The Whispering Cairn

Unlike the The Stirgenest Cairn, the Whispering Cairn isn’t so empty and harmless. Within a day’s ride north of Diamond Lake, this cairn lies near an iron mine that went dry about fifty years ago, its charter apparently elapsed when its owner, Ulgo Fant, died several years later. Situated thusly in a sort of no-man’s land, the cairn was all but forgotten, its yawning entrance overgrown with weeds and choked with collapsed debris. Rediscovered by a curious teenager a decade ago, the cairn has since been a sort of community secret held by Diamond Lake’s youth, who dare each other to disappear into its cyclopean entrance and spend the night as a test of mettle. These visits tapered off about six years ago, when a local girl vanished while sleeping in the cairn. Occasionally, when the wind is just right, haunting, almost magical tones emerge from the depths of the forlorn tomb.

Type

Dungeon