Online:Crafting Motifs 57, Chapter 8: Ebonshadow Helmets
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You want to be beautiful. Beautiful, and whispering. Whispering, and dark. Dark, and beautiful, an whispering - with claws, such claws. You shall be cold, and sharp, and dark. You will be Ebonshadow.
You cannot rest, you can never rest, so you might as well craft. Craft arms for Her will, craft armor for Her machinations
Your head is full of secrets. Dark omens. Her will, the cawing of crows. Your mind is slipping, floating, must keep it. Safe. A helmet, yes, craft a helmet. It binds the broken pieces of your consciousness. Let your mind know only Her. Her will. She will love those broken pieces. She still has uses for them.