It has marked a determinedly fixed point on the horizon since you set out towards it from Greyhawk. It has been impossible to lose sight of the monstrous mountain and the great plume of white steam pouring forth from the mountain's mouth. It now looms high overhead, still an hour or so from where you are, you feel dwarfed by the mountain's massiveness. The map you were provided by your benefactors, a trio of wealthy artifact collectors who promised you 'anything within their power to provide' should you successfully return with their stolen items, did not give you a false impression of the mountain's dominance of the surrounding land.
