Said to be the highest range on the Runic Supercontinent, the Starbridge Mountains glitter with a celestial frost, the summits brushing against constellations as if to anchor the stars themselves to the earth. Day or night, the skies blaze with radiance so bright that sages claim one might step from peak to peak across the cosmic firmament—hence the name, Starbridge.
Travelers who venture into these peaks speak of a strange disorientation, as though gravity itself falters; with every step it becomes uncertain whether one treads upon the frozen stone of the world below or upon the mirrored vault of the cosmos above. To wander too far is to risk losing one’s sense of direction entirely, caught in the vertigo of heaven and earth entwined.
At the highest peak, nestled among the frost-lit crags, stands the Secret Tower—the singular exception to the otherwise barren range. Pilgrims, adventurers, and loreseekers risk the perilous climb not for treasure or dominion, but for a fleeting glimpse of truth in the cold starlight. For the Starbridge Mountains are not merely a place, but a threshold between worlds, and the Tower its eternal sentinel.
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Starbridge Mountains
Elf J Trul
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Said to be the highest range on the Runic Supercontinent, the Starbridge Mountains glitter with a celestial frost, the summits brushing against constellations as if to anchor the stars themselves to the earth. Day or night, the skies blaze with radiance so bright that sages claim one might step from peak to peak across the cosmic firmament—hence the name, Starbridge.
Travelers who venture into these peaks speak of a strange disorientation, as though gravity itself falters; with every step it becomes uncertain whether one treads upon the frozen stone of the world below or upon the mirrored vault of the cosmos above. To wander too far is to risk losing one’s sense of direction entirely, caught in the vertigo of heaven and earth entwined.
At the highest peak, nestled among the frost-lit crags, stands the Secret Tower—the singular exception to the otherwise barren range. Pilgrims, adventurers, and loreseekers risk the perilous climb not for treasure or dominion, but for a fleeting glimpse of truth in the cold starlight. For the Starbridge Mountains are not merely a place, but a threshold between worlds, and the Tower its eternal sentinel.
