Richard the Cockerel

It all started with a quest post on the job wall at The Golden Eye Ravens Adventuring Guild:

A simple trip to Tairntook Village. A lost hero among a flock of chickens. Magnus Chadbourne—legendary warrior, presumed dead, now believed to be... one of them.

The party expected feathers. Maybe some clucking. Certainly not what they actually found:

Yes, there were chickens.
Yes, there was a flock.

But Magnus? Magnus wasn’t just a chicken.
He was a giant, raging cockatrice—crowned, clawed, and lording over his feathered disciples like a barnyard demigod.

Oh, and the villagers? Full-blown cultists. Robes, chants, pecking rituals—the works.

What the cluck, indeed.

So, how do we get Richard the Cockerel?

After a harrowing fight against Magnus the Cockatrice—and getting him back to normal—the guild found themselves still surrounded by chickens and odd pieces of loot.

Jake picked up a shiny pendant with a chicken engraved on it—a flat, round stone set in a simple metal bezel. He rubbed his finger over it, and suddenly, he could understand chickens... and, well, most fowl.

Jake stood there in the middle of Tairntook as his guildmates looked at him.

"Bac Bwah! Bach bach bach Bach!!! Bach!"

They stared at him, wide-eyed, as the chickens began to cluck—and he heard hundreds of voices.

One voice among the many clucks stood out.

"I am Richard the Cockerel. First of the Roost. Slayer of Worms. Betrayer of Feeders. And now... you will be mine."

The voice was dignified and refined, spoken with an almost regal elegance.

"Come now, warrior man. Pick me up," Richard continued.

"My name is Jake," Jake declared—which, to everyone else, just sounded like, "Cluck Bach Cluck Jake."

"Carry me, peasant!" Richard clucked..

Richard now happily resides with Jake B. Ironhart in the guild Holy Fire Forge on one of the islands known as The Twins in the coastal city of Crystaltide.