The Whispering Cairn

The Whispering Cairn is an ancient burial site created by an order of the Vaati, known as the (Wind Dukes of Aaqa) and located in the Cairn Hills, several miles outside Diamond Lake.

The region around Diamond Lake is littered with similar tombs honoring the warriors who fell at the ancient Battle of Pesh. The greatest of these tombs honored Icosiol, a Wind Duke slain by Miska the Wolf-Spider in the final cataclysmic conflict between Law and Chaos. Others contained Icosiol’s fallen servants and sub-chiefs, each with its own treasures and stories to tell. One of these smaller tombs held the corpse of Zosiel, a warrior prince who fell to a demon’s blow shortly before the Wandering Dukes employed the Rod of Law to banish Miska from the world. This is the Whispering Cairn.

In the several millennia since its construction, the Whispering Cairn has hosted countless visitors. They first made off with the most attainable of the tomb’s treasures, statuettes of peerless sculpt, platinum canisters of priceless incense, and a hundred harder to describe baubles of unquestionable value. No few explorers fell victim to the ingenious traps of the tomb’s chief architect, a noble Wind Duke named Nadroc.

Legend has it that most of the cairn was an elaborate ruse meant to distract from an even greater tomb, filled with even deadlier menaces, and invaluable treasures. Even thousands of years after its construction, some locals still believe the Whispering Cairn holds still un-plundered mysteries from the days of its creation.

The last notable expedition to the Whispering Cairn occurred nearly 30 years ago, led by an unscrupulous archeologist called Ulavant. The affair ended in tragedy, with all hands lost to Nadroc’s insidious traps, including a local youth named Alastor. These days, only footnotes in musty tomes in the library of Redmark record the fate of Ulavant’s band.


Today, the youth of Diamond Lake still hold the location of the Whispering Cairn like a rite of passage. Young people of Diamond Lake dare each other to spend a night within its depths, using the place as a test of mettle. These visits tapered off several ago, when a local girl vanished while sleeping in the cairn. But still the children come, to marvel at the tomb’s uncanny sounds and to carve their names upon its entry walls, their shaking hands etching proof of their courage upon the ancient stone.