Scenario:Nezahualpilli - Murder Most Fowl

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Murder Most Fowl

In disguise, Nezahualpilli travels with the crew to another village in search of clues. They learn that a clan called the Eyes of the Night has been terrorizing Feathered Ones in numerous towns.



(Captain) and crew continue their investigation into the deaths of the birds.
In search of answers they've come to another village where Feathered Ones live.
Nezahualpilli: Now, let's look for one of my tribe to speak to.
Vyrn: Say, I was wondering, how come no one notices you're the chief even when you're not hiding your face or anything?
Nezahualpilli: Well, in a way I actually am in disguise. Most have only seen me in my royal garb—that feathery armor I usually wear.
Nezahualpilli: So none but my closest subjects would recognize me as I am now.
Vyrn: Hmm. If you say so.
Nezahualpilli: But I'll need your help as well; be sure not to say anything that might suggest I'm chieftain.
Lyria: All right! We'll be careful!
They resteel themselves and return to their search for a tribesman.
Just then, they spot two young men peering out at them from the shadow of a building.
Nezahualpilli: Excellent. Let's talk to those two.
Nezahualpilli: You there! Yes, both of you!
Clansman 1: ...!
The two seem wary at first, even stepping back when the crew approaches. But Nezahualpilli speaks in a calm voice.
Nezahualpilli: Wait. Have no fear. We are but travelers looking for good company.
Clansman 2: Hm? Those feathers... Are you one of us?
Nezahualpilli: I am.
The young men breathe a sigh of relief.
Clansman 1: Brother! Please, come join us in the shade!
Nezahualpilli: Hah hah hah! Don't mind if I do!
Nezahualpilli and the boys hit it off immediately, due in no small part to the chief's amiable demeanor.
They chat freely about the village and its specialties. Once they seem comfortable enough, Nezahualpilli leads into a more serious topic.
Nezahualpilli: I'm curious though... Why did you two seem so wary of us when we first met?
Clansman 1: Well, you see...
The young man hesitates, his brows furrowing.
Nezahualpilli: Did something happen?
Clansman 1: There's been... talk of the clan's villages being attacked. One after another.
Nezahualpilli: Hmm.
Clansman 2: From what survivors have said, the attackers could see in the night as if it was day.
Clansman 2: They called themselves... The Eyes of the Night.
Nezahualpilli: The Eyes of the Night...
Nezahualpilli: I see. It's not hard to imagine why you were on guard when you met us.
Clansman 1: I'm sorry, but we just can't be too careful. This village might be next on their list.
Nezahualpilli: No, I understand perfectly.
Clansman 2: Well, if worse comes to worst, the great chief will do something about it. I know it!
Clansman 1: Speak for yourself. Him against an entire village-razing clan?
Clansman 1: The man hasn't even found a way to save us from the prophecy. Can't say I'm brimming with confidence.
Clansman 2: Watch it! That's the King of Eagles you're talking about!
Nezahualpilli quickly tries to calm the two before things escalate.
Nezahualpilli: Peace, brothers! Fighting will solve nothing—only together are we strong.
Clansman 2: But...
Nezahualpilli: And even if the prophecy does come to pass, we can still rise above it, like unto eagles in a storm!
Clansman 1: Easy for you to say...
Clansman 1: Y'know, you sound just like the chief—big talk and lots of promises.
Nezahualpilli: Ngh... Is that so...
Kreetori: Kree!
Abruptly, Kree rouses from his nearby perch.
The bird glides to Nezahualpilli's shoulder and begins pecking at his clothes and headdress.
Nezahualpilli: H-hey! What are you doing!
Kreetori: Kree! Kree!
Nezahualpilli: Ah! My apologies, you two! I'd best be on my way!
Seeming to have realized something, Nezahualpilli bids his tribesmen farewell.
Lyria: Wait for us!
(Captain) and company follow after him, leaving the two young men standing in a daze.
Clansman 1: ...
Was that... Chief Nezahualpilli?
Clansman 2: Nah. The chief wouldn't be caught dead wearing that. Those feathers are so last season.
Nezahualpilli: Right. This should be far enough.
Nezahualpilli: Hah hah hah! What would I do without you, Kree?
Lyria: Huh?
Nezahualpilli: Kree saw that I was starting to let on about my identity. He says I should watch my words.
Lyria: Hehe. Good job, Kree!
Nezahualpilli: Thank you, Kree! I'll be more careful next time.
Kreetori: Kree!
With Kreetori's help, the crew have managed to keep Nezahualpilli's identity secret for now.
They also begin to sense the strength of the bond between the man and his hawk.

Murder Most Fowl: Scene 2

Nezahualpilli suspects the Eyes of the Night are behind the tragedy in his own village as well. It's then that assassins appear and make an attempt on the chieftain's life.



