I saw the silhouette of what I thought to be a frail woman on an awkward gait, but the light of the torch revealed something else. I thrust the torch in front of me and waited for my eyes to adjust to the tunnel of darkness ahead of me. What vile creature would live where all things are dead?ĭeeper into the lair, I heard it first- an unsteady shuffling, followed by a heaving, unforgettable stench. I had heard that Forsworn revere and protect these Hagravens, and all around were their small, crude trinkets and alters to these witches on which sat dull, empty soul gems. The stomach of an average man would turn at the cruelty set before me- I first saw the thatch and bone, the human skulls, the dead goat heads mounted on pikes, filthy animal pelts, loose entrails, and feathers matted in blood. With sword and shield at the ready, for I must see this creature and I must slay it. This tale has brought me to the Reach, where this witch they call a Hagraven makes it home. Shortly after, a witch of half woman and half bird had been sighted deep in the mountains, and as the sightings increased the young women began to disappear. They say she fled into the Reach and never reappeared, and justly so because they say the devilry of her magic had grown stronger with each new day.
I have heard a tale most bizarre- a beautiful young woman cast out of town by the thrown stones of accusers for giving in to the dark arts.
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