[center][h2]Carrion[/h2]
Zachary
Day 3, Morning[/center]

Dangling his feet over the edge of the ship Zachary looked down at Angel’s Landing below him. As the pathologist sat on the edge of Blackwing a warm breeze blew by him as he kicked his feet back and forth in the air. A gnarled Daggerpine staff sat across Zachary’s legs as he contemplated the drop.
 
Lifting a death mask from its place on his hip Crow placed the [img=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/4b/53/cc4b530d634e1ca0104e84ac923abb01.jpg]mask[/img] over his face. With it in place Crow kicked himself free of Blackwing and fell. The arms of his robes billowed in the wind. The dark robe was open at the wrists so it could be pushed back up over his forearms if he needed his hands clear for fighting. The rest of the robe was loose fitting up secured so as not to interfere with Crow’s movements. The whole affair had been a gift from Ralrisk as she had guessed correctly that he wouldn’t go out of his way to find a suitable set of clothing for the wedding. 

Crow’s satchel and skull were slung across his chest in their normal position. A belt full of pouches wrapped around his waist secreting away the tools of the Ghostwalker. Twisting away from the Tower as he fell Crow inhaled and closed his eyes. With a lurch Crow moved himself from the mortal realm to the realm of the dead shedding his mortal coil. Catching the edge of the ghostly version of the Tower Crow adjusted his fall; he hated crossing the Veil. Turning and looking to the right Crow could see the dots of power and the energy of the living welling up from the Tower. Two dark dots appeared in the Tower. One of them was a font of Dark energies that marked the Hand of Vulture. Crow shivered. Lazarus was someone he avoided regularly. The man was far too visceral to stand in proximity to. The other dot of dark power tugged at Crow’s soul as he brushed past the outside of the Tower.

[i]Akime[/i] 

Drawing lines down the underside of the eyes of his mask he peered into the mortal realm as he looked into the Tower. Akime was dangerous for him. Watching the dark fluid flow through her veins Crow shivered. Yishreenok could call in a marker for her at any time. Crow frowned at the faint silver trails that seemed to cling to her shadow. Magic from another realm perhaps? 

Crow narrowed his eyes. It looked Fae. Then again she was a Fae Lady so perhaps it wasn't so unusual. Looking towards the horizon as he continued his fall Crow studied the shifting lines of the spirit world. Something was moving out there. Something that pulled at the flow of magic. Something that seemed to bend the strings of reality. The air whipped at his face as the ground fast approached. Pulling his mask up Crow shifted back into the mortal realm and loosened the holds of his form. In an explosion of black feathers and red eyes Crow beat his wings and blinked his many eyes as his form ascended back towards Blackwing. The Murder of Crows twisted upwards weaving back and forth over itself in a mass of caws and fluttering feathers. 

With his jaunt to the spirit realm complete Crow crossed the deck towards the other honor guard members. It was about time to take Blackwing to the Hill of Flowers. A small smile crept across Crow’s face. It was about time Christian got married.