The Duergar Mountains
“This series of foreboding peaks form Kholusia's northeastern mountain range. The very fact that the ancient word for "dwarf" was used to name the mountains indicates just how long the short-statured race has dwelled here.
— Encyclopaedia Eorzea Volume III, p. 111
The Duergar Mountains is an area in Kholusia, Norvrandt.
Landmarks
The Duergar's Tewel
The far end of the Dwarven Hollows opens up into a great, crater-like expanse. Geysers here spew volcanically heated water high into the air, spraying the uncaring dwarves as they mine deposits of sulphur and other valuable minerals.
Dwarven Hollows
Bitter rivals in all things but especially excavation, both Tholl and Gogg lay claim to this cavernous network of mining tunnels. Outsiders simply refer to them as the Dwarven Hollows in a conscious attempt to avoid antagonizing either tribe.
Flue Bridge
Flowing from its source in the Duergar Mountains, the upper stretch of Watts River is spanned at two spots by the Flue and Bowled Oil Bridges. Crossing over to the river's east side puts one squarely in Gogg territory.
The Wet Whistle
The village drinkers gather here to imbibe copious amounts of Gogg-brewed ale. On rare occasions, the raised voices actually belong to the chief and the elders as they consult on matters of import.
Komra
Another of the dwarven settlements found on the slopes of Mt. Gulg, Komra is home to a proud branch of the Gogg family. The village was nearly obliterated by otherworldly forces, but the resilient residents have pulled together to rebuild their lives (and their houses).
Boiled Oil Bridge
Flowing from its source in the Duergar Mountains, the upper stretch of Watts River is spanned at two spots by the Flue and Bowled Oil Bridges. Crossing over to the river's east side puts one squarely in Gogg territory.
White Oil Falls
This waterfall marks the midpoint of Watts River. The sluggish current sends water over the cliff with little force, the cascade cleaving closely to the rock as it plunges down from an impressive height. Upon observing this almost-viscous flow, a renowned poet likened the falls to an enormous trickle of oil.