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BLOODLESS · Lastless
It came at night. It was a bird. A Crow. But it wasn't like the other crows from the farm. It was big. It was all bone and claw, but bulky, as if it had something hidden beneath it's ample black robes. It cackled at me. But I was not afraid. There was nothing to be afraid of. It was the GLOOMIN. The Conjure Guard Warlocks had said that something was coming, but I didn't really understand. Sure, I listen to them, but sometimes they talk in circles and they always seem to be talking up drama in the camp. Still... they were right. Something was coming.