Les Pointes Noires

Les Pointes Noires are foreboding peaks jutting out of the landscape in the northern portion of Brelande forming the border with Aundair. The peaks get their name from the barren black rock atop the mountain and the almost constant mass of dark black thunderheads that cling to the mountain face. It is a foreboding place frequently assailed by torrential rains and even snow. Legend says the black rock at the summit is warm day and night and that, though snow falls at its peak, it melts as soon as it touches the face of the mountain. Very few dare explore the mountains and those that have come back say that deep in the crevases of the mountain you can hear the sound of painful wailing and industry. These claims have gone unverified however. Next to no vegetation grows upon the rocks and flash flooding would frequently occur were it not for the deep running crevases in the peaks. What isn't absorbed by these caves sheds into Lac Galifar.

Nestled in the eastern foothills of the Blackcaps is The Trou Noir a deep chasm that seemingly extends all the way to the depths of Khyber and a town of the same name where the destitute and the despicable make their home. On the western side of the Blackcaps sits Fort Bacaisse a mountain fortress.

Temperate Hills, Rugged; Mountains, Forbidding Jutting fiercely into the sky along the southern shores of Lac Galifar, the Blackcaps loom over the borderlands between Aundair, Breland, and Thrane. Seen from a distance, the mountains have a distinctly ominous presence. Few trees grow on the lower slopes, and thick banks of clouds cling to the bare peaks. Red and green lightning can sometimes be seen playing among the clouds or licking the mountaintops. The mountains take their name from the complete lack of

snow on the dark stone. Explorers who have dared the heights report that the rock faces are almost uncomfortably warm day and night, and snow falls from the heavy clouds but melts immediately rather than accumulating. Water pours down the cliffsides during rains or snows, and fl ash flooding would be a real dangelr if not for the many crevasses the water flows into. The sounds of industry or the cries of strangel creatures can sometimes be heard emerging from the mouths of these crevasses, but no explorer has returned with tales of the interiors of the mountains.