The wind itself whispers their name – *Corvus ruber*, the Crimson Chough. Not merely a bird, but a living echo of the Peakstone Mountains, a creature woven from granite and sorrow. For centuries, they have been the custodians of the Whispering Cairns, a network of standing stones that pulse with a subtle, almost unbearable energy. Their existence is a paradox – beautiful and brutal, ancient and utterly unknowable.
Legend speaks of a time before time, when the mountains themselves were still molten. It was during the cooling, the agonizing contraction of the earth, that the choughs were born. Not from egg, but from the solidified obsidian veins that ran through the heart of Peakstone. The miners, long since vanished, believed the choughs were fragments of the mountain's soul, animated by the lingering heat. They called them ‘Stone-Hearts’, and left offerings of polished shale and fragments of quartz.
The most consistent theory, one whispered by the surviving scholars of the Order of the Silent Watch, is that the choughs are directly linked to the geomantic ley lines that crisscross the mountains. They act as resonators, amplifying and focusing the earth's energy. This explains their strange behaviour – the sudden, violent shifts in direction, the almost imperceptible hovering above the cairns, the haunting calls that seem to unravel the fabric of reality.
The Whispering Cairns are not simply piles of stone. Each stone, individually, is unremarkable. But when aligned, as they invariably are, they create a complex resonant field. The choughs understand this intimately. They circle the cairns in intricate patterns, modulating their calls to maintain the balance. Disrupt this balance – by introducing foreign materials, by altering the alignment – and you invite… consequences. Not merely weather, but temporal anomalies, echoes of forgotten ages.
The choughs exhibit a range of behaviours that defy conventional understanding. Here's a catalogue, compiled over generations by the Order:
Ancient texts speak of a ‘Crimson Bloom’, a catastrophic event where the choughs will either ascend to a higher plane of existence or, conversely, be consumed by the mountain’s rage. The precise nature of this event is shrouded in ambiguity, but the Order believes it is linked to the alignment of the cairns and a rare celestial conjunction – a moment when the stars themselves seem to weep crimson light.
The Order’s mission is to maintain the balance, to ensure the Stone-Song continues to resonate, and to prepare for the Crimson Bloom – a fate they both dread and await.