The remnants of a massive stone gatehouse on the western slopes, scorched and partially melted by an eruption so catastrophic it reshaped the surrounding terrain. The gate once controlled access between the Spine and the Deyune Steps. Its hinges, fused shut by heat, still stand upright in the ash. 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.