Dunwarr

Dwarven homeland.

Bleak and foreboding, the Dunwarr Mountains are a collection of blizzard-pounded peaks, sharp ridges of gray slate, and gnarled clusters of twisted evergreen trees. Between the snowy crags lie high meadows of heather and gorse, fed by swift-flowing, icy brooks. Apparently home to nothing beyond the occasional goat and jackrabbit, the Dunwarr are the last place one would expect to find an empire.

However, as travelers venture through the tumbled rocks of the foothills and follow the twisting trails up into the high valleys, signs of a long-lost civilization begin to appear. On close inspection, cliffs appear too straight and sharp edged to have been cut by wind and rain. What first look like sheep trails turn out to be paved with tightly-fitted cobblestones. And some of the craggy outcroppings start to eerily resemble grim, weatherworn faces.

Eventually, if one follows a particularly well-worn track east of the Howling Giant Hills, they will enter a narrow vale leading up into the Dunwarr. At its head, bracketed by the roaring foam from twin towering waterfalls, stand the Gates of Thelgrim, heart of the Dwarven kingdoms in the Dunwarr Deeps.