From the east mountains the wind howled and moaned, tall grass bending in waves under the dismal, cloudy sky.  A storm was coming to a head, the very trees swaying, their branches coming together as though to pray to their god; they begged not to be blown over, to fall victim to the harsh winds that this desolate place was so named by… Bellowing Heights.

Should they tumble there would normally be no man to hear, most brave enough to venture forth to this place crashing to their own demise.  The bones of past travelers littered the mountains bleak side, mangled amongst the cold, unforgiving stone.  He who fell here was never to be retrieved, and he who attempted the journey was never expected to return.

It was in question as to how the people of the town below came to be in this place; the great rock was all that to be seen for miles, and though it protected its inhabitants from intruders, it also trapped them.  Perhaps it was this isolation from the outside world that drove countless to take the trek into the Bellowing Mountains, and this curiosity of what lie beyond was always the end of them.  

As the rain began to pour, however, there was a man on the horizon….
A man from the outside.
A man named Layton Hillel.

((Please send me a PM if you're interested, I would not be rping with this theoretical character; thought the setting would be fun to describe though.))