[attr="class","chartltitle"]kasimir's timeline

[attr="class","chartl-item"]2001 kasimir burovski is born beneath a crimson sky.

[attr="class","chartl-item"]2004 he is three years old and he gains two new siblings. saskia. kyrstian. the names are engraved on his heart.

[attr="class","chartl-item"]2007 he is five years old, and wields a dagger in defence of his siblings for the first time. there is a stirring in his blood, a fire in his bones; five years old is obscenely early for a familiar to manifest, but kirjava is as protective as himself.

[attr="class","chartl-item"]2008 he is seven. his mother returns, late one night. his father is not by her side. he sees her eyes and knows, soul-deep, that this is the last time he will see her again. he is right

[attr="class","chartl-item"]2009 he is eight. he has no home, he and his two little siblings. he tries so very hard to look after them the way they deserve, but he is a child, still. he is not enough. their clothes grow threadbare, their cheeks grow hollow, their eyes tired, their bones brittle.

[attr="class","chartl-item"]2010 he is nine. winter arrives on silent feet, gathers his brother in her arms, and leaves. saskia is so small, so still, so quiet. he cannot lose her too. a deal is proposed: his servitude, for her safety. of course he accepts.

[attr="class","chartl-item"]2013 he is twelve. he bloodies his hands with lifeblood, condemns his soul for darkness. under his master's experienced hands, he is shaped in a tool, a blade, a weapon.

[attr="class","chartl-item"]2014 he is thirteen, and meets a boy with storm-silver for eyes and a thunderance in his soul. he has no idea how this will shape his future.

[attr="class","chartl-item"]2016 he is fifteen, and rebellion stirs like fire fanned with wind. under the cover of darkness, small things begin to go awry for the mafia.

[attr="class","chartl-item"]2018 he is seventeen. a string of mafia warehouses have been set ablaze. the underworld is up in uproar. he runs in the night with that same tempest-eyed boy, now grown into his ferocity and strength.

[attr="class","chartl-item"]2019 he is eighteen, he is reckless, he is too, too foolish. his master catches him and brings him to heel. what use is a weapon if it is not properly broken? he does not see the sky for three whole years.

[attr="class","chartl-item"]2022 present day. he is twenty-one, newly released out into the wide, wide world. his master tells him to hone himself. he joins a coven as ordered.

[attr="class","chartl-item"]( he is fire-born, fire-wreathed. his soul is burning bright. he will not be contained forever. )

[attr="class","questname"]the triple crowned ravens

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the triple crowned raven spirit is most often depicted as a trio of ravens: one with three eyes, one with three wings, and one with three legs — each with a golden crown atop their head. these three ravens are said to represent different attributes the spirit seeks, or different aspects of what it represents. in rare instances, it can be depicted as one entity, crowned in eyes and wreathed in shadow. seeing three ravens together is considered to be a symbol of their presence.[break][break]

texts vary on whether it is considered a spirit or a minor god; stories call them guardians. oral tradition say that they are the eyes and ears of the land itself, reflecting the hearts and fears of the humans who call to them. with the old stories dying out, the triple crowned raven is not well-known among summoners today and even less so among pages or priests. few worship it directly, though some still leave out offerings.[break][break]

the correct offering is a stick of ink, a ribbon of red, and a golden coin.[break][break]

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the three-eyed raven spirit sees all it sets to see, of past and present and future. one eye is is for insight, golden as the midday sun; one eye is for prophecy, silver as the moon; the centre eye is solid black and sees justice and injustice both, balanced before it for judgement. it hungers for knowledge, it seeks to learn — offer to it ink or song or story or word, and speak no untruth or it may take the truth from you.[break][break]

the three-winged raven spirit has traversed all the lands, in this realm and all those beyond. its wings are patterned with constellations from foreign skies, its feathers made of shadow and mist. it guides lost souls to their rest and broken souls to seek peace, travellers to where their hearts most desire, weary feet to their journey's end. follow its trail and you will end up where you need to be. offer to it white flowers, sprigs of heather, or ribbons of red — and be respectful but wary of its calls to follow, lest you find yourself far from home.[break][break]

the three-legged raven spirit takes from the unworthy, and targets the unjust. it delivers judgement, it delivers woe — its beak is tinted red with blood, and claws are dipped in crimson. in one foot it holds a sword of steel, in another it holds a heart. the third foot grips a golden coin from which it may divine innocence from evil, honour from oathbreak, nobility from guilt. it despises greed and laughs in the face of ego; it judges cruelty and will pay it back in equal measure. offer to it a golden coin, and endeavour to never catch its notice.[break][break]


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shrines to the triple crowned raven are rarely large; they seek not wealth nor grandiosity nor attention. a humble structure of wood and rope, enough for a shelter but open to the elements — tradition is to hang a bundle of raven feathers and a lantern by the door, carve eyes into the walls, and place a golden coin on the alter. tradition says that the shrine should stray away from established paths, should be surrounded by trees and stone and be beneath open sky. [break][break]

some say that the raven spirits need no shrine at all — simply offering beneath the wind and skies is enough to guide them to you.