The Broken Horn

At the edge of a lone mountain range deep, surrounded by forests, is a towering, jagged peak that dominated the skyline around it, its uppermost spire is shattered and fractured as though the gods had once struck it.

Why are you looking at me? I didnt touch it... I think

- The Goddess Mara

Rising above the other mountains in the mountain range, it stands out, not just for its height but also for what it is made of, its slopes are covered in dark, weathered stone and are streaked with veins of pale, silvery rock that seem to glint ominously in the moonlight. The mountain's height means that its jagged form casts long shadows that cover the valleys below in a feeling of perpetual twilight, even during the day.
The people living near the mountains, like the Faenarith tell stories about the Broken Horn mountain, stories about how the place was once the access to a realm of ancient, forgotten deities. Likewise, there are stories about how if one ventures too close to the mountain on certain dates, one can hear the wind howling through the fractured summit of the mountain, others say that during those nights can hear the voices of people.
The lower regions of the mountain are full of caves, few have ever been explored and the only time people venture close to them is when people are caught outside in some of the heavy thunderstorms that hit the area from time to time the caves are the only dry place to seek shelter.

The caves are safe, I dont remember any stories warning us about them, I think people just aviod them due to the mountain itself.

- Inn keeper to a traveler.

Some of the caves have been worked on by ancient people and some say that deep inside them are the tombs of some of the people who lived in the region before the Faenarith arrived. 
At night, the mountain seems to loom larger, as if growing under the pale moonlight. The broken peak stands silhouetted against the sky, and those who camp nearby claim that they’ve seen lights flickering along the silvery veins towards its top and that near the peak one can see ghostly fires, remnants of whatever ancient power once shattered the Horn.