Frostfire Peaks
Nestled between the fertile Thornbriar Fields and the wind-swept Eldergrove Plains, the Frostfire Peaks stand as a paradox made stone—an ancient range of snow-capped mountains where fire and ice coexist in eternal opposition. Here, glacial ridges shimmer with heat mirages, and rivers of half-melted snow carve paths through basaltic cliffs wreathed in sulfuric steam. These peaks are known not only for their beauty but for their danger—where a single misstep can lead to being buried in an avalanche or incinerated by a volcanic vent.
The mountains get their name from the rare phenomenon of Frostfire, a spectral blue flame that dances atop icy ridges, fueled by hidden geothermal channels and ancient magic buried deep beneath the stone. These flickering lights are said to be remnants of a battle between two primordial forces: one of flame, one of frost, whose struggle left the landscape cursed—or blessed—with their mingling essence.
Travelers who scale these peaks often encounter sudden shifts in weather: blizzards giving way to smoggy heat, freezing sleet turning to ashfall. The environment breeds strange flora and fauna found nowhere else in Amoxis—crystal antlered deer, heat-breathing wolves, and plants that grow frost-laced leaves over smoldering roots.
The Frostfire Peaks are a sacred place to elementalists and hermits alike. Some seek solitude in the jagged, untouched spires, while others mine for the coveted Emberglass, a rare crystal only formed where frostfire burns. Ancient ruins, half-buried in snow and sulfur, hint at forgotten civilizations—some of which may have worshipped the mountain itself as a divine entity.
Though largely uninhabited, whispers tell of reclusive clans who call the Peaks home, guarding ancient secrets in silence. During certain Celestial alignments, the Frostfire intensifies, illuminating the range in ghostly azure light—a beacon to mystics, scholars, and the brave… or foolish.
