Stormcliff Heights
The Stormcliff Heights rise jagged and unyielding between the borders of the Crimson Sands, Galecrest Valley, Glacial Echoes, and the Starlit Glaves. This mountain range is a wild, untamed expanse of towering cliffs and razor-edged peaks that pierce the heavens, often shrouded in fierce storms and swirling mists. The peaks are perpetually battered by howling winds and sudden tempests, which carve deep gullies and sheer faces into the ancient stone.
The air here is thin and biting cold, carrying the scent of thunder and ozone as frequent electrical storms dance across the heights. Jagged cliffs drop into shadowy ravines below, while narrow passes twist dangerously along sheer precipices. The range is largely devoid of life—too harsh, too storm-wracked to support any permanent inhabitants. No villages, no outposts, and no trails mark its forbidding slopes.
Despite its desolation, the Stormcliff Heights inspire awe and dread in those who behold them from afar. Many travelers and locals tell tales of spectral lights and eerie echoes borne on the wind, signs of restless spirits or ancient magic lingering in the heights. The range stands as a natural barrier, a wild divide between the fertile and settled lands surrounding it.
