middle of the spine

Irman sat peacefully atop the crumbling wall of a long lost dwarven structure, the name for which he did not know. He was smoking his pipe, and trying to keep his mind off of travel. It had been seven days since he had arrived in herdschlant, a small human village which had claimed a fertile...

Coyote breathes in deeply, appreciating the scent of the mountain air, and the tiny little wildflowers wafting up to him as Yorel steps over them. This was the farthest North he'd been, and likely the highest up the Spine he's been as well, given the look of the landscape, and the way the few...