Blackfeather Woods and stole my heart away complete

astara started; relmyna brushed her daughter's cheek with a gentle kiss, a soft sound low in her throat. this was not a place to be feared; it was one that demanded reverence. the blood of meloniis pulsed in the nightcub, and the listener knew no spirit of this place would ever rear itself to harm her children.
stepping forward, the woman feathered a light tracing of her lips along the dome of the skull, touching it in a worshipful silence. whoever this had been, its magick had been known by the blackwinged birds above, and they had placed it here in their own rite, an eldritch comingling of the dark brotherhood and its corvid counterparts.