⚔ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⚔

Flint Rock, nestled within the treacherous Evermoors of the Savage Frontier, stands as the ancestral mound of the Elk tribe, a sacred site of the Uthgardt barbarians. This concentric arrangement of hills cradles a central depression, its form mimicking a leaping elk, a testament to their revered totem. At its heart lies a massive, unmovable stone slab altar, ten feet by six, concealing a potent relic: a five-foot mithral spear tip, once imbued with divination magic. This hallowed ground, burial site for Elk chiefs and shamans, also serves as the stage for their annual Runemeet, a convergence of lawmaking, celebration, and solemn rites. Though darkened by a period of profane worship, the mound has been reclaimed, its holiness restored by the resurgent Elk tribe. The surrounding Silver Marches, a region often contested, and the broader Uthgardt Alliance, a bulwark against goblinoid threats, frame this place of primal power.

Flint Rock appears as a series of low, grassy hills in concentric rings, their moss-laden slopes circling a wide, shallow basin. Mists cling to the earth, revealing the elk-shaped outline only from above. At its center sits a dark stone altar, weathered by wind and time, encircled by bone totems and ritual stones. Silence reigns, broken only by wind and the distant cry of crows—a place steeped in reverence and raw, ancient power.