Ridgefire: The Mount Winter Series
Jan 19 - Mar 22, 2026
Current Holder
Juan Martinez
Cairn Voice
Ancient Cairn of Accumulated Truths
Never Settles, Always Proclaiming
Aspects refreshed Jan 26, 2026
The Cairn Voice emerged during the season when both traditions nearly broke apart in dispute over whose recognition held greater weight. As the conflict peaked, every trail marker across the Rockies simultaneously resonated with accumulated truth—thousands of stones placed by worthy hands speaking as one to remind both dragons and keepers that all genuine achievement deserves to be declared, regardless of which path earned it.
The Cairn Voice manifests as a towering stack of stones drawn from both Sunset granite and Farmington ridge rock, each stone representing a proclamation of worthiness spoken across the season. When recognition is earned, it emits visible sound waves in alpenglow gold and copper that ripple across the mountain range, ensuring both Court and Aerie hear the declaration simultaneously. With each proclamation, a new stone materializes and adds itself to the growing structure, creating a physical record of the season's remembered achievements.
Acts as the mountain's official herald, translating accumulated worthiness into proclamations that bind both dragons and wyrms to recognize achievement, ensuring no path to earned scales is diminished by the existence of another across all sixteen trials.
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Forged from the squabbles of two ancient traditions, the Cairn Voice was born with a single, petty purpose: to be heard. It doesn't care if your worthiness came from a wyrm's ridge or a keeper's trail—it just wants to shout about it. This stack of stolen stones is the mountain's most dramatic gossip, broadcasting every achievement in ripples of obnoxious, undeniable light. It's less an artifact, more a monument to competitive pettiness that grew a voice.
Juan Martinez, fresh off a solid round, felt the weight of the 17th tag settle in his palm. The stones, still warm from the forge, didn't whisper. They projected. A low hum vibrated up his arm, a preview of the obnoxious, golden light show it would unleash for every future birdie. The Cairn Voice had found its first amplifier. The mountains would never know peace again.