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When Raven was a child he firmly decided that he was destined to become a prince. Or a princess. But after having kissed about 217 frogs (give or take a few) he very nearly gave up. But then he realized that there were more to fairytales than kissing frogs. They were all about the struggle! All about the heroes journey. And his struggles through school surely confirmed his theories.
But nothing changed, and as time passed he grew more and more disgruntled. No longer could he relate to the beautiful heroes and heroines of the fairytales he so loved, but instead he felt a strange attraction to those on the other end of the scale. The evil stepmothers, wicked wizards, big bad wolves and so on.
Creating an elaborate outfit with a silver crown adorned with horns and a feathered collar, he began crafting his own perfect story. One where he was both the hero and the villain.

In what appeared to him as the perfect castle on the side of a mountain he gathered you all. Chained to the floor of a grand throne room, lined with skeletons and torches. When you awake the throne room is void of all other life, save for the silhouette sitting in the throne.
In the middle of the throne room with a roof you can't even see, stands a big, black cauldron. Oddly enough the smoke that rises from it seems to smell of peaches...