I Rage with Sorrow
The dirge of ages spills from my mouth, the rage filling me with the call of my...
The dirge of ages spills from my mouth, the rage filling me with the call of my...
Action, Barbarian, Combat, Dirge, Player, Scene request, Spirit
I step forward, hand placed over my diaphragm—over the well of sorrow that fills with...
Long strips of leather hang from a chain of short metal rods, bendable in many places....
Aarakocra, Accessibility, Beast, Dragon, Equipment, Item, Mount, Ravenfolk
The frantic cawing of corvids can be heard over a careening noise of indistinguishable...
Wind and waves drive themselves against a passionless face of rock. On this day the waves...
Soft, long chords of ceremonial music float on the air from some distant place. The sky...
This birdlike person has a long, triangular beak of dull black; sleek, black feathers;...
A crow-kin male—feathers as pale as fresh snow—absently fiddles with his beaded...
The creature is humanoid, hopping about on two spindly, digitigrade legs, but its dark...
You become aware of the slight, silent figure perched on the highest part of the clock...