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« on: March 21, 2013, 10:43:35 am »
Corvus coughed up more ichor, wheezing and breathing heavily, before clutching his staff and looking up at Ruka.
He coughed some more, splattering ichor on the floor, gripping his staff hard. He finally mustered the strength to look up at Ruka, and wiped the ichor from his beak, his voice hoarse and tired.
"I was demonised by the Dwarf, as typical. A conqueror degrading his enemies as demons and warped spirits of chaos. The Dwarf has few allies, but much influence. I fear he will rule the world.
No, it is not the cause of my ails. It is a deeper, more ancient battle, one which you, my sons never saw. Aldemas, the Shade, has returned, as the Illuminator, and he is trying to assimilate me.
The only thing you may do is pray for me, and make no sacrifices, for he will gain power through it. I am weak enough.
He is winning, my son. I do not think I will live on.
So, I ask you one thing, Ruka. When I die, you will lead the Crowborn, and listen to Fatianna. You must guide Aur-Sha, Daughter of the Serpent, and fulfil my promises to her.
You are the heir to the Throne of Knowledge, should I die, and if you die...then bequeath it to Fatianna. She will know what to do.
I also bequeath to you the Staff of Crows, to be delivered to you upon my death or assimilation. Do what you will with it.
Knowledge must be preserved, if not for the misguided now, then the future who will believe the tragedy that is my existence.
Am I clear, my son?"