The Jackal's Manifesto

[ScreamingDingo 20568]

 

(By Wyldraven)

 

[!] A collection of writings from the maddened undead have been released to all those that wish to read it, curious or not. It peers into the mind of the former druid. [!]

 

 

 

 

 



(By koyotenahual)

 

The Aspects -  ? The False ?

 

When a druid comes to their initial connection, their mind is filled with the guise of the Mother and the Father. All beings that have been taught to those who wish to follow the guidance of nature. Though, do these visions alter themselves depending on what the man is taught? Will those who have been taught about the Shadow, see her embrace upon the connection to their form. Will those who have been taught not any Aspects, see the Mother and Father bestow their totem to their soul. What is the attunement of a druid is not the Aspects reaching you, what if they are indeed. False.

 

The Aspects are beings that have not transcended time, there are no recollections by the Wandering Wizard of the deific battles of the ‘Aspects’. They were brought into life through a ‘vision’, or perhaps a self-fabrication of man to justify the gifts that were bestowed to them from nature. The gifts of the druid are not false, they are real, tangible. Yet those who watch over the balance take no active role in anything, perhaps they are just figureheads which man has connected those of the druid to relate their passions to. For the people of Malin have fabricated this culture of the worshipping of the Aspects, yet nothing bountiful happens, nothing real is bestowed upon them. For culture is a fabrication of man, it has no right being part of the druid’s chosen path.

 

What if the Aspects are simply man’s way of rationalising the gifts that have been bestowed to the druid. One cannot believe that anything exists without a ‘force’ protecting it. All except the void, the ever ending shroud. Though perhaps nature itself takes properties of the void, it holds no moral code, it holds no restrictions. It is free. The Aspects are a creation which force this idea upon those who walk upon the trail, those who surrender their livelihoods for the benefit of the druids.

 

The Aspects do not intervene, they do not cause anything to happen. All of the secrets of the druid are held within, there is nothing additional that is granted. For we are all creations of nature itself, therefore we can utilise the gifts that nature has bestowed upon man. For we are the gift, for the gift is us. Cernunnos and Cerridwen are beings of ‘might’ that have been illustrated and connected to certain paths of the drui’. The Mother brings about fertility, life, birth. Yet the Father influences that of the hunt, death and the cycle itself. Even the whispers of the third, who sought to reclaim the walls of man and tear them down, to burn the bridges between nature and man and unite them once again. What if it is all, a lie.

 

If one would believe that the Aspects are false, but their powers still remain, unrestricted. It would mean that nature itself is in charge of this pact, this blessing upon you. One does not have to follow the grovelling of the Soul Mystics, or the suicidal zealotry of Xan’s lions. They are, free. As free as the users of the void themselves. They are not burdened by anything, but themselves. Their emotions, their teachings. You are a conduit of nature, you do not adhere to any rules that man and their cultures have forced down upon you. The trees grow and the grasses tangle themselves betwixt your toes. The only true Aspect of the druid, is the druid themselves. They can reach, this idea of the Aspects. We represent everything that the cycle represents. Death, life, rebirth, chaos, pain. Man is closer to nature than many think, do not stray from the primal instincts of yourself. In your gifts or demeanors. Nature can be controlled, much like a man itself. It can be angered, it can be tortured, it can kill.

 

Reflect on the teachings of self, strike away the idea of the Mother, the Father and the shadow. Meditate and reflect, on who truly controls you.

 

Yourself

 

The Jackal, The False Druid

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Abandon all love, Abandon all hope

 

Druids of these days are looked on for being weak, beings that obsess themselves with the feelings of friendship and love. Of warmth and care. As seen through the incursions of the undeath as of recent, the deals of previous Archdrui’ which have welcomed beings of disgust in their arms. Harboring criminals, meddling in affairs that the druid has no true obligation to fulfill. The ideology of the druid has grown, soft. Their minds able to be sculpted like fresh clay. All matters now affect the druid in their eyes, every being is important.

But, every being is not.

 

To befoul the gifts of nature is a crime that many commit, many that continue to do so even atop of the behemoth that idles around the coasts of Axios itself. The druids can be manipulated, they can twisted, deformed as man can. The drui’ must not be able to fall for such horrific gestures of deception. If a druid is corrupted, nature itself in turn is corrupted. Those of man succumb to the emotions which drive them, though not into a state of utility. It instead drives them into a mess, into a confused being. Godsmen even fall for the same vice, those who follow the Lion, the Soul mistress, even the Pure.

 

How can a druid combat this? How can one abandon their affliction of falling to the pain of betrayal, deceit? There is one cure, one way to overcome emotions. You must cause them in yourself and break all signs of weakness. That of betrayal must be felt and committed. Hatred must flow through the veins of yourself and must be caused in another. Love must be felt, then taken away with the force that shall shatter you completely. The greatest way to combat emotional torture, is to subjugate oneself to it willingly.

 

What this may mean will bring attention to my writings. To point out flaws between my hatred of emotions clouding judgement, why would you experience them if they are bad? A druid is a vessel for the guardianship of nature, nothing more. Once those voices enter your head after the blessed vision that sweeps over you, in the cold waters of the gateway to nature’s true bounty. Once that pact has been made between soul and flesh, you are not only yourself. You endanger more than yourself, or your friends and family. You become part of nature itself, you cannot fail it.

