The Scar of Rintarax

If she looked back and down the mountain she could see her town, a small blot of green amid the desert. But she did not look back. The mountain towered above her, its broken crown pointing to the heavens, accusing the gods of some long-forgotten wrong. He wouldn't come here. No one comes here. The Scar of Rintarax is a cursed place, barren of life and full of vengeful and deadly spirits. At least, that was what the Rainspeaker said, and the Rainspeakers tell only the truth. Still, she'd gladly take starvation and ghosts over what awaited her at home.

A storm was brewing in The Scar. She could see the flashes of dry lightning, and the wind tugged at her clothing, as if urging her to turn back. The gritted her teeth and pressed on, the challenge only increasing her determination.

After several hours, she arrived at The Scar. The two peaks pierced the clouds hundreds of feet above her. As she craned her neck to look up at them, lightning struck one of the cliff walls. Her eyes followed the spray of rocks and boulders as it fell down, down, down, finally disappearing in the dark crack in the valley. Another bolt of lighting struck, and in the responding thunder, she could swear she heard the roar of a dragon. She shivered in the wind, and after looking around for a while she found a cave that she could use for shelter. It was more of a tunnel really, oddly circular and smooth, but it kept the wind out. As a clap of thunder deafened her ears, she smiled. This place was dangerous for sure, but here in the cursed wilds, she at last felt safe.

Geography

The Scar of Rintarax is a mountain in the Southwest of Actassi. It is the highest peak in the Whitespine Mountains, called the Blindalshet by the Dragonborn who live there. The mountain is split in two by a crack that runs from the peak to halfway down its slopes, and the twin summits reach nearly 18,000 feet above sea level. Despite being the highest peak in the range, it is the only one that remains clear of snow year round. The Scar seems to generate storms. Lightning and thunder is an almost daily occurrence, but these storms almost never produce rain.

Fauna & Flora

Contrary to the legends of the Gwyrmindar, The Scar of Rintarax is not barren, though life is scarce, and large creatures even rarer. Lingering moisture from the frequent storms allows mosses and lichen to grow. Small herbivores feed on the scant plant life, small carnivores feed on them. Occasionally rocs perch on the mountain peaks, and during particularly heavy storms behir might be seen soaking up lightning on the cliff faces.

Dark legends abound about other monsters and spirits inhabiting the scar. Old men tell tales over campfires of undead dragons and shadows that suck the soul from your body. Adventurers with haunted eyes whisper warnings of an unknown ancient evil. Who can say if there is any truth to these tales, but everyone agrees the Scar of Rintarax is a place to avoid if at all possible.