An ominous range of volcanic peaks rising in a ringlike
formation north of Urik, the Smoking Crown is a dangerous
land, barely habitable. The peaks belch plumes of steam,
ash, and cinders that rain down over everything. Lava
sometimes streams from the fissures in the slopes, spilling
in fiery rivers down the mountainsides. Other fissures vent
steam that scalds flesh or colorless, poisonous gases that
kill without warning. Despite the danger, slaves excavate
the mountains for obsidian and pumice. The quarries are
hellish places to work, with unbearable temperatures and
jagged black glass on all sides.