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Lady Blightwing
Location Clockwork City
Species Crow
Health 15000
Reaction Friendly
Other Information
Faction(s) Blackfeather Court
Lady Blightwing

The Lady Blightwing is a crow found in the Machine District of Brass Fortress.

Related Quests[edit]

Dialogue[edit]

Lady Blightwing first has dialogue during the Knight of Marrow's poem reading, in the Lost in the Gloam quest:

The Ballad of Brisbor Battle-Axe:

Lady Blightwing: "Crowmother help me …."
Knight of Marrow: "My passions burn with forbidden desire...."
Knight of Marrow: "Love, given cruel voice by... the charred flesh of my enemies?"
Lady Blightwing: "Charred flesh? Burning passions?"
Knight of Marrow: "It's all true, my dearest love. I would feed you the flesh of a thousand burnt carcasses, if you would only give me the chance...."
Lady Blightwing: "Of course, sir knight! How could I refuse such honeyed words? I feel a swoon coming on!"
Knight of Marrow: "She said yes! I owe you a debt, crow-friend. Duke! Duke, may I present the featherless poet."

Love Poem LT0782:

Lady Blightwing: "Crowmother help me …."
Knight of Marrow: "My fair maiden of ruin! My heart swells to see you, like a dead cat's belly warmed by the sun."
Knight of Marrow: "Your merits, uh... defy calculation?"
Knight of Marrow: "My pelvic bracket pumps like a piston .... Oh, that's not right!"
Lady Blightwing: "What? Is this some kind of featherless joke?"
Knight of Marrow: "And your face! Your face looks symesital...? Symetical? It looks shiny! So shiny!"
Lady Blightwing: "Sir Knight, that was... unique. So mysterious! I like your face too. Join me on the treasure-heap some time!"
Knight of Marrow: "She said yes! I owe you a debt, crow-friend. Duke! Duke, may I present the featherless poet."

Ode to a Brass Lily:

Lady Blightwing: "Crowmother help me …."
Knight of Marrow: "My fair maiden of ruin! My heart swells to see you, like a dead cat's belly warmed by the sun."
Knight of Marrow: "A brass lily nods … under gentle showers"
Knight of Marrow: "Its shiny petals polished under a rain of kisses …."
Lady Blightwing: "Rain? No rain! It crinkles my feathers!"
Knight of Marrow: "Oh! Not real rain! A rain of … entrails! Yes! Tasty entrails!"
Lady Blightwing: "Entrails? Oh, Sir Knight, you know the way to my heart goes through my gullet. Bring me entrails and I shall share with you … maybe."
Knight of Marrow: "She said yes! I owe you a debt, crow-friend. Duke! Duke, may I present the featherless poet."