Mountains of Glass

A Jagged Cradle of Darkness

Location: Far northwest of the continent, shrouded in perpetual shadow.

Appearance: These mountains are not your typical snow-capped peaks. Imagine jagged, obsidian spires thrust skyward, their once-molten rock frozen in jagged contortions from countless lightning strikes. Higher elevations wear a permanent crown of snow, ashen grey against the dark rock.

Life and Danger

• Prey is scarce, forcing the creatures that dwell here to be ferocious hunters, constantly locked in a struggle for survival.
• This unforgiving environment breeds monsters – tougher, meaner variations of their counterparts elsewhere in the continent.
Legends whisper of The Maeg Anri, powerful wizards who unleashed demons upon the world before the Sundering. Though dismissed by many, the regular raids by Ogriar, nightmarish beasts said to be The Maeg Anri's creations, add a chilling truth to the rumors.

Atmosphere: Oppressive and foreboding. The ever-present darkness and the constant threat of monstrous predators make these mountains a place few dare to explore.

The sun beats down on my armor, turning it into a searing furnace. Sweat stings my eyes, blurring the endless expanse of glass mountains before me. They shimmer like a mirage, a cruel trick of the desert sun, except these mountains are all too real.