Twilight | Highlands

As the lowlands below bake under a relentless sun, the Highlands wait in their cool, violet silence. They ask nothing of the world except to be left alone. And yet, they call to us—to the part of us that wonders what happens when the sun stops moving, and we are left, finally, alone with the quiet, indifferent light of distant stars.

At the center of the Highlands lies its greatest mystery and its greatest danger: the Amethyst Throne. It is not a throne in the human sense, but a natural spire of crystalline rock, thirty meters tall, that pulses with a low-frequency hum. The Luminari believe it is the anchor-point of the Veil. twilight highlands

However, the Highlands have also become a refuge for outcasts. Exiled alchemists, disgraced knights, and heretical priests flee to the twilight, where the crown's laws are as weak as the sunlight. These "Duskers" live in fortified wind-scrapes on the eastern bluffs, trading salvaged relics and potent twilight-maddened hallucinogens with the few foolhardy merchants who risk the mountain pass. There is a grim saying among the lowland folk: "If you want to hide from the gods, go to the Highlands. Even they have trouble seeing in that light." As the lowlands below bake under a relentless