1. Leyik

    Open A Festival of Lights

    The raven only got to rest its laurels atop the woodshed for a few seconds before the thunk of a dart into the wood startled it into a flurry of feathers. It cawed in a circle as the red-robed man below stalked silently away. And it croak-cawed again with a hollow click in its throat as Hector...
  2. Leyik

    Open A Festival of Lights

    The sweet little memory stones hung like fat berries from strands around wrists and necks. Such a feast had been prepared for this festival! Fresh stones were piled high, brimming with potential, clustered together glistening in boxes and bowls. A mother's gentle hands cupped around her...
  3. Leyik

    Dare From Gods into the hands of thieves

    Oh, joyous day! At the sight of the half-chewed bone, the raven clicked and rumbled out its delight. It was the kind of call ravens only made when they thought no one but their own kin was listening to them, warm and echoing. Carefully, measuring the approach first with one eye then the other...
  4. Leyik

    Dare From Gods into the hands of thieves

    The ring, tossed in offering, glinted in the moonslight. With a whip of black feathers and a whirl of air, the raven descended from its roof tile throne. It twisted and dove to snatch the shiny thing before it fell. Rose up with draft from the alley, before hopping one-legged to a stop some ways...
  5. Leyik

    Dare From Gods into the hands of thieves

    A black-eyed raven rifled through the trash where the hand was discarded. Its wings fluttered dark against the grey night as it let out a startled squawk. The fright turned to curiosity as the bird settled back down. A few hops up the heap took it closer to the unwanted appendage. Its throat...
  6. Leyik

    Leyik the Raven

    "The knowledgeable folk of the Vayd woods liked to claim that ravens could fly freely between the waking and dreaming realms. That they were messengers of the Loch, who saw everything twice. This seemed to be true, at least in Leyik's case." Those who remember the old Master of Loch at...
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