These large columns of natural formations are often seen as the severed fingers of fallen elder ones. On top of their skyward peaks, the Drumvar rest as a symbolical gesture of their metaphysical ascension. Puffing away at their jungle herb filled pipes, peering across the vast wilderness from within their dung brick homes. Their jagged peaks are connected by swinging bridges, as the insectoid inhabitants can be observed practicing their martial disciplines and mediating on the most precarious of positions. The only way to climb up is by following a dangerous, narrow pathway wrapping from the base to the top. Where many religious statures of their ancestors can be witnessed strung about, a pilgrimage their young take when of age to become enlightened toward their history
