Short stories of misfortunes set up by The Villainous and Dreadful True Nightwings
The Pyrehearts
Sir Gilman: This knight's former commander certainly deserves all the censure he can get, but eliminating him from the Rite....
Rukey: Come on, that coward had it coming!
Sir Gilman: Sir Rukey, this knight unworthy of new comrades is troubled. He remembers that Lady Seagrass was highly allergic to many potions. If Master Sandalwood is right, Oralech has most likely used one of the remedies....
Rukey: Reade-e-er! Gilman thinks the demon-doctor killed Seagrass! Get the blackwagon up, we gotta find out for sure!
*few hours later*
Sir Deluge: Did you f-f-f-fly to mock us? It wasn't enough to keep us out of the Rite?!
Rukey: Are you all right?
Sir Gilman: Can you inform this knight of Lady Seagrass's condition?
Sir Deluge: You! You, traitor, a moray eel who kills by stealth!
Sir Gilman: By the merciful Scribes! No, no, NO!!!
Volfred Sandalwood: I can't believe it. We will track down the blackwagon of the True Nightwing tonight, and I will personally tell Oralech that he has become a murderer.
Sir Deluge: This knight doesn't know what you're talking about, you bunch of bandits, but if you ever get our drive-imps to pull the blackwagon aground again, you'll be considered blood enemies by the entire Sea-Dominion!
The Fate
Volfred Sandalwood: Where are the Fate?
Oralech: The Fate must have suffered a misfortune of some sort.
Volfred Sandalwood: How could you?! How could you lay a hand on the poor Oldhearts? Oralech, you became a monster!
*at the next Rite*
Dalbert Oldheart: We apologize, honored Nightwings, for not being able to attend the last Rite. We are eternally sorry, so we give you these amulets.
Volfred Sandalwood: You shouldn't bother. It's our fault you were framed.
Dalbert Oldheart: Framed? Mister Sandalwood, you must be mistaken. The fact is, my son Almer and the imp Ra'ji were inspired by the story of a traveling healer and his imp-friend about the mud baths at Moon Lake. They were told that the healing mud helped with joint pain. And Almer broke the wheel on purpose so that I could treat my old bones instead of the Rite. Again, I apologize, Almer's actions have put you in a very unpleasant position!
The Withdrawn
Reader: How did you keep the Withdrawn out of the Rite?!
Oralech: Witches are addicted to artifacts. One of them happened to be cursed. The Withdrawn must have suffered a misfortune of some sort.
Gareph: Yeah, that's what happened! Would you like, batty-Nightwing, me to tell you a completely made-up story about one surly demon who stole a witch's cage of newborn imps and the very grateful parents who promptly deserted from the Triumvirate?
Oralech: Gareph!!!
