Far away in the hollows of the earth - deeper even than orc or wurm will burrow - there you'll find the nesting spire of the chasm corvid, a beast of the elder days which yet survives to plague us. Ten eyes - no, a dozen! All glowing red like gems of fury. Great flapping black wings over a maw split sidewise like a bug's. Four legs (count 'em!) each armed with cruel talons. Yet they say the one who knows the Ancient Magics may command this beast to serve as a steed. Almost makes you want to take up pick and torch, don't it? Just be wary, or you'll end up feeding its hatchlings. Instinct: to bring fresh meat to its young

• Haunt the dark places under the earth
• Obey the wielder of the Ancient Magic
• Carry them high, then drop them