Where Legends Gather - The Harbinger of Doom v0.1

Where Legends Gather
The Harbinger of Doom
v0.1
7.15.14

P-Dread | Q-Terrify | W-Drain | E-Dark Wind | R-Crowstorm

A set of tiny, emerald lights cuts through the darkness of the night,
It is a gaze that slices through the air and slashes easy as a scythe,
And in the gaze of the green haze, there is dread,
Dread that makes whimper the soul and steals the courage of a battle-ready soldier.
Avoid these dark and dreadful woods, their wicked, twisted paths,
Or run the risk of standing before the sickly sticks.

The tales you've heard are far from false.
The moaning, creaking, snapping woods are truly filled with evil things,
(Evil things (simply)) Not of this world.
A distant figure watches you, these emerald lights you've heard of.
When in its sights you feel that dread, that dread you've no doubt heard of.
These is a tap, tap, tap of sticks stepping on the thick roots, and the taps come slowly near you.
The dark figure looks and waits while the constant dread instills in you.
And a nearby crow calls:
Caw,
Caw,
Caw,
With eyes trained on your intently.
Avoid these dark winds that bounce and follow you around.