The Smokey Mountain
“The smoke rolls in like a tide, thick and endless. The higher you climb, the less you can see.”
The Smokey Mountain is tall, silent, and veiled in an endless rolling fog. It is not snow that covers its peaks, but smoke, so thick and heavy that even sound struggles to pass through it. Those who try to climb to the summit often find themselves turned around, descending the same paths they swore they had just climbed.
This is a place of lost things, where the echoes of those who failed to escape the Gentry linger. The smoke is alive, shifting and whispering, sometimes forming figures that feel almost familiar. Some say the mountain is watching, choosing who is allowed to reach its peak and who is meant to wander forever.
- Dangers: The Hollow Men, figures that lurk in the fog, their faces missing, their voices stolen.
- Rewards: Safe paths through the Hedge, known only to those who can read the smoke.
- Paths: The higher you climb, the harder it is to breathe, to think, to remember—the mountain does not let go easily.