Mountains

"Bubbly, bubbly in my pot. Let's see what dead creatures you got!" Alex said childishly as she stirred a black, murky bubbly liquid inside a giant black pot. Pulling her stirring spoon out of the pot she watched as the liquid began to move on its own accord, swirling and swaying, creating images in the blackness of decaying animals and age old bones.
"I haven't raised a were corpse in a while... Yes, a were it is." She said happily as she drew out a decorated knife and stabbed it into the liquid as the image of a freshly dead were-wolf appeared.
"Come dear soul, come back from the dead to do the things that I reque-" She was suddenly cut off as the sound of a distant crash echoed though her cave, causing the liquid in the pot to spill and she watched silently as the image dissolved. Glancing out of her caves entrance, she couldn't help the curious grin that crossed her face,"Looks like something interesting happening." She said before quickly activating her shrinking abilities, her body becoming that of a pixies again.
Silvery, dragonfly wings sprouted from her back and Alex soon took off, heading towards the plume of smoke.

Urist, a hulking bastard of a cyclops strolled on a morning walk by the mountainside, hoping to catch some tasty goats on the way. Feeling refreshed by the cold wind, he decided to look for some more wine to fill his guts. The last batch was not so appetizing, and it was probably not wine either. He wished he did not touch that cauldron he found in a cave. That stuff was nasty.
A pillar of smoke rose on the horizon, was someone pillaging again? Checking that out would still be useful, there might be precious stuff in there.
Urist started strolling down to the woodlands.