Rainoga

The Giant’s Plain stretches wide across the southern Heartlands, a sweeping vista of windblown grasslands, undulating hills, and weathered stone monoliths scattered like forgotten sentinels. Once known as Karlyn’s Vale, it was the site of a legendary dwarven victory over marauding giants during the early days of Delzoun’s decline. Great boulders and toppled menhirs, some inscribed with dwarven runes, are said to mark the places where giant chieftains fell. Yet the triumph was bittersweet. In later centuries, as human settlers expanded across the Heartlands, the dwarven descendants of those victors were driven out, their holdfasts razed or buried beneath human towns and farms. Now, the plain whispers of ancient glories and bitter loss. Travelers often speak of ghostly drums and stomping footsteps echoing on moonlit nights, as if the old war plays on beneath the soil. It remains a place of beauty and sorrow—sacred to dwarves, but claimed by history’s cruelty.

Golden grasses ripple across low hills, broken only by massive, lichen-covered stones that rise like teeth from the earth. Faint dwarven runes scar their surfaces, weathered by centuries of wind. Distant foothills haze in the light, and a mournful breeze carries the scent of old battles. At dusk, the shadows stretch long across the plain, casting the scattered stones as if giants still lay fallen where they once stood.