Raven's Kiss

Raven's Kiss has evolved into a genuine pursuit of political power amongst the shifting Houses. Outwardly, their goal is simply to be left alone and safe. Behind the scenes, of course, is a different story; moving in shadows, as is their nature, slowly accumulating power in order to assure the safety of the peoples they lead.

House Leader

Daciana von Cioara

House Members

Casimir von Drakken

Ewlon Helm

Skorgi

Rhys Morgan

Jata Raara

Kaveril Oru

Kaeso Civitas Lupus

How to contact us

NirAntae (nirantae#5934) on Discord is the best way currently.

Events

We host weekly gatherings, including court/meeting sessions and more 'fun' events such as hunts, competitions, tavern nights, etc.

Current Status

At present, Raven's Kiss has at least some degree of cooperation with most every Noble House in efforts to deal with the threat of the Imperium Saecularia.

Lore

As the Noble House of Kraestret, the Raven's Kiss calls the capital of Drokkburg home.

The House colors are blood red and silvery black.

Membership Target

All who call Kraestret home are welcome, in particular seeking to offer a refuge and home to those races that 'go bump in the night' - vampires, lycanthropes, etc. Actively and enthusiastically recruiting.

Gods

We owe our allegiance to Manea, goddess of the undead, ghosts, and other spirits of the night

Story

As the young human officer droned on, Daci actually looked bored. It took quite a lot to wear past the diminutive woman's carefully cultivated outer veneer of sweet, bright-eyed interest. Had the young man known her better, as some of those in the shadows of the hall did, he might have taken it for the warning it was. It wasn't as though such things weren't important; they just weren't important for her and the other upper echelon of the Raven's Kiss to hear about, especially in such detail. Eventually, she snapped, simply speaking over him. "Jacques, take him downstairs, please?" The young man looked more than a little confused, especially as several snickers echoed through the hall before a sharp glance from Daciana cut them off. After a moment's hesitation, though, he followed after the lumbering werewolf that served as a sort of chatelaine or butler for the immediate household.

"Vell then," she chirped once he was gone. "Vhat is next on de agenda?"

"Seems dinner's sorted, anyway," one of the shadows drawled.

Daci rolled her eyes with a smirk. "Vhat a disturbing lack of... imagination." Her lips quirked in a coy smile, but then sat up straight in her chair, shuffling the pages in front of her as they got down to the plans for the next major operation the House would be undertaking.