Most visitors to Glenshiel (Reavers'
Deep 1912) remember most vividly the great mountain, Anekthor, which rises from the Jura Plateau to an altitude of over 14km above sea level. The triple peaks of Anekthor are a majestic sight, which is oft repeated in holograms, pictures, paintings, and sketches throughout the
Principality of Caledon. Anekthor is a treacherous mountain, and has never been successfully climbed to the top. Four expeditions have attempted it, two were never heard from again, while the other two were forced to turn back by bad weather.
An aura of mystery and danger has clung around Anekthor like the clouds that circle the three peaks, Cloros, Lankir, and the highest, also called Anekthor. Stories told by hunters and climbers who have visited the low slopes tell of a savage beast, the
Windstalker, which watches from inaccessible ledges and howls to foretell the death of climbers.
These stories are usually dismissed, since the quadrupedal Windstalker of the stories has nothing in common with the dominant hexapodal life forms native to Glenshiel. old mountain hands, however, are convinced they've seen something on the High Slope . . . and can tell a pretty convincing story over the light of a campfire in the midst of Glenshiel's rugged, empty foothills.