A raven a single raven circled in the night sky, its outline seeming to shimmer in the pale moonlight. A ominous sign of things to come a bad omen sent to scare him witless as he bounded through the night upon his most unworthy steed? Angelus Draven Rain preferred to think of it as a fine feature upon the night sky, placed there for his own amusement. Then again he never paid heed to omens of any sort, though he wondered vaguely if that was why his luck was of the most remarkably terrible sort, the kind that most people considered a curse or worse? I mean so he had broken a few mirrors, walked under every ladder he had ever seen, and laughed at every bad sign ever recorded in the book of what the hell tells you your in for a bad time. Yet who was to say that meant he was going to have bad luck? Wait did he just contradict himself? Oh blood and bloody ashes he hated it when his own brain wouldn't cooperate with his delusions it was annoying.<br/><br/><br/>He had arrived in this land several days ago and immediately gotten completely lost as usual. Now he found himself and the most unworthy mount he had ever encountered ambling toward some vague destination, which he held no knowledge or even really its precise location of. Why oh why did he have to start his adventures when he had been out drinking didn't he know better?  He had payed for the worst damn horse in the town and ridden out in search of a story he had heard from an old drunkard in a Tavern. Oh yes a most promising source as usual his brain mused. Oh dash it all when would his brain shut up? Curse the damn thing and it it logic ! No wait curse this half lame horse he swore a beggar on a donkey had passed him a few miles back.<br/><br/>He watched the road as he bounced along in a most uncomfortable fashion,  looking for even the slightest marking of were the hell he was.Then in the next instant he found himself well dirty . His horse spooked by some ungodly occurrence probably a mouse, or in the fowl beasts case a toad had obviously crossed its path whereupon it had become spooked sending him up and from his saddle with all the grace of a scoundrel being tossed from the local pub, and down into the dirty muck of the road as the traitorous beast bounded off into the distance. He swore it hadn't run that fast when it was carrying him damn thing.<br/><br/><br/>He didn't even bother to stand up for a while, he just sat there his chin resting in his hand looking boredly in the direction his horse had retreated in. He had to assess the situation. Lets see he was dirty, cold, hungry, his clothes were a god awful mess, and he had no idea were he was oh and let him not forget he had gone off wearing his expensive black silks so he was going to have a hell of a time replacing them. Oh and just lovely, his hair resembled brown dirt more than it did its usual shade of black with that prominent red streak. Ok now for the good parts of the situation! He looked around as if expecting something to jump out at him and his shoulders slumped. Ok so this situation was atrocious he still did not believe in bad luck. Though he had told that witch women to suck a rather unruly part of his body a few days back... coincidence surely.<br/><br/>He pulled himself up straightening his sword at his side and started walking. Ah and thus another day in the life of Angelus Rain, the premiere adventurer of all the lands, the marvel of every corner of the earth and the hungriest man on the planet. Who was he kidding, things hadn't exactly gone as he had planned. There was supposed to be treasure, women, adventure, women.. oh and did he mention WOMEN! Where had he gone wrong? He had been at this for nearly two years, every one of his treasure hunts coming to ruin before they got started or nearly getting him killed once they did. The only women he had seen was one creepy witch women who he was convinced wanted to molest him and claimed she put a curse on him when he rejected her.<br/><br/>Yes yes another day in his fairy tale life as an adventurer. Had he known it would be like this he mused he might of stayed home. No he wouldn't of he was full of horse crap, home had been unbearable he would be a king in training, and married to some giggling mindless noble girl right now had he stayed home. Yeah no going home, home was BAD now to solve the first problem where was he? He was in the middle of nowhere that's were he was. Oh well at least it wasn't raining..the rain started pouring down on his head as if his thoughts had summoned it god he loved his life.<br/>