In the middle of the Ringing Mountains, in that stony,
rugged district just north of Tyr, lies a shrine of the earth
elementals. Those who travel over the mountains have
often found it a safe refuge from the beasts that lurk in
those craggy peaks, and the guardian who lives at the shrine seems content to provide defense for all those in
need.
The guardian's name is Horth Araxis, an earth cleric
whose wandering days have come to an end. He can still
scale mountains, but long journeys tire him, and have
for years. A fit man, his years are betrayed by the dirty
wrinkles of his face and the graying of his beard. His eyes
are black and beady, and his skin is the color of desert
sand. A brown robe covers the tough mekillot armor that
has served him well over the years. His weapon is a large
maul topped by a hammer like stone of obsidian.
The shrine sits just off a little side trail in the mountains
north of Tyr. Beasts of burden and large beings may not
fit through the entrance.