Rising higher than all others, Mt. BlackFeather stands as the tallest mountain in the Province of Marrie Home Valleys, its peak forever crowned by wind and omen. The stone is dark, the air thin, and the silence heavy with watching eyes.
The mountain is not merely climbed — it is answered. Each step upward strips away pretense, leaving only intent and truth. Those unworthy feel the path turn against them.
High upon its slopes rests the village of the Hobbo Fellowship, built with reverence and restraint. Nothing stands in excess. Nothing is wasted. Every structure is raised as an offering rather than a claim.
At the summit waits The Throne of the Crow, carved at the highest point where earth and sky meet, untouched by vanity and unclaimed by conquest.
The Legend of the First Crow
Before stone was shaped and before the Fellowship had a name, the peak stood empty.
It is said that when the world was young, a single crow of ash-black feather climbed the winds to the summit of BlackFeather. No storm drove it there, nor hunger — only calling.
The crow settled upon the bare stone where the throne now stands and did not flee. For three days and three nights it remained, unmoving, as snow fell around it and melted at its feet. On the fourth dawn, the wind bowed, and the mountain fell silent.
When the crow finally took flight, the stone beneath it was marked — and those who came after found that the mountain remembered. From that mark, The Throne of the Crow was raised, not to command, but to witness.
The Fellowship teaches that the crow was not a beast, but a messenger, chosen to show that vigilance, patience, and silence are the highest forms of devotion.
Omens of BlackFeather
Crows circling the summit foretell change — the breaking of oaths or the forging of new ones.
A crow landing upon the Throne without fear is taken as divine acknowledgment.
Should no birds fly near the peak, it is said the mountain mourns.