The Night Owl Flies

[The Night Owl 45]

[!] A figure wearing a hood and robes would walk through the city of Haelun'or in the dead of night. The person would seem to have a stack of papers in their hands as they placed them on every nook and cranny of the city. On the doors of every citizen and the notice board for all to read. Should anyone be awake at this point and catch a view of the visage of this individual all they would see would be the mask of an owl staring back at them.

 

 

To the citizens of Haelun’or,
    
It comes with great sorrow that I am posting these missives where all can see. In the hope that my voice can reach out to you and instill some reason within you. Look upon your once great city and see what it has become now: a den for the Azdrazi and their corrupted lord. A powerful force that offered you shelter and protection from a demon menace that has hardly even encroached upon your city at all. Why would they reach out to you not even days after a group of thill were killed by demons. Not when the armies appeared but only when our own citizens were killed, doesn’t this strike you as strange, llir?

    This benevolent Lord - as he’s so put it - offered you his aid to protect you against a Demon threat that exclusively resides within the island of Korvassa for the moment. So, why were these demons so far away from their legions? Though I suppose it matters not at this point other than to point out the strange coincidence that has occurred. The issue at hand, however, is that we have given ourselves over to a tyrannical leader once more. The same force that we once fought and rallied against within our own city to be rid of.

Now we stand once more under the oppression of a Tyrannical Lord. A corrupted and impure being who has used Haelun’or as a stepping stone to gain and obtain power. He doesn’t care for us or whether we live or if we die. He only desires for his own power to grow and be fueled. His influence spread, that is why a majority of the council that swore to be democratic has sworn their absolute loyalty to him alone. They have given themselves over and become Heralds of Azdromoth and his will forcing it upon the citizens of the Silver City. Do not let your eyes be covered in wool, llir, look upon what is happening in our city. Look at those who lead it, who now only serve their Lord Azdromoth. We fought for our freedom, for our voices to be heard. Do not let the death of our dear Maheral Azorella be in vain. Do not let her death be for nothing as a new dictatorship takes over our city. 

Stay safe llir, and watch for the corruption that now spreads through our city like a disease. Keep your eyes open to the truth and do not be fooled by the sense of security that you believe you have. Keep yourselves educated and aware, do not be ignorant in these matters.

 

Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya,
The Night Owl

[FenHarel 536]

Daerine Elibar’acal read the missive over with furrowed brows. “What do they expect to accomplish with such outlandish claims?” She pondered to herself. “Azorella would want what is best for the mali’thill, and if it is this pact then so be it.”

[Demented_Delila 1248]

“Wow, this sounds like Xannic and or Clerical Propaganda. Why do these people keep bringing Azorella into this? Her death has literally nothing to do with it, we forged a new government so we could have the freedom to protect the blessed citizenry.  You all actually don’t have to worship him, you know that right? Reverence is respect, rather then worship. We pacted to protect the people that Azorella died to protect from corruption, and we are in no danger by the hands of the Great Titan... This is vaguely insulting that you think that we, as a council, did this without considering what was to be done for those we’re supposed to lead. We do not tell you that you must follow Azdromoth, just respect him. Respect his brood. He offers us a protection that not even Xan could offer, unfortunately. The threat isn’t solely in Korvassa, so clearly this proves that there’s something to say about this ‘Night Owl’... hmph, clearly doesn’t pay attention to the news or whisperings of what has happened to Olrin, or what happened to Maeve and Ellisar and others who were ambushed on a mammoth hunt in the Northern Foothills... It’s quite likely this person doesn’t even live in this city.”

 

The incensed smoke hangs heavily in the bedroom, drifting along the air as the missive is regarded. A pale, freckled hand waves a hand dismissively, leaning back into her pillows. 

 

“We cover ourselves because there are impish creatures that reside, still, even if the larger demons have gone. Where once an infestation was, another can occur. Oh well, we’ve had this sort of fellow before, anonymous and too fearful to show their faces... We bask in Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya because we are able to protect ourselves, and extend this offer to lesser peoples who would otherwise be lost to this Inferni Scourge that begins to sweep Arcas, for Al-Faiz is falling, it burns and crumbles, and will disappear in a matter of weeks. The Scourge will turn its claws upon Sutica, next. Perhaps Aegrothond. Whatever is closest enough for them... They have killed Metzli, her skull sits in the mountains of Urguan...  Where are your absent gods to protect you when that happens? Will they be able to protect you against the scorch of Malflame? The tearing and thrashing of  teeth and claws of Infernal Strength?”

 

The old dog lifts his head up from the floor, regarding his Mistress as she asked questions aloud to nobody in particular. He rose on aged bones, crossing to come lay upon his Mistress’ bed, large head laid in her lap. 

 

”They will be absent. They always are, it seems...”

 

 

[Ryloth 4321]

"Absolute non-sense," A herald of Azdromoth remarks in his typical accented drawl. "I bet they think Larihei was evil and corrupt as well when leading the mali'thill through Nether gateways to span the gap between Aos and Eos." He sends the missive into his fire place.

 

"Why are they even sticking this to a Kharajyr's door?" He sighs, before returning to his hookah to smoke some fat cactus green.