Ridgefire: The Mount Winter Series
Jan 19 - Mar 22, 2026
Current Holder
Edward White
Primeval Mark
Elder Dragon's Unforgettable Judgment Stone
Your Deeds Amuse the Granite
Aspects refreshed Jan 24, 2026
Before the Court formalized its granite thrones or the Aerie forged its first keeper bonds, the eldest mountain dragons possessed a singular power: to mark those whose deeds resonated with the stone itself. This Primeval Mark was not bestowed but earned through actions so profound that the mountains themselves could not forget, creating the original standard by which all later traditions would measure worthiness.
The Mark manifests as a physical token bearing patterns that shift between granite striations and dragon scale textures, never settling on purely one or the other. It grows imperceptibly heavier with each worthy deed across the sixteen trials, its weight a tangible measure of accumulated recognition. When multiple marked individuals gather, the tokens emit a low harmonic resonance audible only to those the mountains have chosen to remember, a frequency that predates language itself.
Serves as the ultimate arbitrator of who enters the permanent record of the mountains, existing above both Court judgment and Aerie partnership as the primordial standard both traditions unconsciously measure against.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #12 to #15 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Forged in the deep stone before the first wyrm-bond, the Primeval Mark remembers everything. It’s seen countless hands, judged countless deeds, and is frankly unimpressed. It currently weighs nothing, because no one has done anything worth remembering yet. It waits, a silent, judgmental slab of granite-scale fusion, ready to get heavier with someone else’s accomplishments. Get to work.
The Primeval Mark, Tag #12, lay inert in the booth. It had waited eons for a hand to claim it. Edward White's first drive of the season wasn't a thunderous wyrm-roar, but a clean, controlled hyzer that parked under the basket. The granite-scale surface shimmered, just once. Fine, it seemed to vibrate. A start. Let's see if you can make me remember you.