The Lost Mountain has a typical backstory to it, at least as far as mountains go. The old fire gets tired of being underground and pushes itself up then a mountain is slowly formed from the resulting breach, then the volcano cools and becomes a mountain and does nothing but look cool.
However The Lost Mountain has a special twist to it that can be called unique to the Lost Mountain.
Once a year at the zenith of summer, when all the heat of the world congregates to the highest places, the mountain wakes.
Like a beast from slumber slowly waking from the brink of death, the mountain does something similar.
Everything has a memory or a footprint left upon the mountain and the mountain itself has a memory too. It remembers the fire. The moment it was born to this world. The shockwaves of a thousand explosions and millions of deaths was the birthright the mountain claimed upon the first awakening. But, at the zenith of summer the mountain remembers and the world around is transformed from forests and trees to but a brief five minute period of molten rock and the wrath of extinct power.
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At least that's what it looks like to the naked eye, after the zenith of summer passes the mountain reverts to its previous state. The animals are still there. The old mine is still consuming the miners and the fog still hunts for its next victim.
The Echo, that's what the people of the mountain call it, the mountain reverts as if it is on a clock. always the zenith and always the hottest day of the year.
Tick Tock till the clock stops.
The memory falls on the mountain top
run, run till the world stops.
Either way the mountain is not a safe place, if you wanna live never go on the mountain, death is around every corner. You cannot prepare, most things on the mountain are not a feasible thing in the rest of the world. The laws of physics dont allow for most mountain being to exist away from it.
Dont worry though. You should be safe off the mountain. Just keep your wards charged and your blessed knives ready. You never know if life has a curveball to throw at you