Nevermore! All who hear the rapping, Gentle tapping, tapping at their chamber door. Will find her Raven simply sitting high atop the crested door. Look not now upon the lady, never caring, sending ravens, to consume the weak and poor. The Ravens is now upon thee, all consuming, flock of birds circling, death ensnaring, evermore.

Bound to her raven companion Nevermore, Raveness commands the flow of battle through quiet torment and calculated control. Her victories unfold slowly and deliberately, like a shadow spreading across the field, inevitable and inescapable.

Her raven, Nevermore, soars through the fray, siphoning health and resources from her foes and returning them to her hand. Those cursed by her Hex find their fortune darkened, with their sixes silenced and their turns weakened. She wins not through brute force, but through elegant decay, and those who challenge her often wither beneath the shadow of her wings.