Rise of The Order 1.1

The Matriarch stood, silhouetted by the moon, over a tall building overlooking the courtyard.  She wore the garb traditional to the Raven clan – black as the feathers born from her back.  Conforming leather from neck to foot with her talon like fingers and toes given wide birth to maneuver independently.  Her fingers and toes were the color and edge of obsidian and her dark hair was cut close to her face, framing the delicate features of a creature that was so rarely described as such.  Not a soul would see her descend this night.  None, that is, but the ones she chose.  The gates beyond…

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