As the very name suggests, it is something that resembles and, yet nevertheless it is not a human. Such is also the case of a mysterious creature that has the gift of transforming into a raven...a raven that has been living and flying since a very old and dark age, that no one knows exactly. The name of this unusual individual is North Raven and it is said that he lives forever. His mansion is loc
ated somewhere in the North of the ancient Dacia, near the cold mountains, a quiet place that he loved since his early years. Among his activities, someone close to him once said that he likes to read and draw, enjoying good wines and taking late long baths on rainy nights, at the light of candles. He managed to observe and spy many people and witness dozens of scenes along his way, scenes that he saved in his journal and has chosen to share them now. The journal is split into 2 parts: contemporary and past times. Some legends relate the fact that he knew about the existence of some witches, mages, and even vampires and considering his works, those legends seem to be right. A thing is certain, though...as he was once heard at a courtyard private party, declaring that: "A feminine presence is a presence I prefer more to immortalize...because I'm confident that it can lift up the beauty of the whole image." Another passion of his, as a flying bird, is to travel and discover places, as a very old note of him is stating: "During my many travels I have seen countless extraordinary places - the primeval wilds of Jotunheimr, with trees so high their tips disappear in the clouds, dwarven chambers carved into the guts of the mountains, with walls plated in pure gold, the ice palace of Nilfheim, adorned with stained-frost windows - yet none of these made such an impression on me as did the rightly famed homeland of mine, the mountainous region of Moldavia." This is a brief story of his long life, dear readers...the life of North Raven. His journey continues nowadays, as he enjoys these modern times, and if someday this raven won't exist anymore, he'll always live through his published journal and his captures...
(unknown narrator)