The Mountains are a breathtaking sight truly they are, and yet it seems as if no creature wishes to believe anything opposing could exist. At the peaks is where living becomes a chore, and survival gives itself meaning. Toward the peaks pine trees stand dominant, reigning supreme for a few miles. Though as elevation continues to rise, the pines begin to disappear and only sparse grasses and low-growing alpine flowers flourish. As you continue to ascend large boulders begin to make themselves prominent, though the true test had begun at the beginning of the pines. During the Summer and Spring the mountain surface is not for the faint of heart as it test the agility and balance one can exert, especially in the Winter when the landscape sometimes becomes slick with ice. Stamina and endurance are a must in this territory, one truly must be assured with the manner in which they handle themselves physically. At the very peaks no vegetation exist and only rough, rock surfaces lay apparent. The peaks are exceptional as a water source is always around, though not always in its liquified state. Bones and other such remains cover the entire peaks, as it shows that for some creatures this land is not as welcoming as it presents itself to be. Shelter is difficult to find, though if one searches they will find what they so desperately seek. At night the peaks glow with an eerie aura, for many have noted that the moans and groaning of souls can be heard along with their whispers that dance with the currents of the winds.

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