The altar sits amongst a range of rock outcrops and tufts of tough grass, it's towering pylons vigilant against the clouded sky. Red stone and pristine gold create this place of speech and ritual, metal gleaming in the sun. This place remains much as it was on the day it was built, despite the many that have gathered here to hear myths and legends spoke as true.
Through ritual and ancient words kept secret by those who know the true purpose of this place, this quiet sentinel can change. A rift opens between this world and the others, a doorway to elsewhere where such myths and legends hide in wait.