village seemed to not really be anything special, standard one floor wooden houses with as he got closer, had traditional carvings on the pillars, carvings of dragons, bears, deer and fish, along with other animals that he could not yet make out.  As he got closer he could see people in the streets, men dressed in tunics with fur hats that covered their ears and foreheads from the mid morning chill that still lingered from the early morning.  Their black and brown boots which had a hint of tan from the dusty roads and alleyways that ran through and around the different buildings.  He saw them all rush to their jobs, our hero waved to the blacksmith,, the baker, the guards and the other commonfolk of the town.  They all knew him for his good deeds in the town, but no one stopped him, they knew that today was a very important task. He past through the town and got to the end where he saw the road fork to the left and right.

He veered to the right which lead up the black mountains, they are called the black mountains 

because of the high concentration of magnetite, the only remaining evidence  that this mountain was 

once an ancient volcano.  He got to the foot of the mountain and saw the mouth of the cave he 

needed to go in, a thin mist of fog emitted from it, skulls from other failed adventures, were sat on 

elephant tusks and lined the path to the cave.  The hero took one deep breath and walked into the 

darkness.