The crew continues their investigation, stopping to rest only well into the night.
Nezahualpilli: The Eyes of the Night... That's all we have to go on.
Vyrn: Sigh... Still got nothing on the disaster.
Nezahualpilli: Actually, perhaps we do. In fact, I think we're making progress.
Nezahualpilli: You see, I suspected that what befell those birds was not natural disaster, but a calculated massacre.
Nezahualpilli: There was no word of any strange weather that day. And even had there been, what natural occurrence could kill so many birds?
Nezahualpilli: What's more, I've never known birds of different feathers to gather into one flock.
Nezahualpilli: And no matter what, the Feathered Ones would never kill the very birds we revere.
Nezahualpilli: Which leaves but one explanation: this was the work of a third party.
Vyrn: And you think the guys who did it are—
Nezahualpilli: The Eyes of the Night. It's more than likely.
Nezahualpilli: They go from village to village killing Feathered Ones. It's obvious they hate us in the extreme.
Nezahualpilli: I'm sorry I didn't speak of this earlier, but I thought it wrong to share the theory without more proof.
Lyria: But why would they do something so awful...
Nezahualpilli: I do not know. But until we learn of their motives—
He stops mid-sentence. The stench of bloodlust is in the air.
Nezahualpilli: Show yourself!
Nezahualpilli's words echo through the still forest.
Footfalls sound in response.
???: ...
An armed group emerges from the shadows to surround the crew.
Nezahualpilli: I'll only ask this once. Who are you?
???: Ha! Nezahualpilli. Killing you would be the death of all Feathered Ones. One stone, all the birds.
With no further warning, the strangers attack.
Vyrn: Crud! It's too dark! I can't see a thing!
Nezahualpilli: (It's them! The Eyes of the Night!)

Murder Most Fowl: Scene 3

Nezahualpilli deduces that only an elder could have led the assassins to him. Sure enough, one of the elders reveals himself as a member of the Eyes of the Night, and escapes with his band of assassins. Though the culprits are still at large, Nezahualpilli has taken a vital step toward uniting his people.



