The Nightingales of Caras Eldar

[!] Another letter is placed at the base of the steps of the shrine to the aspects in the Sparrow Grove, now with a small nightingale statuette to accompany it. 

We come with more songs to sing,

Despite our peaceful efforts to fan the flames of faith, we are met with opposition on many fronts.

Members of the Dominion’s government have torn aspectist altars down, despite identifying ourselves as members of the great faith. These altars did not intrude, nor did they block any such passage through the city. They sought them out and destroyed them.

Since, we have placed numerous altars in secret that now stand. It is a great shame that we must hide our faith from the lords of elvenesse, lest we risk the destruction of aspectist monuments.

It is in these times of great strife when we must be strongest. Druids of the mother circle seek to root out many of our strongest members, leaving the rest to the wolves.

And perhaps we would stand a better chance if members of our own faith would not betray their own order. Archdruid Willow has gone against the very tenants of our order, taking matters into his own hands when the Archdruids should have been in agreement.

We, the Naelurir are now under assault by members of the government, the mother grove, and our own leaders.

The faith must be stronger than ever to survive. Tread with caution Naelurir

The Nightingale of Caras Eldar

[!] A short letter is dropped in front of the aspecist shrine in the sparrow grove during the quietest hours of the night by a hooded figure.

To my fellow priests and priestesses of the Naelurir, 

I am angry at our faith.

Angry not at its followers, but at its inability to motivate them. All around, I see mali who fail to see through the eyes of the true faith. It is our duty as priests and priestesses to open their eyes, and we are failing to do so. Voidal mages and dark beings run amock through this blessed city, and the faith lies silent.

Caras Eldar is a city of opportunity, such an opportunity for elves to thrive. They call it the ‘Jewel of Elvendom’. Why then is it that I see our faith dying out like a flickering candle in the wind, like a tear in the rain? A jewel does not flicker or fade.

Why have we squandered this chance we’ve been given?

In these coming days, we must let faith guide us before all else. I have seen better from my people, I have seen better from us all. I know that you, the followers of the emerald way, are destined for far greater than the sanctified halls of Caras Eldar.

I believe in you, my fellow priests. You can help bring our people into the light of a dawning age of faith.

I am the Nightingale of Caras Eldar, and I wish only to see our people return their eyes to the faith. This Nightingale has many songs to sing, and you will hear from us more.

History has its eyes on you, mali'lliran. As do the aspects.

The Nightingale of Caras Eldar