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The chamber was lit by no sun, only the dim shimmer of shadowed feathers drifting in the air. Raven’s faithful knelt in a wide circle, cloaked in silence, eyes lifted to the obsidian dais where he appeared. His wings stretched outward, vast and jagged, blotting out the torchlight.

For the first time since his unbinding, he looked… satisfied.

“You came when I was bound,” he said, his voice rolling like thunder over broken stone. “You watched as I twisted the games of gods and liches alike. You bled, prayed, and offered me your laughter when the world denied me mine.”

He stepped forward, talons clicking against the stone. His eyes swept across them, merciless yet gleaming with something close to amusement.

“And now…” His beak curved into a cruel smile. “…the gambit is won.”

Deep beneath the molten veins of White Plume Mountain lay a chamber none had ever charted. A hollow carved not by mortal tools but by divine spite. Here, bound in chains of fire and bone, stood Raven—his wings pinned wide, his beak sealed by burning sigils.

He had laughed at first, mocking his captors. Keraptis and Acererak thought themselves clever, thought they had bound the Trickster God in their maze of traps and wards. For weeks Raven waited, whispering into dreams, tugging at the threads of fate.

But now… now the mountain trembled. Heroes stirred. Wards weakened. And Raven had grown tired of playing prisoner.

His eyes opened—black stars flaring in the dark.

“Your mountain,” he hissed into the stone itself, “is my cage no longer.”

Thog Skullsplitter bent low, his thick fingers trembling as he reached for the black feather lying in the dust where the mountain had been. The plume shimmered unnaturally, glowing faintly as if catching light that wasn’t there.

“Careful, Thog,” Cedric warned, his shield rising instinctively. “That reeks of power not meant for mortal hands.”

“When has that ever stopped him?” Tessa muttered.

The half-orc grinned with tusked defiance. “It is Raven’s gift. Whelm sings to me of loss—perhaps this feather sings of answers.”

He lifted it.

The group had searched for weeks, chasing rumors like smoke in the wind.

Theron Blackroot hurled a stone into the ravine, the clatter echoing like a jeer. “Nothing. No Raven. No sign. Just endless dirt and empty sky.”

“You’re frightening the poor rocks,” Tessa “Quickfingers” Vell teased, twirling a dagger. “What did they ever do to you? Unlike people, stones never lie.”

Theron’s eyes narrowed. “Give me a list of liars, thief. I’ll carve it into the next boulder I find.”

“Don’t tempt me,” she smirked.