Korrik and Korrigan

In the roots of the mountains, in the scars of ravines, and the pits of seaside caves, the sturdy folk reside.

A lone boulder resolute against the waves lodged in the sand, watching out towards the horizon, contemplates its next move. At the foot of the stone sits a board of game pieces.

A slab or granite buried within the path of the mountain pass stares up towards the sky, a Korrigan dreaming of it's Korrik, wonders if he could ever find the words to describe his lover's wonder.

A stalactite hangs from its rock-bed spitting water against the walls so as to knock, luring miners deeper into the depths so that the stone can steal their food.

Contemplatives, poets, pranksters. The Korrik and the Korrigan are den of stone imbued with life. Either through holy waters perforating their bodies and granting them a soulful blood, or through containing within themselves a fossil of a long extinct creature that now beats like a heart from within. These beings of stone are walking monasteries that live and breathe. Each is born from the earth, at which point they are immediately split into two; a Korrik and a Korrigan. Two halves of a single being, best friends and better halves. To befriend a Korrik or Korrigan is the sign of your greatest of luck indeed, a seemingly brutish, but in reality romantic, group of fiercely loyal den.

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Interestingly these den do not require to consume food or water in order to maintain themselves, but they do still metabolise and will even have a negative mood if they haven't eaten. There is many a tale of a raging Korrik or Korrigan sweeping through the mountain paths looking for honey sweet mead, tender meats, and exquisite fruits. If you are a merchant travelling in these areas, be sure to give appropriate tribute. As for their age, just like the stone they are made from, these den are older than old, in fact they are as old as the lands themselves. So long as there is a piece if a Korrik or Korrigan, then they survive, though they may not be awake...

From "A folkloric-ethnography of the lands" by Lady Zelah Tremaine and Sir Edwin Hopper