A mining settlement clinging to the charred slopes where obsidian deposits run thick. Blackridge supplies raw material to Black Hammer Forge and trades cutting tools with Rookforge. Life here is hard — the air smells of sulfur and the ground trembles weekly. Within the Ashen Spine, this site is part of the long chain of forge-towns, quarries, and iron-vein settlements that work the world's oldest forges from Ironmark down to Old Varr. The smoke is the climate. The Fray here is physical — cracks open in the rock, tunnels appear that were not there the day before — and the Cleaved is the regional consequence. Forge guilds keep their own records, and they keep them close.

No stories reference this entity yet. This part of the world awaits its chronicler.