[!] The cry of Nature [!]

[ScreamingDingo 20568]

[!] Small fliers are mass produced, spreading themselves to those of the Wood Elven and Sutican lands for those who care to read them. The writing would be cursive and well down, though the paper accompanying it would be yellowed and old. Almost tattered [!]

 

 

“Those of the Mother.”

 

The inactivity of your kin has led to various imbalances across the isles, but you still boast the title of representing the Mother herself. What have your kind done, whereas the ilk of the Hawk at least takes care of the land it surrounds on, you fornicate and spread rumors of adolescent gossip amongst your kin. The Aspects frown upon your gathering, for now what must be down is its dissolving. If you seek redemption amongst the Aspects, turn into ones of nomadic tradition, do not be bound to the circle. Become the druids of old, if you inform and make contributions to the land, then perhaps the reformation of your kind would be possible.

 

Supporting the dwed whom bends nature to his will, the man whom provides kinship over nature. Also those who are naive and young, refusing to acknowledge that nature has more than one side. For the exposure of the druii has not held any progress, action must be taken upon those of the Mother.  The Cycle has not claimed the Order itself as of yet, but the sun continues to set and the time continues to trudge along. Dissolve, before you are forced to disappear.

 

I beg of you to remove this title and split your group to all reaches of the land, do not call for aid of those of the Naeulrir either. As they are already accomplishing more than you could, those who serve a /CITY/.

 

If you do not break your affiliation with the Mother itself, I shall burn your lands as I did to your former ones. I shall drag brimstone and death throughout your order until it is extinguished.  You are insults to the true idea of nature, the only way to remove the thorn from the skin is to rip it out.

 

Ponder upon this, those of the Mother circle. I am not one to fall back on my promises

 

The Fallen Jackal, last of the true druids of the Mother.

 

 

 

[HedgeHug 2049]

"I would not have it any other way, my good man. To take with, family and friends and seek calmer places to then pursue Their ways has been on my mind for decades. Needless to say: my wife being an Archdruid leaves us with no other choice than to stay." Narmir remarks, swinging side to side in his hammock as he smokes some green. "I wonder what might happen after this good read, Jackal"

[MamaBearJade 2090]

Lilliana shakes her head and sighs. She pets the ker wolf pup she had been treating. "A so called 'true druid'..." she says looking over the flyer. "Yet you threaten that which the aspects have gifted. Instead of constantly harassing and attacking us, perhaps this so called 'true druid' could help by saving the swamp mother, or restoring land? Instead of arguing about how 'inactive' we are because our brothers and sisters are because they have chosen to wander, as many druids do." She smiled softly as she kissed the pup's head. "You cannot call yourself a true druid and threaten the aspects as he has done. His actions are not recognized as any more than a childish temper tantrum that would even shame his own mother. He causes strife among the circle by trying to turn our druids against one another. Nature does not bend down to anyone let alone some over-inflated wanna-be lich who has yet to figure out he is not welcome in the lands of the aspects. The mother will never bend to the threats of a child who rather attack that in which he claims he serves, than help the cause." She stands and makes her way back to the tree. "What do you think Luna? You just want more cow...greedy beast." She laughs softly returning home.

[idiot 502]

"Arrogant." 

A mali'ame mumbles.

[Archipelego 2188]

A small and rather non-threatening halfling mutters to himself. "I may be young, but teh Jackal is corrupt, whet'er literally or metaphoricalleh. He's in teh same boat as all o' us, and tryina be high an' mighty wont fix ****." He grumbles, throwing the note behind him and waddling off.

[HurferDurfer1 2979]

Better-Than-Aphoros Lich Coltaine ponders, thinking he would like to aid Jackal if he decided to burn the groves.

[Slothtastic 761]

J'Dul reads this on one of his travels. He says to himself, "J'Dul is sure that the druids will be fine on their own. J'Dul hopes." He says before continuing off. 

[senor_tortuga 692]

Tajo would be eating mushrooms that grow on back of cows as he read the flier, he'd mutter one single word to himself "Alrighty"

[GDPR 014 48]

The Mummified Lich cracks a twisted grin, sickly green orbs brightening within its sunken sockets. 

 

"What a fellow. Could be helpful."

[Gallic 1066]

Another Archdruid chooses not to grumble around in the shadows, and rather spreads some propaganda of his own among the fliers that were strewn around!

 

"We are the children of the wilds, who slept through the winter; But now spring comes.

 

The Jackal mistakes the sunrise for sunset; Unsurprising for a scavenging beast who relies on death and darkness to thrive.

 

- Solace, Archdruid of Three"

 

((OR THAT WAS THE PLAN ANYWAY EXCEPT THE LM PURGE HAS SET OUR PLANS BACK FOR TWO WEEKS AND COUNTING))

[Guest]

Kairn shrugs, idly glancing to his wife. "I wonder why people have so much hope, an unbeaten suit of armor is nothing to laugh about."

[Abyssus 487]

A man clasped in gold trimmed robes stepped out among the peaks, he held the flier in hand, letting out a hearty chuckle as he'd glance around, staring off into the distance as he'd murmur

 

"I see you're still continuing to impress my young subordinate, such ironclad morals, a being of pure purpose. Yes, I can hear your gods crying out, they were right to believe in your return, and you shall do them proud, child of Cerridwen."

 

He'd crumble up the flier, squeezing it into his fists as fire erupted from his palms, the pieces of the burnt flier blowing off into the wind as he'd curl his hands behind his back.

 

"Perhaps it's time to introduce more of your brothers into the fold.."

 

With a sudden turn he made a slight wave with his hand, continuing on his pilgrimage as he cautiously made his way downwards.

 

"They will all see the truth."

[MrMineLoveDude 299]

A small halfling child reads through the posture, scratching his neck as he furrowed a brow, "Ah don' understand." he'd simply murmur, grabbing his shovel and heading off elsewhere.

[DahStalker 3692]

Mare prodded at her lower-lip, musing out as she lay upon several fur pelts. Staring upwards the elfess soon grinned with a remark slipping from her lips. "A true Druid - Indeed, oh how Ouitt would chortle at this!" 

[Guest]

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