Vrazda was once a man, and a rather sedate and scholarly man at that. He would have told you how nice it was to meet you and asked if you'd like to come in for a cup of tea or if you'd have liked to peruse the vast tomes stored within the Varje library and he would have genially meant it, as far as he or anyone else could tell. Indeed the very thought of thousands of slowly decomposing undead crows animated by a single will, would have, as with most people filled Vrazda with the sort of inordinate terror usually reserved for Agoraphobics, arachnophobes and those with a fear of Jesters, Mummers and any others who practice make-upped frippery. Now you may think the mention of undead crows oddly specific but when the Library became overrun with strange unholy magic (these things tend to happen when said Library is a repository for information on the divine and is specifically attempting to "create" an artificial God. His maddened colleagues conducted a number of...interesting experiments, one of which was merging Vrazda's soul with that of about twelve dozen slowly dying crows. The man they buried alive under the eaves of the Library, the crows however perch on the roof and look out attacking any who approach and often seen amongst them is a man who appears almost like a crow himself, attacks seem to pass right through him almost like he isn't there, but one thing is most assuredly true, the crows do his bidding, after all spending years trapped underground with naught but an endless chorus of crows screaming inside your head is enough to turn even the most sedate man vicious. Instinct: To protect the Porch, to drive within

• Astral Projection- Casts a flickering image amongst his crows
• Murder of Crows- Commands his rotting Undead crows to strike at his foes