THE FIRST DRUIDIC INCURSION; 1642

[Space 2335]

aeran throws up a few gang signs 'didn't they like tell the shadow people to **** up right around the time i was almost KILLED' he then shakes my head.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Artimec writes to all Naelurir upon hearing whispers on the wind:

"It is not the place of the Naelurir to meddle ourselves in the politics of outside druids. It has proven always to be a childish, meaningless affair and detracts us from our duty to our people and our forest. Concern yourselves with the spread of our faith and let the other circles squabble amongst themselves."

[The Missing Draoi 5]

 

“

Political power suits those that have hidden in obscurity for eons. Those who wish to break bread with the ‘main’ circle to appease their wants. A strange, but logical move for those who have been hunted to switch upon someone else to be a scapegoat. Man has learned to survive, as those of the serpent have reared their head out of slumber.

Those of the ‘Old Hunt’, I would wish you more luck except you have succumbed to the ideals of love and emotion beyond the normal druidic thought. That of the Raven has led astray one of the true druids of the old, misguided him into insanity and chasing emotional barriers that can never be torn down. Let the Raven know her transgressions cannot continue any longer, unless she fights for as such. Those that hunt her will tear her apart, limb from limb. If she wishes to survive, she must try to respect the Horned Lord, do not cower in fear, do not run. You will face the trial and falsely be brave in the eyes of the hunt.

Those who follow the Raven, be prepared to either fight by her side or flee. Preservation is something that others must consider, you should not endanger yourself for the actions of another but only yourself. If you shall fight, bring steel and blood into a battle that you shall not win but the Aspects shall praise you for respecting their cycle. If you run from this battle, there is no shame, for honor is a concept of man and not of those who attempt to follow the true cycle of nature.

 

The ideological clash will be written with the strokes of a blade and the ink of crimson, those involved only know the outcome.

Blessed be the Hunt.

 

“

[Zindran 590]

"What a wonderful thing to come back to after en elven week of hunting.." The Axolotl Druid grumbled, before making his way back home with the other druids. "We're in for yet more drama that never ends. As is life as a druid. Never stopping hate between each other, never getting along, and never doing the smart things when they're needed most."

[JuniperSelkie 241]

Word of this finds its way to a long-lost fellow. Bright eyes peer out from under a tattered hood. "Circles innumerable..." A voice dry and hoarse with disuse murmurs. "It always ends the same..."

[JEEGK 1367]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it.