Raven
- Speed
- 30 ft
Base attributes
- Charisma
- 8
- Constitution
- 14
- Dexterity
- 22
- Intelligence
- 10
- Strength
- 9
- Wisdom
- 9
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- The raven tilts its head, affixing you with a single beady eye. "What is wrrrrit, is wrrrrit no more, for wind
- The raven ignores the question, only echoing its last word. "Butcherrr."
- Your aim is true, and the stone hits the bird's skull with a sharp crack. The raven falls from its perch with
- You notice a huge black bird sitting still on a high fence by the exit, as if waiting for you. It's a raven —
- The raven tilts his head and looks at you with his glinting black eye. "The gates barrr the entrrrance to the
- "The Four Horrrsemen of Apocalypse. The rrulerrrs of Abaddon, arrrch-daemons, harbingerrrs of death and destrr
- "Worrrms wriggling in the mud. Nothing concerns you but yourrrselves. You deserve contempt, nothing morrre."
- "What have these miserrrable fools done that they must pay with theirrr lives?" The raven gives a ragged caw,
- "I had no doubts about that, . I'll meet you in the sanctuarrry."
- "Once my masterrr barred the Valley frrrom the outerr worrrld and the lesser rrraces — such as yours. Thus, my
- "My masterrr knowledge and powerrrr are grreat… the Oculus of Abaddon has grrranted him even greaterrr power!
- The raven regards you for a moment. Finally, it flaps its wings and without a sound, takes flight. Moments lat
- "What's the point of your false pity forrr these fools who you allowed to live?" The raven gives a sharp caw,
- "I'm the eyes and the ears of my masterrr! Everything I see or hearrr, he sees and hearrrs as well. All we spe
- The familiar black bird flaps his wings and caws at you. "I've got a message forrr you, ."
- The raven makes a rattling caw. "Nothing to see, nothing to see… the storms have scourrred it away… just as my
- The raven bursts into loud cawing that sounds like laughter. "Forrr my master had not given you leave, . Heed
- The raven ignores the question, only echoing its last word. "Hypocrrrite."
- "Insolence! Keep clinging to yourrr pitiful beliefs that yourrr deeds matterrr. When you finally accept yourrr
- After you give your name, a large raven who'd been sitting on the fence nearby takes wing and flies away, cawi
- "Only that the people of this dusty village were thieves. Thieves and bandits who didn't rrrespect the law and
- "When my masterrr comes, therrre will be nothing left of you or your lands… no trace of the lesserrr races, on
- The raven gives a rattling caw. "Pathetic crrreaturrre! How darrre you starre at the crrreation of yourrr mast
- "Why are you herrre? Are you one of the thieves that lived in this miserrrable settlement?"
- "Miserrrable hyprocrrrites. You seek to justify yourrr actions?" The raven gives a series of caws, as if laugh
- As you are about to leave, you hear a cracked voice. "Hypocrrrite!"
- "The delight you take in your prrride! At least you are honest, although in the end, you're just like the rest
- "Go to the Valley of the Dead. Pass the gates and face the challenges that await. If you surrrvive, my masterr
- The raven bristles, its wings fluttering. "You would do well to heed my worrrds, thrall — as would all of you
- "Maegarrr Varrn and his minions werrre impostorrrs without rrrrights and honorrr. Soon the Empirrre of Vorrdak
- "You have a choice — find three incense burrrners, hidden in the tombs of trrraitorrs, who imprrrisoned my mas
- "Yes, and it was well-deserrrved punishment. One who dwelled in that town stole what was not his to possess. H
- As you are about to leave, you hear a cracked voice. "Butcherrr."
- The raven tilts its head forward, its tiny black eyes drilling into you. ". I'll remember your name, ."
- "A merrre touch of my masterrrr's power… he commands arrrrmies, slaves, servants, shapes mountains to his will
- The stone misses the raven. With rattling caws, the raven takes to the air and flies away. In moments, it is n
- "Liarrr. This settlement was full of thieves — they paid for their crrrimes. Now only a single one rrremains —
- Hearing your name, a black raven who'd been perched nearby and listening intently flies off, cawing coarsely.
- "You?" The raven gives a short, barking caw. "What arrrogance! What pride! You, thrall? Do not follow one crim