[badend]With the town in shambles, you hide in shady alleyways, trying to avoid any conflict.[b]One night, you notice a headless raven, perched on some rubble.[b]In an instant, your dagger is in your hand.[b]The bird lands on your shoulder and you can feel it is somehow burrowing its conciousness into yours.[b]Though fully concious, you have absolutely no control over your actions.[b]Fog billows out from the dagger and envelopes you in an impenetrable veil.[b]You spend the next twenty years travelling from city to city, assassinating members of royalty, absorbing their essence.[b]Then, with your body becoming too old and tired for the raven's liking, you are forced to turn the dagger on yourself, and crumble into ash.[end]