Raniar Mountain Range
Shielding the Father’s Footprint from the frigid southerly winds that blast down from the Soundless Brink, these snowcapped mountains are the craggy step-children to the Indahar Mountain Range to the east. They run just shy of The Bight and her keep to swing northward along the western border of Sussenia and the Niktan Valley until — devoid of life — her icy tail disappears into the bluster of snow and the Brink. Along the foot of the Mountains runs the Road to The Bight, utilizing their protection from the elements as it winds its way westward, or curiously wraps around Mount Oezter and An Dun before splintering at Sirius Stalagmite to feed the more established and traveled roads of central Kai’ckul.
While their position alongside the coastline, and far-removed from much of the world has saved them direct opposition, attacks, and from almost all woes from the Lost Wars, it also leaves the region devoid of much resource control. From the mountains themselves, the Raniar Clans draw on the black, igneous stone which is incredibly difficult to use in stoneworking, but also mine from rich iron and salt deposits. Along the northern, wind-blown side, there are brave fisherkin who usually resort to cages and trawls, rather than risk a boat — so these Clans are known for their shellfish, crabs, and lobster catches. But most rich of all their resources, the Raniar Clans thrive on the control of the northerly roads and the port of An Dun — wealth located with a single clan, but wealth all the same.
Due to the intrinsic and natural warmth found within a holdfast, and the negligible need to leave the internal communities, the holdfasts exist farther north than other peoples would be able to survive despite the freezing northern conditions. Wardens also are found on the Raniars, though forced into the edges by the tenacious Clans who defend their holdfasts with the fervor of a cornered wolf. Multiple attempts to build quarters and fortifications have been made at a place called “Netton-on-the-Snow,” nestled in a valley between the final two northern Clans: Adelmo and Yale. Yet each attempt has been stymied by frostbite, snowdrifts, avalanche, and desertion — builders often felt they stood a better chance fleeing for the South than they did at completing their task. So, “Netton-on-the-Snow” is a work in progress, a half-built keep tightly ringed by an undulating and unfinished wall of varying heights. Wardens come, abiding their duty, but rarely last a full day, let alone a fortnight.