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They call him Lord Aurelius Peckthorne, the silent sentinel of the upper deck. Draped in feathers the color of storm-worn ivory and gold, he stands motionless above the harbor rails, watching travelers arrive beneath lantern light and vanish again with the tide. Sailors whisper that he has remained there longer than the oldest captains can remember, never aging, never clucking, only observing with those unsettling amber eyes. Merchants offer respectful bows as they pass, while nervous deckhands swear they can hear the slow scrape of talons against the wood long after midnight. Some claim he once belonged to a forgotten admiral. Others insist he is no ordinary chicken at all, but a keeper of secrets carried across the sea by storms and bloodstained sails. Yet every night, when the fog swallows the harbor and the gulls fall silent, Lord Peckthorne shifts, ruffles his feathers and turns his gaze toward the black horizon… as though waiting for something ancient to finally return to roost.
- Lore written by @MuffinnCake