Deep in the vales of the Winderwrung Crags, legends speak of a beautiful figure whose serenade echoes across the range. Some say this singer leads climbers to their doom, others speak of surviving blizzards by that heavenly voice. One has at last set out to see if the legends hold any truth or are only traveler’s tales… -- Deathshead419
The valley is plentiful, and those who live there know well why every building stands on stilts or pillars. Even the horses and cattle shelter in barns held above the plains. They are well used to the sturdy ramps.
At the high end lie the Winderwrung Crags. A stone labyrinth carved by wind and water. People in the vale don't venture far into there.
In the dry season, the crags sing.
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