Some climbers ascend for weeks or months, others for only a day, for the mountain is inconstant and ever-changing.
The ascent is all but impossible, a grueling test of every facet of a climber’s strength, character, resolve, willpower and determination. Its rocks are littered with the contorted bodies of those who have made the attempt and failed. The mountain’s sheer flanks and the treacherous conditions of its high slopes make it incredibly difficult to climb. And to be judged unworthy by Mount Targon is to die. The dwellers at the peak’s base cheer as these brave souls begin their ascent, knowing the mountain will find the vast majority of them unworthy. Some brave souls attempt to scale the impossible mountain, perhaps seeking wisdom or enlightenment, perhaps chasing glory or some soul-deep yearning to see its summit. The Solari high temple sits on the eastern slope of the mountain, reachable only by crossing swaying rope bridges over abyssal canyons, climbing winding stairs weathered into the living rock and traversing whisper-thin ledges cut upon sheer cliffs carved with ancient symbols and vast effigies. Many faiths find root around the mountain, but all are beholden to the Solari, a sun-worshipping faith whose tenets dominate the land. The origin and purpose of these structures - if such things ever had one - remain a mystery, for mortals can never truly know the minds of the structures’ lost creators. These people are united in their belief that living in the shadow of these cyclopean structures of monumental scale is a true calling of mysterious powers. Here the weary traveller learns of the tribes, such as the Rakkor, who have endured the harsh climate and unforgiving lands around the mountain for millennia. Those who survive the arduous journey to the foot of the titanic mountain are welcomed as fellow pilgrims by the scattered, tribal communities that have set up nomadic camps around its base. Like any place of myth, Mount Targon is a beacon to dreamers, madmen and questors of adventure. Some legends even go so far as to claim the Mountain itself is a sleeping titan of antiquity. Many legends cling to Mount Targon, ranging from tales of blazing warriors imbued with incredible powers falling from the sky to battle monsters, to fantastical tales of gods and their celestial abodes crashing down to form the mountain. Located far from civilization, Mount Targon is utterly remote and all but impossible to reach save by the most determined seeker. Mount Targon is the mightiest peak in Runeterra, a towering mountain of sun-baked rock amid a range of summits unmatched in scale anywhere else in the world. The people living at the mountain's base believe these to be aspects of long-vanished stellar beings, creatures powerful and ancient on a scale beyond human comprehension. Those who survive the arduous journey to the foot of the titanic mountain find a sky shimmering with celestial bodies the sun and moons, but also constellations, planets, fiery comets that streak the darkness, and auspicious arrangements of stars.
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