They were to journey forth into the unknown world, past the boundaries of Corvus lands that their forefathers had claimed and guarded for hundreds of years, they were to find lands of their own, and with their lands, new blood to sustain their futures and create their own legacies.

Of the four brothers, three are decided; one sure of his place, one envious and willing to go to any length to usurp the other, the third certain of right and wrong and willing to stand beside the chosen one...but as for the fourth, where does he belong in all of this? Whose side does the fool choose? Only time will tell.

As for the ivory goddess, the epitome of beauty, what part must she play? The faint nudging of new life, changing, growing in her swollen womb...will her lies protect them? The truth may be fatal to them.

The battles that may rage will be fierce and terrible to witness, for nothing is such a crime against Nature than the pitting of brother against brother, kin against kin. There is no justice in this. There is no honor. There is only death.

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