The Melford Four
The Raven. This name has spread like a wildfire across the lands of Dragolin. At first, whispers of an un-named mercenary began to form in the shadowy corners of smoke-filled taverns, on the bustling city streets and eventually into the ears of those you would take care to avoid. As the whispers began to condense and take form, unlawful organisations began to worry that their position in the world would become threatened. The Raven’s forces began to swell and rumours spread that he now desired more than petty revenge or riches. Like the roots of a great tree, the Raven had spread probing tendrils throughout the Princedoms and reaped the resources that they held. Nobody knows the true nature of the Raven’s origins, but it is said that those who have dared to peer behind the obsidian beak and feathers of deepest night have found themselves trapped within a fate far worse than any death could offer.