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Tacked to surfaces across the City, wormed into every corner and crevice of the sewers, thrown up onto every New Crookback bulletin and neighborhood notice board, was a letter writ in a slanted scratch that bespoke the irregularity of oil and the impetus of a fire yet started.
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To everyone,Tacked to surfaces across the City, wormed into every corner and crevice of the sewers, thrown up onto every New Crookback bulletin and neighborhood notice board, was a letter writ in a slanted scratch that bespoke the irregularity of oil and the impetus of a fire yet started.
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Hey. My name's Cecil, Cecil Dzekh'aar. Some of you know me, many of you don't-- but most of you know the name I wear so proudly just after my first, and it's for that name that I'm speaking, so listen up.
Last Saturday, we waged unholy war against the Fae Sepulcher in a bid to nab the Crown of Worlds, and we were beaten down with a fury. It cost us blood and tears, and we've been taking a few days to lick our wounds and recover. However, we lost something else in the process.
We lost our brother.
To many of you, Qalhata was the source of your greatest nightmares and problems, but to us, he was a family member, and we're grieving. We'll be grieving for awhile. However-- some things have become clear to me in the time since.
Many of you assume that I, Cecil, and my co-leaders will be immediately taking up Cal's mantle and continuing to incite violence in his name. I'd like to say here and now, in front of everyone: We're not going to. Cal's last wish to us was for us to be safe and to pursue our freedoms. So, we're gonna do just that.
What does that mean? Well. We've no plans to turn our cheek and let people rag on us, but we also don't have plans to burn anyone's livelihood down to pursue vengeance. No, our vengeance is taking another form-- which is our unfettered pursuit of power, security, and freedom in this grand City. Come to our door, and we'll defend ourselves, make no mistake. But the time has come for us to take a breath.
In the coming weeks, we'll be opening our Estate periodically to visitors to answer questions, extend kindnesses, and strengthen our connections with allies. We'll also be giving back to the people of New Crookback in the ways that we can to atone for past harm rendered. To the people of the surface: stay away from us, and we'll stay away from you. To our enemies: Try something. I dare you.
We're a proud people, and we're not prone to restraint, but we're hopeful that this new direction will land us in a happier place than our previous one did. If you're gonna call us cowards, consider that we had the option to reduce the world to cinders in revenge, and we didn't.
Anyways. That's all from me. If you have something to say, consider how it'd sound said in front of a gang of Kathar holding weapons, then proceed. Otherwise, take care.
Until next time,
Patriarch Cecil Dzekh'aar
Patriarch Cecil Dzekh'aar
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Ave ignis, inveniat libertatem.
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Ave ignis, inveniat libertatem.
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