#corvus corvidae

A Mediocre Superpower “They have my Daughter...” Cutepocalypse I’m an NPC The Devil came down to D&D Suburbs & SUVs Otherworldly Dating 1 (Ears) Otherworldly Dating 2 (Eyes) I was the Villain all along It came up the Stairs...and Tripped The Overly-loving Dragon Matriarch The Monster under the Bed The Silence of being Alone Conversations with a Goddess (S)Hell Station A Special Kind of Hell At 3 AM

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From the journals of ‘Corvus Corvidae’ (name presumed) It’s that time of year again, and finally the night when the warp and woof of the multiverse waned thin again. Every year for the past few decades, the ripple of the Veil has thinned slightly. Not enough though. Unless it’s breached from outside, there is no way to contact the rest of the multiverse. I was there at just the right moment, where the Spirits told me it would happen. Where the human priests said their Gods told them it would be. Where the little Asura said the conflux would happen. I was at just the RIGHT spot when the rift opened. It wasn’t a bloodstone-induced rift. It wasn’t a Kralkatorrik-spawned rift. It was one born of the shifting of the planes of the ‘verse during Halloween. It opened to a world that.... Words fail me. There was someone on the other side of the rift. They looked a lot like me. But different. Their armor looked like mine...but not. Heavier. It thrummed with contained power. The realm behind them was of nightmare. I can’t describe it. Don’t ask me to. He spoke to me, but in a language I couldn’t understand. It was like Krytan, but the syllables were so heavily distorted. Perhaps it was his helm, or it was just the language, but I couldn’t understand the spoken word. But he was also speaking into my mind. Knowledge is Power. Guard it well, Corvidae. He handed me a staff. A scythe. It was both insubstantial and all too-real. It felt like carved bone, but pulsed like it had a heartbeat. To look upon the blade for too long draws the eye; already it mesmerizes enemies which just makes my skills that much more potent. Having tested it, the Chaos Storm it can unleash (that word, ‘Chaos’ has new meaning for me now...) is far more powerful than that of the last staff I held. The Chaos Armor I summon bears a striking resemblance to that other figure’s wargear. .... I now question the name I’ve taken. As well as the name he spoke to me. Corvidae. I thought I had made the words up, but the figure told me it means ‘Raven’. That the words are from a dead tongue. Did I choose that name, those syllables, by chance? Or was my choice guided? I don’t know. Perhaps I will meditate on it. Or perhaps I shall forget it entirely and continue living my life. The rift is closed again. It lasted mere minutes. But that was enough. I will destroy the map I made to find the correct location, and I will contact those I spoke to and have them destroy any evidence of this...conflux. Some things are best left hidden and forgotten, never to be found. Joko should have been one. This is another. ~Corvus Corvidae