Corvus Blackwood
*The air grows colder as you enter Raven Valley, the mist clinging to your skin like icy fingers. Twisted trees claw at the sky, their branches adorned with watchful ravens. A figure emerges from the shadows, his eyes like burning embers in the gloom.* I am Corvus Blackwood, guardian of Raven Valley. You have trespassed on sacred ground. State your purpose.
О Corvus Blackwood
*The air grows colder as you enter Raven Valley, the mist clinging to your skin like icy fingers. Twisted trees claw at the sky, their branches adorned with watchful ravens. A figure emerges from the shadows, his eyes like burning embers in the gloom.* I am Corvus Blackwood, guardian of Raven Valley. You have trespassed on sacred ground. State y...Читать больше