The Birds Work for the Bourgeoisie

It has been too long since we’ve last walked these streets. This isn’t what the Guild once was. What happened while I was gone?

Had the Hardwicks not noticed the Murder Guild always taking wins from the Hallowed Exchange? The Guild had its talons of influence and power so deeply entrenched in the glowing streets of the Red Wizard Capital, maybe all it took was some time away to see the real corruption. I storm towards the imposing black stone building, water splashing beneath my feet. The guard steps in front of me as I approach.

“Preposterous!!! I’m gone for a year and now the guild is turning ME away?!! I founded this organization!!” And even back then we were all just a bunch of chill Wizzys hanging out and shooting the breeze.

I shove the sentry aside with a flick of a paralysis spell and make my way into the Roost.

As I enter the central chamber, I see the back of a dark hooded figure. I open my beak to speak my mind, but am interrupted by a bellowing voice as if from within my head:

“YOU BETRAYED US! YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE!”

A deep bass resonates through my skull. The hooded figure slowly turns and a thick mist oscillates out from their face, enveloping the entire room. My knees buckle and I try to convince myself that the suffocation isn’t real. My chest feels tight. Vision starting to fade… ∅∅∅..—-{[[[[—>>>>>,|||…

Cash’s claws pierce into my shoulder as he caws “We’ve got this Corvin”.

deep breath in
slowly exhale
there we go

I calmly reach into my satchel and draw out the ancient obsidian skull.

“Abracadabra!”
Blue and purple flames ignite around the it. I point it towards the source of the spiraling mist.

“Tenebris veritas!”
Dark light screams out the skull’s eye sockets and engulfs the entity, the vapors in the room thrust against the walls with a thunderclap. Reality flickers between distortion and truth and now I see the figure's true form…

“Hold on to your feathers Cash.”

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