The Father's Throne

Here the Father sits, eyes reflecting the blaze of distant stars. The air is thick with sulfur. The Father does not smile as he passes judgment upon Ildhrune. Seated at the highest point in the nation, these volcanic lands are edged by snow-tipped pines. Soft grass turns to snow and ice as one moves towards the volcano's side. Harsh is the wind as it howls through the mountain passes. Distant are the wastes, the scar a warning to the mortals of a god's wrath. Treacherous trails wind along the volcano's side and those that find a foothold might draw near the top. However as the mountain narrows, the snow begins to melt. Heat creates a mirage and plays upon the fevered mind.

This is a holy place to many in Ildhrune. At the top, where the heat is almost unbearable, lies the Temple, a crumbling but not forgotten holy ground whose bricks are blackened with soot. At the summit, the volcano’s underground magma has heated the earth’s surface into the Hot Springs. Wherever you venture, however, be warned: the Father watches, and his verdict is law.