The Dark Winds' Tale
Richard The Raven-Song
Vengeful Drifter - Master of the Swarm
It was dark. My father had taken me deep into the forest’s dark glades in search of herbs and roots. This was the first time that I had been out in the forest after dark. Before this my father always warned me against such foolishness. But sister was ill and so were many in the village, so we went out. Little did I know I would never again return to the village. I would spend the better part the next decade in these woods, with the Ravens and their keepers. But first. something much worse would befall me. We had just filled a sack to brimming with the roots of the hens tooth flower. Father had begun setting up a small fire near a glade and a tree with boughs that provided cover for our meager camp. We did not eat for we would be heading back to the village tomorrow and would eat along the way. We slept soundly that night, unknowing of the beasts that stalked us. They took us both in the night before we could offer so much as a shout. Bound and gagged the beasts drug us through the wood the ground growing steeper as the moon rose and then fell over our heads, When suddenly the beasts were attacked. Those that were dragging me fell along with many of their fellows. However a few were able to escape, and with them my father. The beasts attackers took me in. Not to nurture me, or return me to my village, but to train me. Train me to be like them. A warrior. A Monk. A Defender of the wood. And the beasts are back.