Rainoga

Stone Stand, nestled deep within the High Forest of the Silver Marches, is a place of ancient reverence. A towering oak, a direct descendant of the Grandfather Tree, dominates the site, its branches reaching skyward from a central mound. Two concentric rings of cairns, each topped by standing menhirs capped with lintels, encircle the tree, creating a stone circle of formidable presence. This sacred site, held dear by both the Tree Ghost and the elusive Blue Bear Uthgardt tribes, whispers of forgotten rituals and primal power. Though thought extinct, the Blue Bears still make rare, nocturnal pilgrimages, their connection to the oak and the land undiminished. Beneath the mound, a relic of giantkind lies buried, a testament to ancient Uthgar worship, its magic believed to infuse the oak with protective energies. The air here hums with a palpable sense of ancient magic, a silent sentinel in the heart of the wild.

A colossal oak towers above a mossy rise, its gnarled limbs draped in mist and echoing birdsong. Around it, twin rings of ancient stones—gray menhirs topped with flat lintels—stand like frozen sentinels. The earth is soft and sacred, alive with root and rune. Under a silver sky, faint trails and claw marks vanish into thickets, while the air hums with unseen power. The place feels watched—by earth, sky, and something older still.