The Kindred of Ravenswood
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lonely crow sits at the top of the tree - Lord of all he surveys.
His black and
watchful eyes seek to find friends to join him in his solitude.
Memory is all
he carries now, which has the power to hurt and to heal -
But alas,
never the power to change.
His
course he flew - to bring him here, a crooked and wandering way.
He touched
many lives - but few did he love.
There is a
moment of wonder, followed by pain and doubt -
Is it worth
it, to seek, to learn, to know too much?
The
number of those he loves is small, fewer still are those he
trusts.
Loyalty and
troth are seldom found in this life.
Many are the
days born grim and sunless, and yet the sun returns.
Oftimes hard
and cold as iron must the warrior vitki be.
The
tasks the Gods have set before him are severe and unyeilding.
To tread the
path of enchantment and bring forth new knowledge.
To know well
his own heart, while admitting none who are not true.
To live a
life of honor, even if no one shares it.
by Gunther Hrafngrim
The Kindred of Ravenswood
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