Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170804175219/@comment-24685738-20170805164503

"Stay down, Redcrash." A feminine voice yelled, aggressively. All around Taeris and Ollie, the Ravens were landing and staring at the only survivors of their entire army.

Then, the strangest thing happened. The Ravens began to morph, revealing naked men and women wearing hoods and long cloaks made of black feathers. Reachmen magic.

The nearest one, one of the pair who had dragged them out of the slaughter, was actually a very familiar face. Long dark hair braided with feathers and bronzed skin, bloodred smears of paint across her face, showing off bronze eyes.

She was not an especially attractive woman, but the litheness of her uncovered body and the hardened scars across her stomach marked her as a warrior.

The distinguishing feature was the tattoos that trailed up her neck, birds in flight. Tribal tattoos, it was really that that made her recognizable.

"Stay down, Redcrash, and we won't kill you." Maia said, staring the pair down coldly.