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Folklore
Everyone knows in the olden days, a prince or princess had to be careful. If you were too haughty or too witty or too lovely, you might be stolen away on a misty winter's night to come to the Court of the Raven King, to dance among the snow-clad roses and feast of the tables of the Mistyholt.
In all the patchwork lands of the Tapestry, there were stories of him: the Raven King, the Corby Man, Black of Feather, Maid-Taker, the Mist-Cloaked, the Minstrel of Crows, Youth-Snatcher, the Blackthorne Lord. Clad in a cloak of coiling mists, with his Blackthorne Stave in hand and a raven upon his shoulder, the lovely Lord of Mistyholt came.
Entire traditions within the cultures of the Tapestry came about because of him: the Aubenwrathi forbade their children to leave their homes without the veils and scarves they are known for, lest he see their beauty. Villages in Beldenshire are surrounded in whitethorne hedges, known to keep mists and the power of blackthorne out. Midwives in Sargeras mark the faces of newborns with a tiny knife, to mar the perfect beauty of a newborn, just as the tribesmen of Yranmure all tattoo the faces of the newly-initiated twelve-year-olds of their tribes to aver his gaze. Maidens who think too much of their own beauty find their mirrors stolen from their rooms and left outside the house door in winter, their glass smeared with raven's blood, to ward away the Raven King and to warn the young girl of the dangers of her pride.
Bright shining eyes
Where the raven flies
When parts the mist
All winter-kissed
A son or daughter dies!
- A Midwife's Wisdom from Aubenwrath
Round spins the pretty lass, pretty lass, pretty lass!
Long about the Winter-Mass, Winter-Mass, Winter-Mass!
Her song it calls the Corby Man, Corby Man, Corby Man!
And dancing fine he takes her hand, takes her hand, takes her hand!
Kissing brow he does not say, does not say, does not say!
When seek her kin she's gone away, gone away, gone away!
To Mistyholt behind the sky, behind the sky, behind the sky!
To sweetly dance and never die, never die, never die!
Raven's beauties laugh and sing, laugh and sing, laugh and sing!
But ne'er beyond the tower's ring, tower's ring, tower's ring!
Once the mists have grayed the day, grayed the day, grayed the day!
Little lass is borne away, borne away, borne away!
- A Child's Skipping Song from the Eastern Lands
Aspects
Skills
- Great: Lore (+4)
- Good: Rapport (+3), Stealth (+3)
- Fair: Deceit (+2), Resources (+2), Will (+2)
- Average: Fight (+1), Athletics (+1), Empathy (+1), Notice (+1)
Once-and-Future Raven King
Corby was once the Raven King. The legend of the Raven King is closely entwined with corvids of all kinds: ravens, crows, corbies, jackdaws, rooks and magpies. They are his true subjects, and he their true and only liege. It is said that he could speak freely with them, and they with him. His feathered subjects are found all over the Tapestry, and their cold black eyes watched for him, bringing him interesting whisperings every day at twilight: news of kingdoms and battles, the doings of mortals great and small, and most especially where the most beautiful youths and maidens might be found to be brought to his great hidden tower, Mistyholt.
In battle, the Raven King was known to have summoned great clouds of fierce ravens and birds, virtual storms of tearing beaks and talons.
His legend also speaks of a few noteworthy subjects: the thirteen Raven Knights, a murder of massive eagle-sized ravens who were his fiercest defenders; the Jackdaw Viziers, who gathered the lore the other birds brought to him and presented the most noteworthy; his Blackthorne Rooks, sanctified witchbirds who visited those old women called thorne-crones by the superstitious; and his Courtier Crows, beautiful jewel-breasted birds who acted as the boon companions of the children of his Stolen Court.
Eye for Beauty
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By Mists Unseen
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The Blackthorne Stave
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