A slow smiled crept across the Necromancers face, a statue of calm in the swirling maelstrom of blood and screams their little gathering had become. Silas roared, finally ripping himself from the spear with a crack of wood and bone as the head remained buried within him. He lurched forwards as...
Caspian watched the opening slaughter with a slight smirk on his titled head, as if he was but a passive observer. The gathering held a brief pregnant pause of confusion, the discomfort hanging in the air as minds reeled at what they saw, before the snap of the crossbow bolt sank into one of the...
Something was wrong.
The thought played through Caspian's mind as he allowed the pompous man to prattle on his speech of dangers that the gathering faced. He arrived beside the lone individual he had walked to earlier, the scrawny man barely filling out the rags that clung from his body, a...
The crows above the figure cawed loudly, fractious as he paused his advance to tilt his head upwards to the pines. An errant few seemed to tussle in a tree, Caspian's head tilting slowly to the side as golden eyes stared upwards. Before long he saw a sparrow hounded by the corvids, driven high...
A Feast of Crows
A feast. This was the unspoken promise between the figure and the flock of crows that followed him through the forest, circling high above the pines in languid patterns. He would provide the carrion, and they would circle above and act as his eyes. He had long since become...
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