Cloud Mountains
Heading up the base of the mountains.

The mountain ranges of the Scottish highlands are an enchanting sight to behold, with roots that turn into the rolling hills of the forest, and spines smeared with paleness, which kiss the sky and thus become one with the clouds. As wide as the horizon, they sit colossal under the expanse of overcast blue.

Nestled between these peaks are the valleys- remnants of the forest, vales, and waterways, plants finding themselves increasingly at odds with rocky ground each time the crags climb higher. It is within these valleys where the mountains are most green; the trees are healthy, strapping growths, and grassy knolls grow wild. Rambling, pebbly streams are as common as wide, flat riverbeds, and they connect the lochs through the mountains. They are as full of fish and waterfowl as the forest has its beasts. The weather here is warmer than the coastline, and in the summer the landscape finds itself as colorful as an oil painting. In the winter, it becomes a land of crisp snow and cold rivers. Rocky green on the edges of the glens blend into the browns and grays of more solid stone on the slopes, carved into such inclines by the steady passages of time. Against these cliffs, the mouths of caverns may stand dark amidst the rock, dotting the faces of the lower mountainsides. The winding paths of the hills readily take travelers where they must; the trails through the mountains provide a less harrowing experience than those trails which wind upwards into the relative solitude of the highland plateaus.

Up above the glens, where the grass has long turned to gnarled scrub and the ground to granite, the paths give way to a precarious route onto the mountains themselves. Here is where the air is cooler and nearly always layered in hanging fog; what brown earth there is here, is tundra in manner- unyielding and unwelcoming. In the warm seasons, where the rises flatten out, there are crumpled fields of ruddy grass, and of flowers of contrasting daintiness. In the cold season, the snow falls freely here, and blankets the mountainsides in brushstrokes of white. The inclines here are slower to lift, coasting on low angles higher into the sky. At different points, the mountains themselves disappear into the clouds, to be lost permanently to man's wandering gaze. None alive have made it as far as the peaks of the Cloud Mountains, nor do many wish to attempt it. One may simply imagine what lies beyond the rim of the sky, rather than risk the price of knowing.

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Additional Information

  • The proper name for the mountain range is Ben Nibheis — or the mountains with their heads in the clouds, but most of the locals just call them the Cloud Mountains.
  • There are ruins throughout the mountains, but one notable, crumbling structure that was once a memorial with etched stone plaques giving tribute to the fallen of World War II, its date marked 1965.