River Foam:

A relatively minor river, the River Foam skirts the southern foothills of Droskar’s Crag before cutting across the northern basin of Darkmoon Vale. The river punches through the hills via a narrow gorge filled with rapids and shallows before dumping into the Jorakk River.
Despite its proximity to Darkmoon Wood and that Falcon’s Hollow sits upon its northern bank, the River Foam makes for a poor highway. Not even riverboats can pass through the rapids, and the few ferries and boats on the river (including the Falcon’s Hollow ferry) were carried overland or built on the river.
No bridge spans the river, but two fords and one ferry provide ways across the Foam. The only bridge to have spanned the river was destroyed in the Rending, a cataclysm where the volcano came to life and buried surrounding cities and towns.

One of the river’s fords lies a few miles upriver from the remains of that bridge, while the other cross just upriver from where the Foam dumps into the Jorakk River. The lone ferry crosses at Falcon’s Hollow.
Large, silver-flanked salmon fill the river in the spring and autumn, spawning at the base of the falls and filling the river with their easily harvested corpses. Crawdads live all along the river’s banks as it widens and slows through most of Darkmoon Vale. Otters, fisks, marles, herons, and various breeds of alligators also live along the river at various places. Aside from all these animals, the occasional reefclaw makes its way to the River Foam, as does the infrequent water naga.



Droskar’s Crag:

The beautiful and mostly conical stratovolcano known as Droskar’s Crag stands at the northwestern corner of Darkmoon Vale and anchors both the wide valley and the Vrykarr Mountains. At 28,822 feet, Droskar’s Crag is the highest peak in Drhokker/Skarrna and the highest known active volcano in the world. Although it continues to emit intermittent puffs of smoke from its two craters, Dwarven volcanologists assure concerned Fhokki citizens that a major eruption is not imminent.



Droskar’s Crucible:

Squatting at the foot of Droskar’s Crag, this ruined monastery sits among ancient, gnarled trees. Made of simple stone blocks, worn smooth with the passage of time, the stout building is falling apart. This slow crumbling alone points to the unusually poor construction of Dwarves no longer interested in excelling at their toils, but merely toiling.

Just prior to their withdrawal from the region to nearby Dwarven holds, the Dwarves of the Vrykarr Mountains turned to the worship of the Dark Smith: Droskar, God of Toil and Labor. As the decades passed, fidelity to Droskar no longer inspired great works, only works, and the quality of Dwarven craftsmanship plummeted as the Stoutfolk attempted to ceaselessly churn out monuments, temples, and armories in his honor. Droskar’s Crucible is a hallmark of this decline in imagination and spirit. Its spartan interior is a testament to the joyless final days of the Dwarves.
Smooth halls, many of which are filled with Ironbloom mushrooms, stretch between cold-stoned chambers. Crudely hewn tunnels connect the underground monastery directly to dreary mines and the thundering forges that long ago hammered out steel day and night.