These mountains embrace this shrouded vale within like a crux, its spires piercing the gut of the sky to let in the gleaming innards of itself. From early spring to midsummer, the hollow shakes itself loose, and bright rivers rush to cleanse alpine roots. Streams are shier and hurry forever away beneath the boughs of these wealds. Autumn flushes the alpine to its very peaks, but winter is just as quick to chase it away and remain too long.
Founders of the notion that 'the stars will guide' Stormrift is notorious for the spread of its theology. Reuniting with their loved ones from the night sky, they appear as stars, embodying silver specks in the midnight blue, the watch from the heavens. Whispering to all they hold dear, the fallen beckon them forth to whisper their guidance and exchange soft pleasantries, providing a feeling of hope long lost.