The legend speaks of them as the first race upon the land to master both hugin (thought) and munin (memory), creating tools when the other races were only just starting to create language and perfecting weapons unlike the world has seen when cats first started to bang rocks together.
They say that the lords of the peaks paid a terrible price for their knowledge and craft however, and were forever cursed for ever having forsaken their true nature. Banished from the skies, they live only on the highest peaks in the bitter north, a constant reminder of what they had lost upon the peaks, but for practical purpose.
It is said they can spot a creature approaching at nearly two thousand paces, and can whisper death upon anything they see. A death that is so swiftly delivered, that even wolves have come to fear them. Unable to fight against the magics of the mountain lords, they no longer venture near the mountains of which the lords had claimed.
They are said to be carrion beasts, feasting on the flesh of the fallen whether it be rat, cat, wolf or tiger. One can never be truly sure if they are alone, as for every Raven you see, there are blades for nearly three.
Of course, few have seen a raven. Fewer still have lived to tell the tale, especially in these times. There are no ruins, no manuscripts nor single tattered cloth of which one could attribute to them. The fools that venture into the mountains in search could easily have been lost to the elements, as many do on less frivolous tasks, let alone the mythical denizens of the peaks.
One thing is certain however; of those that venture into the mountains of the far north, none return.
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(Things are a bit sloppy and probably unfinished, didn't know I needed a mod to review before the post was made -_-;;)
The logic and whatnot:
Ravens are considered to be one of the most intelligent birds, capable of creating and using tools to achieve a goal (Saw one vid in particular on youtube where a raven took out a metal wire and bent it into a hook so he could lift a plunger to get at a piece of meat).
The highly advanced tools also compliments their weakness, considering that bird bones are very low density and would break very easily, they would not make very effective hand to hand fighters.
Thus the "Whispered death" is often projectile weapons such as bows, or possibly even crossbows if that's not taking it a step too far.
The "Curse" of them leaving behind their feral nature (And forms) is that they can no longer fly. While anthropomorphic in appearance like the other races, their wings end in three articulated talons, and are a feathered hybrid between an arm and a wing. Capable of gliding or gaining some altitude by flapping, but unable to fly indefinitely.
These two elements play into their fighting style, which is very indirect. They prefer to prepare traps, then attack from afar, leading whatever survivors or wounded that follow to fall to the traps. They also prefer to attack at night, having no code of honor in regards to combat so much as cold calculated efficiency.
If forced to fight face to face, they will often gain altitude and use close range throwing weapons, such as axes, knives or stars, remaining out of reach as often as possible. They are not incapable of defending themselves however, and strike with knowledge rather than finesse or strength, specifically targeting weakpoints such as the eyes.
So what's with the rant?
Just something that came to mind. There are no avian races and I thought it would be a very curious niche' to have that sort of ancient-and-yet-advanced race that nearly every adventure story/movie seems to have
Must fix) and a raptor. User EdT got Konoko and a Striker guy (I have never played Oni, can someone explain what is happening) from Oni into Overgrowth. He has actually gotten the rigging process down better than I did, and I believe that that is why my otters break the game.
