Sword Coast

The Cloud Peaks rise dramatically before you, their jagged summits cloaked in mist that clings like a veil to their icy faces. Towering cliffs of gray stone catch the sunlight in fleeting glimmers, while cascading streams cut sharp lines down their rugged slopes. The air grows colder with each step, carrying the scent of wet rock and pine, mixed with the distant, metallic tang of snow. The mountains seem alive, their haunting whispers carried on the chill winds that whip around you. Paths narrow and twist unpredictably, flanked by sheer drops that plummet into shadowed depths. Occasional bursts of birdsong echo faintly, only to be swallowed by the vast, unsettling silence. The peaks loom omnipresent, vast and indifferent, their secrets hidden amidst treacherous ridges and concealed caves. You stand on the brink of nature’s raw majesty, knowing that beauty and peril walk hand in hand here.

They are a relatively small but very tall, with Mount Speartop at an elevation of 4420 meters. Many steep ravines and sudden drops lay along the paths, and the winds are dangerous. The mountains are snow-covered most of the year and quite cool. Tribes of ogres and hill giants live in the mountains, as well as White Dragons.