The Brotherhood of Bones is not merely an outfit — it is a mark of having faced death itself.
This dark vestment can only be claimed by those who defeat Lord Crow, the Great Shadow Lord of Ravenor. A being whispered about in fear, he rarely manifests upon the lands. When he does, the skies dim, the winds grow cold, and the soil itself feels corrupted by his presence.
Lord Crow does not roam — he invades.
Few have seen him.
Fewer have survived him.
Those who bring him down earn more than victory. They inherit the mantle of the Brotherhood — robes of shadow, symbols of bone, and weapons forged in the image of death itself.
To wear this outfit is to declare that you stood before the Great Lord of Shadows and prevailed.
Not by luck.
Not by chance.
But by power.
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