Outside the Inn, a man can be seen gathering the dead. Since many of the elves are gone, it leaves friends and allies. The Obsidian Court, Roderick's men, the Dwarves. A cloud of crows circle over head to take the essence of the dead across the tapestry, to reenter the cycle of magic. Even now the b...

The feathered man opens up his leather sewn bag. Inside is is a factory of death and disease. Huge maggots with tipped black heads and sharp flesh slicing mouths wriggle around, as he drop a piece of meat into the bag. The lid closes and the outsides undulate likes worms beneath skin. The cold air b...

There is a storm of crows overhead, flying in circles like a ravinous hungry cloud. Wings and talons and the near constant cawing of the hungry animals. They circle over head flying in a single congealed mass. Two figures approach the the fire, writhed in shadow and flame. The first, an Avyana man, ...