Mordor

Surrounded by cliffs of dark quartz, long ago slain by the unrelenting river, Morder waits with secrets. Angry briers are unrelenting and thirsty, but the cold crystalline water will carry your fears away. When affronted, the scaling cliffs fall toward you in huge spears of stone, frozen in place and waiting for eternity. You are not eternity, but you will try to slay them nonetheless. The spires and angry walls are ready, but by nature want to spit you out. Bring your metal and your rope, but most of all some sturdy friends. You seek strength and beauty, with the threat of death. It is what we do, and this is where it is found.