|The Raven's Talon||345||345||431||Evermore: Chance for bonus damage against Campaigns; Extra damage for each additional Raven item equipped||Guild Shop|
|The Raven's Wing||345||345||431||Evermore: Chance for bonus damage against Campaigns; Extra damage for each additional Raven item equipped||Guild Shop|
|The Raven's Helm||345||345||431||Evermore: Chance for bonus damage against Campaigns; Extra damage for each additional Raven item equipped||Guild Shop|
|The Raven's Breastplate||345||345||431||Guild Shop|
|The Raven's Gauntlet||345||345||431||Guild Shop|
|The Raven's Poleyn||345||345||431||Guild Shop|
|The Raven's Boots||345||345||431||Guild Shop|
|The Raven's Band||345||345||431||Guild Shop|
|The Raven's Steed||455||455||569||Nevermore: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage against Campaigns; Increases Honor by 20||Guild Shop|
|Ravenguard|| 12 Generals: 2 Strength, 2 Agility, 2 Intellect, 2 Wisdom, 2 Special (Attribute), 2 Any|
30 Troops: 5 Strength, 5 Agility, 5 Intellect, 5 Wisdom, 5 Special (Attribute), 5 Any
Power Bonus: 200%, +400% vs Campaigns
|Daneela of the Unkindness||400||300||475||Unkind Revenge: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage against Campaigns; Chance to summon a Raven; Chance to send a Raven to attack for bonus damage; Adds 80% Legion Power vs Campaigns in Ravenguard II||Guild Shop|
|Raven Warrior||120||100||145||Raven Warrior's Attack and Defense increase by 1 for each Raven Warrior in the legion; Increases Player's Attack and Defense by 60 against Campaigns||Guild Shop|
Full Set Bonus
|Raid Attack Value: 4018.75|
|Duel Power: 2760|
|1. Plargin moaned. His nightmare dissipated, banishing half-glimpsed horrors that were already fading into blessed unconsciousness. But the perturbing dream left agony in its wake. The back of his skull ached as though it had been split open by a watchman's club, or bashed against the edge of a sturdy table during a drunken tumble. Neither would have been a new experience or entirely unexpected. He probed his throbbing brain, trying to remember which of the two might have occurred. No epiphany tottered out of the pain.
He opened his eyes and raised his hand to clasp his injured head in the same instant. But something hard and cold clasped his wrist. Chains rattled. And there was only darkness.
|2. His wits didn't desert him. He'd regained consciousness in plenty of strange places during his time. Gutters, unfamiliar (sometimes unwelcome) beds, forests, and dungeons had all greeted his waking eyes. So he didn't cry out or try to break free. He'd seen other men do that kind of foolish thing -- screaming or begging for release, as if whoever had locked them up might have a sudden change of heart and set them loose. All it ever did was alert the nearest guards.
Plargin controlled his breathing, willing his body to relax, and got the feel of his shackles while his eyes adjusted to the enveloping gloom.
|3. He understood darkness, like all men who made their living in the shadows. This wasn't the pitch black of an underground cell. His vision began to penetrate its depths. Hints of clouded moonlight painted old, worn stone with a faint and silvery brush. Wafts of cool air stroked Plargin's cheek. A tower... He was in the tower of an old, ruined fastness.
This revelation raised a slew of unpleasant questions and sinister possibilities. He examined his bonds, searching for a weakness. If they were as ancient as the stone...
|4. "Don't waste your strength," a woman's voice said. It drifted like the wind, soft and chill. "The manacles won't yield."
Plargin's breath caught in his throat. The shadows were moving, coalescing. Something emerged from their deepest recesses. And the shifting clouds unveiled the moon in the same moment, scattering cold light on a terrible monstrosity -- illuminating it in all its dark and horrid glory. He tried to scream. But only a smothered rasp came out.
|5. His mind rallied, making sense of the horrific apparition. It wasn't a monster... The grotesque visage, the cruel beak that looked poised to rend his flesh, was metal. A mask. Relief unknotted his stomach. His captress was a person. And people could be reasoned with.
"Listen," he said, "I don't know who you're working for, but I can pay-"
"Gold... Men like you weigh lives against coins. That's what brought you here."
The voice was heavy and ephemeral, a whispering mist that bore nocturnal mysteries in its tendrils. Plargin shuddered. He mouthed the words of a prayer.
|6. "Whoever you think I am, you've got the wrong man! I swear on my mother's eyes! I'm just a-"
"You don't remember. No... Why would you remember one misdeed, one act of wickedness among all the others?"
"I'm just a hunter! I sell pelts in Ralmarthan! Go to the marketplace there, ask anyone. They'll tell you."
She walked towards him. A shaft of moonlight glinted on the metal beak. Then the clouds moved once more, and darkness fell.
|7. "There was a woman..." Her words wove their way from the shadows, so close that each syllable was an icy finger brushing against his skin. "A knight. She rode across the land, serving its people and aiding those in peril. Her order praised her above all others. It was said that she'd become its grandmistress in time. But one of her brothers-in-arms grew jealous..."
The blood drained from Plargin's face.
"He ignored his oaths," she continued, "cast aside his duties to god and fellowship. Because ambition ate his heart. He wanted to be rid of the woman, but he didn't dare do the deed himself. So he hired mercenaries. They were cowards, just like him. Even with all their men and blades they wouldn't face her in honorable battle. They lured her into a trap, pretending that a young boy was in danger. And when she went to the lad's aid, they seized her."
|8. "Her rival was a cruel man, for all his fine words of honor and piety. His gold had bought her a slow death. She was bound at the top of a hill, where no one would find her. They sliced her flesh with daggers and left her for the vultures."
"It wasn't me! I swear it! I-"
"You laughed when they fastened her wrists to the stakes..."
"I was just there to show them the place. I didn't touch her! It was the others. Just let me go and I'll tell you where you can find them. I'll-"
"The unkindness already found them. You're the only one left..."
|9. "The vultures came for the knight, even though she still drew breath. They were greedy and eager for their meal. But when they swooped, the unkindness came. With their black wings and clever eyes. They saved her -- as they've saved others before, and will save more yet to come."
The moon pierced the clouds, casting its sliver light across the ancient stone walls. Plargin squealed. Dozens of shining eyes stared at him from black avian faces. Ravens...
"You left me for the vultures. And now I leave you to the unkindness."
The woman flitted away. A hundred wings rustled. And Plargin screamed.
The ability is a reference Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven."