Rainoga

The Giant’s Run Mountains thrust skyward west of the Vilhon Reach, their jagged peaks casting long shadows over the Shining Plains below. Steep, forbidding, and perpetually wreathed in cloud near their summits, these mountains once harbored thriving gold dwarf strongholds—rich citadels carved into the stone, now largely abandoned or lost to time. Veins of precious ore still run through their bones, drawing prospectors and treasure-seekers, though many vanish amid the narrow passes and unstable tunnels. Whispers speak of ancient dwarven tombs sealed behind rune-locked doors, and of forgotten vaults filled with relics of the Deep Realms. Tribes of monsters—goblins, manticores, and worse—now claim the slopes, but the deepest caverns remain unnaturally quiet, as though waiting. Echoes of hammer strikes and chants of Moradin sometimes drift through the stone winds, hinting that the mountains remember their golden age—and may yet call their children home.

Rugged cliffs rise in staggered ridges, dusted with snow and veiled in mist. Cracked stone paths wind upward between needle-like peaks, and faint, squared carvings mark long-abandoned dwarven entrances half-buried in scree. The wind howls constantly, stirring dust and the cries of distant beasts, while the fading light plays across rich, mineral-streaked rock faces, hinting at the treasure—and danger—within.