The sick forest always makes you feel uneasy, tree roots like gnarled fingers poking through the ground and weeds choking the blackberry bushes. But this is different, it’s a vague feeling of dread pressing in all around you, every step feeling heavier and more cumbersome.
The Red King has started movements closer to the forest, drawing the Morrigu back. You haven’t seen them yet, but you keep seeing the oil slick flash of crow wings in the underbrush and hear the sharp crack of their caw behind you. The crows are always watching. Be careful.
Large, black tatted lace collar is directly attached to a delicate mesh cape. Embellished with silver spikes, chains, and crystals.