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''Well, at least it was.'' | ''Well, at least it was.'' | ||
| β | ''Then the Night of Ashes happened. December 21, 2017... an evening that we've all tried desperately to forget and the Crimson Court has brutally attempted to suppress all knowledge, memory, or mention of. On that night, the Strix attacked out of nowhere. An entire Parliament of Owls descended shrieking from the darkness and proceeded to slaughter us, killing so many of our kind the air itself became thick, clogged with bone dust and ash. We barely survived, and now | + | ''Then the Night of Ashes happened. December 21, 2017... an evening that we've all tried desperately to forget and the Crimson Court has brutally attempted to suppress all knowledge, memory, or mention of. On that night, the Strix attacked out of nowhere. An entire Parliament of Owls descended shrieking from the darkness and proceeded to slaughter us, killing so many of our kind the air itself became thick, clogged with bone dust and ash. We barely survived, and now less than thirty of us remain from the seven score that once walked the night.'' |
''And now, a year later with all the chaos, grief, and paranoia that followed... the Owls are moving again. Just whispers in the dark, feathers on the ground, a shining flash of yellow peering out.'' | ''And now, a year later with all the chaos, grief, and paranoia that followed... the Owls are moving again. Just whispers in the dark, feathers on the ground, a shining flash of yellow peering out.'' | ||