Nezahualpilli: Hrraagh!
???: Guh!
Nezahualpilli: Prepare to taste defeat!
???: Damn! Pull back!
With curses on their lips, the attackers retreat into the dark of night.
Vyrn: You're not getting away that easy!
Nezahualpilli: Stop! The darkness is their domain—they could turn the tide against us if we follow.
The crew takes Nezahualpilli's advice and regroups.
Vyrn: What the heck was that?
Nezahualpilli: The way they moved in the dark... They're the Eyes of the Night.
Vyrn: Crud! I knew it!
Nezahualpilli: More important, however... is how they knew who I was.
Lyria: Ah! That's right! You said this was enough of a disguise...
Nezahualpilli: Only a certain few could see through this guise.
Nezahualpilli: None but my closest subjects and advisors.
Vyrn: What!
Nezahualpilli: And out of that group, the only ones who knew of this investigation were... the elders.
Nezahualpilli: If it was truly one of them, then all the pieces fall into place.
Vyrn: You're saying an elder told those guys how to find you?
Nezahualpilli: That's the only explanation that makes sense, no matter how much I wish it weren't true.
Nezahualpilli: We have to find out the truth. Everyone, we're going back!
The crew makes haste for the hall of the elders
Elder 1: Chief Nezahualpilli! You've returned! Have you uncovered the mystery of this disaster?
Nezahualpilli: I have. And much, much more. First, I must ask if all the elders are present in this room.
Elder 1: Of course, why would we not—hm? Wait, there's one of us missing.
Elder 2: Yes, he said he had some sort of urgent errand.
Nezahualpilli: If only we'd come sooner! He must be the one...
Elder 1: Chieftain? What's the meaning of all this?
Nezahualpilli: Pray pardon me, great elders, but there's no time to explain. Remain here until I return—all will be revealed then.
Nezahualpilli: Go, Kree!
Nezahualpilli: Find the elder! We'll follow after you!
Kreetori: Kree!
Kreetori takes flight and lets out a cry as if to urge the others on.
The crew follows the bird out of the hall and into the open village.
Nezahualpilli: There!
Kreetori finds the elder and gives chase, as does the crew.
They close the gap, and Nezahualpilli leaps to block the elder's path of escape.
Elder (?): Tsk!
Nezahualpilli: There's nowhere left to run! Surrender and come with us.
However, from the shadows emerge the assassins from before.
They move in to create a wall around the elder.
Nezahualpilli: So this is how you infiltrated the village!
Elder (?): Fear not, men. Stand down.
The assassins obey without hesitation.
Nezahualpilli: Does this mean you choose to surrender?
Elder (?): Humph... Haha... Hahahaha!
Nezahualpilli: ...!
Nezahualpilli: Just who are you?
The elder raises a sickly laugh... and his appearance shifts.
???: Hahahaha...
Nezahualpilli: You... you're one of them!
Night Eyes Leader: Ahh, Nezahualpilli. Not as bird-brained as I thought. How soon you found me out. Congratulations.
Nezahualpilli: I've heard word of your folly! Why do you do this to us? Tell me!
Night Eyes Leader: Oh, how little you know.
Night Eyes Leader: We share the same ancestry, your people and mine. The blood runs deep.
Nezahualpilli: Then all the more! Why hurt your own kin?
Night Eyes Leader: ...
Our eyes see more. We rule the battlefield of night. But it was for that very power we were abhorred, persecuted.
Night Eyes Leader: Your people—trapped in your delusions of fear—cast us out from the nest like strangelings. Because of how we were born! Because of who we were!
Night Eyes Leader: You speak of kin? You left your kin to die! You know nothing of our pain!
The hatred in the man's voice is feverish. Solemnly, Nezahualpilli answers.
Nezahualpilli: You're right. I can't begin to understand your pain. But we are not our ancestors, and we need not be enemies as they were.
Night Eyes Leader: Ha! Of course you don't. Your kind sees nothing but yourselves.
Night Eyes Leader: That's why you fools are ruled by that empty prophecy!
Night Eyes Leader: At the mere sight of those dead birds, you quivered with fear and wailed of "The End." Your shameful display has made it clearer than ever: we are superior to you.
Night Eyes Leader: The winds of change usher in a new era. Soon we shall be called the true Feathered Ones!
Nezahualpilli: So... this is why you wish us ill.
Nezahualpilli: It's as you say. And only I can take the blame for the tribe's unrest.
Nezahualpilli: But that only gives more reason for our tribes to join hands!
Nezahualpilli: Together we'll be stronger. We can make a better future together! Our unity will bring about new hope!
Nezahualpilli: There's no need for bloodshed!
Nezahualpilli: What time but now to make amends for mistakes of the past!
Night Eyes Leader: Bah... I'd do better talking to a tree... You dare think us equals? Does the panther join hands with the cockerel?
Night Eyes Leader: What would you have us do? Help you endure the prophecy?
Night Eyes Leader: I spit on your words! Even if the prophecy is true, we will rise above it on our own.
Night Eyes Leader: We do not need you. In fact, you would only drag us down.
Night Eyes Leader: I'll not waste my breath on you any longer. We gladly await your destruction.
The man turns and disappears into the shadows.
Nezahualpilli: Wait!
But only the echo of Nezahualpilli's voice answers the plea.
Nezahualpilli returns to the hall of the elders and explains all.
Elder 1: Hm. The Eyes of the Night... I've heard they were a people persecuted long ago. What a tragedy this is.
Nezahualpilli: Please, great elders, have peace.
Nezahualpilli: As king I vow to lead our people through these harrowing times. My life is for the tribe.
Nezahualpilli: But perhaps there are those who do not believe the same. If there are any here who wish their voice heard, please, I bid you speak.
There is hesitation at the unexpected proposal. After a moment, a single hand rises.
Elder 2: A question, Chief Nezahualpilli.
Nezahualpilli: Please.
Elder 2: Have you obtained what you first set out to find? The power to save us from the prophecy of the end?
Nezahualpilli: ...
It is to report of this that I've returned.
Nezahualpilli: In truth, I did not find such a power.
Murmurs burst out among the elders.
Nezahualpilli: But I have not given up. Instead, I've realized a great truth.
Nezahualpilli: It is not some unknown power that we need...
Nezahualpilli: But the unity and strength as a clan to rise above all adversity.
Nezahualpilli: To rise not only above the prophesied end, but above the Eyes of the Night also!
Nezahualpilli: There is no doubt the Eyes of the Night shall continue to threaten our future.
Nezahualpilli: But with a will unwavering, I as king shall deliver our people from danger!
There is a moment of silence as the elders absorb his words.
The same elder is again the first to speak.
Elder 2: On to the matter of the disaster, then. Chief Nezahualpilli has made good on his vow to uncover the truth of the calamity.
Elder 2: He showed steadfast resolve, while we simply wailed and cowered in fear.
Elder 2: And now he has vowed to protect the tribe.
Elder 2: If his actions are any proof, should we not entrust him with this task also?
None speak in opposition.
Of course, there are those who have their doubts. But even they know that without Nezahualpilli to keep the peace, the tribe's doom would be certain.
And so it was that the Eagle King turned the elders' suspicion into reverence.
Elder 2: No doubt there will still be discord within the tribe. But even so, we shall stand by you, Chieftain. Thus have we decided.
Nezahualpilli: Great elders...
Nezahualpilli: I thank you. As leader I shall not let you down!
Vyrn: Heh heh! Well, that's one case closed!
Nezahualpilli: And I have all of you to thank for that!
Nezahualpilli: But even so, the Eyes of the Night will surely mount another attack against us all too soon.
Nezahualpilli: We must be ready! I vowed to lead my people into a better future. And lead them I shall!
Through much hardship and strife the tribe has emerged stronger in unity.
But the shadow of the Eyes of the Night still looms large.
As chief of the Feathered Ones, Nezahualpilli's work has only just begun.