Feel the Cobbles Crumble Beneath Your Molars

[Aesopian 1640]

~| The Filthy Tongue |~

 

   

 

I hate the City. 

 

I hate rationality, money, math, fur trappers, and metallurgy. I hate domestication. I hate stonemasonry. I even hate language, and though I am loathe to use it, sometimes the world must be made further imbalanced before it can be restored to balance.

 

That's right, this world is badly out of balance. It has been out of balance since we first gave birth to speech, since we chose to defy the natural order and crawl out from our mud-huts. We think civilization is good and righteous. A pleasant lie we tell ourselves.

 

There are many out there who agree that the world must be balanced, and they are part of the 'Druidic Order'. I will speak to you, now: I, too, am a Druid of a kind. Your brothers and sisters may tell you that the world is in a state of balance, that you have tended the forests, and that since your order arose, the destructive practices of times past have been largely eradicated. This is true, but also a lie. Though you may, now, keep the balance, it is no better than attempting to dispense justice for crimes committed since a genocide.

 

The world has ways of recouping its losses, and when that time comes, I know that I would rather be considered a true friend of the Forest than a pretender.

 

So, I will ask you to do one thing for me. Any of you, or all of you. Burn something. Start with this message. Then, maybe a chair. A coffee-table. A pack of hounds. A granary. A set of stables. Burn down a field of wheat, golden grain swaying in the breeze, turned all to ash. Set fire to a man at the stake, or set fire to his family in their beds. His daughters, his sons. Fire is the great equalizer. Forests burn -- it is part of their cycle of death and rebirth. But, when men burn, they do not come back. 

 

Show that you are dedicated to the cause of restoring balance to this world. I ask this of you.

~ March Ash

You find a message on a sheaf of bark, scrawled in animal blood.

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And their strength was like wheat, which when smote, is broken.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Artimec, following the advice of the writing, burns the sheaf of bark it was written on in his fireplace presumably before anyone else had to find and read it.

[__WaterFox__ 636]

"The universe is a circle",Alirya stated with a nod

[Eranikus 348]

1 hour ago, Aesopian said:

~| The Filthy Tongue |~

 

   

 

I hate the City. 

 

I hate rationality, money, math, fur trappers, and metallurgy. I hate domestication. I hate stonemasonry. I even hate language, and though I am loathe to use it, sometimes the world must be made further imbalanced before it can be restored to balance.

 

That's right, this world is badly out of balance. It has been out of balance since we first gave birth to speech, since we chose to defy the natural order and crawl out from our mud-huts. We think civilization is good and righteous. A pleasant lie we tell ourselves.

 

There are many out there who agree that the world must be balanced, and they are part of the 'Druidic Order'. I will speak to you, now: I, too, am a Druid of a kind. Your brothers and sisters may tell you that the world is in a state of balance, that you have tended the forests, and that since your order arose, the destructive practices of times past have been largely eradicated. This is true, but also a lie. Though you may, now, keep the balance, it is no better than attempting to dispense justice for crimes committed since a genocide.

 

The world has ways of recouping its losses, and when that time comes, I know that I would rather be considered a true friend of the Forest than a pretender.

 

So, I will ask you to do one thing for me. Any of you, or all of you. Burn something. Start with this message. Then, maybe a chair. A coffee-table. A pack of hounds. A granary. A set of stables. Burn down a field of wheat, golden grain swaying in the breeze, turned all to ash. Set fire to a man at the stake, or set fire to his family in their beds. His daughters, his sons. Fire is the great equalizer. Forests burn -- it is part of their cycle of death and rebirth. But, when men burn, they do not come back. 

 

Show that you are dedicated to the cause of restoring balance to this world. I ask this of you.

~ March Ash

You find a message on a sheaf of bark, scrawled in animal blood.

"Oh good, another whack job," the Hare Druid muses as he reads over the message he found. "I burn more letters like this than I care to mention," he mutters, tossing it into his fireplace. "Here's a better equalizer: if you hate language and civilization and everything so much, end yourself and decrease the surface population. It'll give me less younglings to keep from chewing on paste and dyes," he grumbles before returning to his paperwork.

[Ardor 59]

Oo'ri looks upon the message and shakes his head, throwing the message into his forge

"Fires be a dangerous t'ing....t'ey spread an cause c'aos....t'at aint part of teh balance..."

 

Oo'ri pulls out some hot metal and begins to shape it on a anvil nearby, as the message burns and curls into nothingness.

[Argontum 153]

A hooded man walked into his house, with the paper in his hand. He put away his bloodied sword and sat beside his fireplace. He began reading it after taking a sip from his bottle of wine. "Yes..." He said as he finished reading it. He tossed the paper into the fireplace, and took another sip as the paper burned. "I agree... yes. Balance is of utmost importance..."

[_pr0fit 3084]

Tyrone Breathes in the last of his green, as the huge plumes of smoke from his massive stash bellow into the sky, his entire house and all of his dank kush gone in a matter of minutes as his burrow burns away. Tyrone grabs the last of his possesions that he managed to save and takes his leave to find a new home, He would turn around staring deeply into the flames that envelop his home, whispering to himself "Some bigguh gonna die..."

[Taketheshot 3834]

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Any messages found in Courland would be burned by

the army's Fieldwebels as per the Fuhers orders.

[Cave_Creature 467]

Salhassan, in a fervor of nostalgic agreement with the insane writings (that she managed to spell out and read), retrieved a lawbook from the Laurelin library and tossed it into her cooking fire. "If only things had stayed the way they were centuries ago. Although, speaking words is rather important," she thought aloud.

[Ducklingator 795]

Uni looks at the message silently. 

 

"Someone wants to die." He chuckles.

[Elad™ 560]

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