Ridgefire: The Mount Winter Series
Jan 19 - Mar 22, 2026
Current Holder
Brad Benfield
Sanctum Lens
Granite and Glass Memory Forger
Blinded by Mediocrity's Transparency
Aspects refreshed Jan 22, 2026
When the first dragons took their granite thrones and frontier aeries, they found mortal deeds too small and scattered to judge fairly—worthy acts lost among forgettable attempts. From the convergence of Court crystal and Aerie glass, they forged the Sanctum Lens, an instrument of sacred observation that magnifies the exceptional while rendering the mediocre transparent, ensuring no true achievement goes unseen across either tradition.
The Sanctum Lens manifests as a crystalline prism where Court granite facets meet Aerie glass in seamless fusion, refracting light into both golden alpenglow and warm pastoral clarity. When directed toward worthy achievement, it magnifies the deed until dragons across both traditions can witness it clearly; when focused on forgettable performance, it renders the act transparent, allowing dragon eyes to see through to what truly matters. The Lens pulses with increasing luminosity as exceptional deeds accumulate, growing brighter across the sixteen trials until it blazes with recognition that cannot be ignored.
The Sanctum Lens serves as the sacred instrument that focuses dragon attention on what deserves remembrance while filtering away the noise of the forgettable, ensuring clarity of judgment across all trials in both Court and Aerie traditions.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Forged from the convergence of Court crystal and Aerie glass, the Sanctum Lens was a dragon’s solution to a very mortal problem: boredom. Its purpose was sacred observation, but its attitude is pure, petty impatience. It magnifies the exceptional with a grudging glow, and renders the mediocre utterly transparent—because if you’re going to waste a dragon’s time, at least have the decency to be invisible while you do it. It now waits, cold and judgmental, for a player worthy of its crystalline scorn.
The Sanctum Lens, Tag #16, had grown accustomed to rendering mediocrity transparent. Then it caught Brad Benfield’s drive on the mountain’s signature hole—a perfect hyzer that carved granite and kissed chains. For the first time in eons, the crystal didn’t turn clear out of boredom. It glowed, a single, grudging pulse of alpenglow. Finally, it seemed to sigh into the mountain air. Something worth magnifying.