⚔ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⚔

The Nether Mountains rise in jagged, obsidian defiance across the Silver Marches, a forbidding range that once marked the border between ancient realms. Now, they serve as a crucible of chaos and ambition. The orc tribes of the Thousand Fists and Ripped Gut, once bitter enemies, have forged a bloody alliance to seize control of the Moon Pass, dividing the mountains into embattled east and west. Dragondoom, the range’s towering peak, hides Morueme’s Cave—home to a cunning clan of blue dragons whose plots echo across the region. Their hobgoblin thralls, the Red Flayers, zealously defend the Doomspire, a fortress hewn from the mountain’s bones. Despite these threats, the mountains glimmer with rich veins of precious metals, attracting miners, prospectors, and treasure hunters. High above, amidst crags lashed by wind and shadow, the elusive Metallic Dragon Council gathers, wary of rising chromatic threats and mortal encroachments alike.

Dark, blade-like peaks slash the horizon, sheathed in swirling mists and black clouds. Lightning flickers near Dragondoom’s summit, casting brief light on narrow ridges and iron-colored cliffs. Crude watchfires mark orcish camps along the Moon Pass, while a distant citadel juts like a fang from the stone. Golden glints hint at hidden veins, but monstrous shapes move in the shadows.