#3 Hear the Rumble of Collapsing Cathedrals

[Aesopian 1640]

~| The Filthy Tongue |~

 

   

 

The Forest is not just a collection of trees -- it is a spiritual place that everything will return to, if given enough time.  

 

And like the Forest, the City is also a spiritual place, greater than the sum of its cobbles. But the City doesn't come from the World. The City comes from the mind of Men, and distances us from the natural and the Good.

 

The struggle between the City and Forest goes on, even today. Floodgates are constructed, mines are dug, walls are built, and though they might be maintained for a time, it is inevitable for nature to reclaim all those things. They are all attempts at preservation, when the only real constant is change. It is a mistake to believe that both sides are equal in this struggle. Only one of these can exist without the other.

 

The City is a parasite. It uses the resources of the Forest to build itself up, but when it runs out of lands to desecrate, it collapses, utterly and completely. It does all it can to halt the cycle of life and death, while relying on that same cycle for its well-being. True immortality is not found in the stability of bricks and mortar, but in a oneness with the natural world.

 

The sparrows spoke to me of a dam sabotaged in the Kingdom of Urguan, and of two pens burned, one in Oren, and the other in Laureh'lin. I heard also of smaller acts of freedom, of dogs loosed and livestock returned to the wilds. This shows great devotion, and some of you may even be ready to join me -- and to those few, I will contact in my own ways.

 

There are others who reject the notion of chaos. They believe their towers will stand forever against the test of time. They feel it in their deepest guts that their line will last thousands of generations, to times unending. This is not true. If you truly believe this, then I suggest you do the following: pick up any historical tome from your local library, and read over the chapters concerning ancient empires of the past. You must recognize that there is very little, if nothing, which truly separates you and your kin from all those past empires, and that there is nothing stopping you from meeting the same fate as they did.

 

Now, I will offer you another task. Any of you, or all of you. Strip naked, and sit down amongst the wilds. Lay claim to the redwoods and shedgrass, feel the twigs break beneath your feet, taste the sap leaking from the trees. Nurture the rage within you that burns with the knowledge all these things are under threat, and that all that stands between them and destruction is your fists, teeth, and fury. 

 

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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Let us return the world to a time when it was pure.

[Taketheshot 3834]

Balgruff nods to the Duke "Yes mein Fuher."

He then tosses the torch on the oil soaked pile of bark messages found throughout Courland

[HurferDurfer1 2979]

Coltaine would run around naked in the woods, though for very different reasons

[Lotoke 25]

"You state not fact, but an opinion that I cannot agree with.

You wish for destruction of the world we must be with".

Enedor comments apon reading the enscription on one of the logs.

[Elad™ 560]

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