The Mountains of Desolation were an enormous range of mountains that surrounded the entire piece of land in which the Castle took place - that was the Kingdom of Liminalia. Outside of it, little was known about, and scarce was the information surrounding it.

From the distance, the Mountains sure looked beautiful, coumpounding the horizon in a beautiful paisage, but the closer you got, the uglier they would start to look. A terrible omen hovered over those mountains, keeping life away as a warning to whatever could be inside those colossal walls of rock. It was said, for example, that a bizarre wind hollowed nonstoply over the cliffs, like a crying ghost. Well, that was something one would expect from a cursed mountain range, but what WAS, actually, bizarre, was the fact that the wind didn’t seem to flow past an abstract limit, presumably where begun the realms of Liminalia. On days where you couldn’t even see the smallest blade of grass waving with the wind, you could STILL hear the pale cry of THE Mountain Wind. This, of course, was nothing but a frightnening, unnatural phenomena, which was enough to create a vast sort of legends that weren’t exactly the MOST PLEASING STORIES TO LISTEN AT ANY TIME, EVEN LESS AT NIGHT.

To traverse the Mountains was something almost impossible. The cliffs were too high and the rockslides were constant, except in a single place. A strait canyon, located northwest of the Castle. A passage, to the realm of the unknown.

That was the Throat of Deos.

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