Compendium Entry North: Himalayan
Central: Appalachian
South: Rockies

A mysterious set of mountain ranges sprawls across the the terrain, curiously flowing from one extreme to the next. In the south, temperate zones are split with canyons and cliffs. The central terrain is comprised of low mountains that appear blue in the distance. Toward the north are intense peaks taller than any have ever gone before. Many of the mountains and ranges are dotted with old bridges and mysterious ancient structures.

Listenin' to you speak your mind

Early Morning Partly Cloudy 65° F
Go to sleep, you weary hobo —” The voice sang through the mountain's path. His voice echoing off the rocks and into the mountain's mist as it swirled around the peaks and its low-hanging clouds. Let the towns drift slowly by —” He sang for no one but himself. To hear his own melody as it sang back to him in a round over the pointed tops.

Can't you hear the steel rails hummin? —” Honestly he wasn't certain what he was singing about. The song just sang through his heart and into his vocals, singing nonsense as far as he was concerned other than the "hobo" part. Being a wanderer himself for a good portion of his life - or what he could remember of it through the recent dreams that would come to ease his soul between nightmares.

“— That's a hobo's lullaby Even now as his ears flew up to listen to the lyrics being sung back to him by the mountains, there the painted man stood still to listen to his own vocals being sang back to him. It was breath taking. It had been a long time since he had felt musical.

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