No man enters the Wyrmrange without uttering a prayer to whatever god they deem their maker, for while there have been no sign of the dragons that give the mountains their name for many long years, there are other dangers lurking in the peaks. Orcs, Gnolls, Wildmen that eat the flesh of their kin, there are few dangers that one could imagine that haven’t found their way to the Stories the merchants tell of the long path through the mountains.
Despite the storied danger of the Wyrmrange, men brave the ancient Silver Road, for the jewels and spices and exotic magics of Amyrti which lie beyond. The road was once kept by the Dwarves of Hal Bharuun who are said to have hewn it in ancient days, to arbitrate trade between Amyrti and the ancient Nhari Empire.
The Dwarves of Hal Bharuun have long been absent from their halls beneath the Wyrmrange, and so the Silver Road has fallen into disrepair. It is still a the only major way through the range, but it’s safety has declined in the century since the dwarves left, to the point where only armed caravans dare make their way along it’s windy path.