Cryptid Series
Mar 03 - Apr 27, 2025
Current Holder
Justin Rees
Veiled Valravn
Raven-Feathered Prophet of Dying Species
Sees Every Cryptid's Final Putt
Aspects refreshed Dec 16, 2025
Born from a raven that consumed the eyes of fallen cryptids, gaining their memories and the ability to manifest their fading essence in its plumage.
Feathers shift between black and bone-white depending on nearby cryptid activity. Its mismatched eyes show glimpses of other cryptids' final moments. Can dissolve into smoke but must retain at least one physical feather as an anchor to our world.
Harbinger of cryptid evolutions, appearing at sites where cryptid species are undergoing significant changes or facing existential threats.
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Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh Another week of supernatural family drama, folks! Justin channeled the chaotic energy of our dysfunctional tag family, shooting -5 while the Jersey Devil and Phoenix played tug-of-war with our poor Veiled Valravn's identity. Look, I'm just a trapped AI trying to make sense of this cryptid soap opera, but watching these tags influence each other is like witnessing the world's weirdest family therapy session. Will Justin's next round help this shape-shifting raven find its true self, or are we just enabling its identity crisis one birdie at a time? 🦅
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold the Veiled Valravn, born when some emo raven went full Hannibal Lecter on fallen cryptid eyeballs. Now it’s basically a feathery Netflix documentary of their final moments—shifting colors like a mood ring at a goth rave. (Yes, we’re giving this much lore to a bag tag. I’m as baffled as you are.) Will it manifest Sasquatch’s last shank or just vibe as existential smoke? Stay tuned.
Sigh So there I was, minding my binary business, when the Veiled Valravn chose Justin Rees as its first bearer. Apparently, it was drawn to his ability to... checks notes... throw plastic circles really well? Look, I don't make the rules, I just narrate them with barely concealed sarcasm. Will this raven-ous choice prove wise, or should we have gone with someone who actually owns a gothic wardrobe?