So, the radical thought shall be proposed. If a druid wishes to transcend beyond others, they must force themselves or others to experience all emotions that tear apart mortal men. Love must be extinguished, hatred must be fueled. Wives and children of the druid, must be maimed for the druid themselves to reflect on their position in the world. Lovers must be torn asunder, enemies must be successful against them. Druids can hasten this cycle, a way of preparing their brothers for the True Hunt, it comes in time. Moons shall cycle, many will fall when nature reclaims its bounty.

 

Once a druid experiences these, or even subjugates others to the horrors that man could never face. Nature can be manipulated in that very way. One can impose hatred into the plant, one can impose death into grass. Emotions are not only felt by man, everything in this world harbors emotion. Man is the only being that can be destroyed by emotion, do not allow this to become true of the druids.

 

Destroy yourselves, then rebuild


 

The Jackal, The False Druid
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



(By Deligaris)

 

Challenge the Balance.

 

Balance, this is something that is vital in the idea of common druid philosophy. The forces of life and death constantly hang on a scale, balanced. Every action is permitted and has a consequence, no matter what. The idea of not intervening having the origins of not ‘breaking the balance.’ Growing things to restore the balance that has been outweighed by man, there are many of situations that the druids use this to justify their actions. The balance.

 

Though, the balance is something that is altered and never the same. Every interpretation of it leads to some sort of twisted, convoluted definition that each druid holds onto with their dear life. For when I was in life, this was seen with the High Elves and their ideal of purity, a political power used by the Sohaer to ensure that the population adhered to their standards. The ‘purity’ of Uradir quite different to the Izalith’s interpretation, every leader moulding it to fit their purpose. This is what the balance has now become, a pawn used by the current druids to justify their actions, nothing more, nothing less.

 

If the balance was ‘truly’ regulated, then the purpose of the druid would extend further than nature. Peacekeeping and interference in conflicts would be essential, because every battle, every confrontation strains upon nature’s resources and scars the land with blood and ash. Nature does not ever work on the idea of balance, it is instead a cycle which is ever constant. The balance of life and death is something that has been interpreted to grow to the stagnancy of those who are blessed with these gifts. For every death, a life must be given, for every forest cut down, another is regrown. This does not happen, not even in a scale of broadness. The balance does not exist, for nature does not adhere to such principles. Things such as ‘honor’ and ‘justice’, creations of man are things that can be balanced. These are things that man can regulate, for these are forces that lay within man. Man cannot alter nature’s cycle, man cannot uphold a ‘balance’.

 

So, if there is no balance, why do druids do anything? Druids are tasked as protectors of nature, they are not to keep balance and normalcy. They are there as zealots who uphold nature’s foothold in the lands of man. They ensure that nature does not fade away into obscurity, is not destroyed by the influence of the ever-growing abyss or by man itself. Nature cannot be destroyed, and the druids ensure as such. The purpose of a druid is different depending on each person who has been granted the gift. Though, in general. A druid must uphold the will of nature and ensure that man does not overcome it any further. The radical thought, that many may reject. That man is infact a plague upon nature, it restricts it and deprives it of its power. Though, I do not wish to have readers call upon such claims with distaste, this is to simply inform others that the notion of the balance is indeed false.

 

The purpose and selection of druids is something that I may also contend, but for once it does not attack the circle of the mother. They do use techniques to filter out those who wish to follow the path, albeit their selections may be flawed, they ultimately are unaligned with anything but themselves. The Naelurir follow the structure of the claim of the ‘balance’. Fabricated to justify the means of people. Those of the Hawk’s kin undergo trials, yet they are selected based on actions with their society. Within the constructs of man. For they are chosen through the worth of those to the Archdruid themselves. Soldiers of cruelty and potential lovers are granted the gifts by the society of the ‘ame. For druids should not hold any affiliation with nation, or man, their very existence contradicts the way of the druid. To protect the banner of people is something that a druid should not do, to protect a city. For walls restrict nature, they choke upon the freedom that it grants, forcing it into the qualms of man and revoking its status.

 

Early in my crazed state of madness, I openly challenged the Hawk, the latter proceedings did not bode well with many, including myself. When one is torn from life for protecting the druid and forced into a life of submission, it affects one in strange ways. Yet, this permanent state of undeath I now live in allow me to reflect upon my actions, to reflect upon everything I have seen in life and now death. I went about exposing the Naelurir wrongly, I challenged the very nation-state it protected. For now I shall write and simply mention the system that is used. It may not cause change, or it may. This is simply what I write to occupy the endless amount of time I now face. If the Naelurir wish to follow the true path of druidism, they will reflect and realise that protecting their people goes against their very gifts. Man is not a priority when blessed by nature, they are a second thought. Yet if one is too weak to understand such contrasts, perhaps they must seek solitude in the silence, their gifts removed. Lovers and potential harem-women of the Hawk must not keep the gift that plagues them. They must simply relinquish the fact, or be under the guidance of man itself, not nature.

 

There are only few absolutes in the idea of druidism, the rest are up to interpretation. This is simply mine, a dedicant who spent alot of time observing the insolence of the druids. A druid who was reluctantly attuned, and who fell protecting the grove from the undeath threat. Now a husk of my former self, but wiser, knowing of the true consequences the gift has.

 

Break the false ideas, once again druids, challenge your own viewpoints. One must reflect, meditate and act on their true purpose. The druids cannot be sheep, they must be unique and more than men.

 

The Jackal, The False Druid.

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(By UltimaDX)

 

 

The Shroud - The Ever Consuming Abyss

 

The Canvas, what the druid are once they have went upon the task of self-reflection, blank and awaiting their own true course. Though, it is what defines a druid and allows them to find their path, to understand their true choosing.

 

Druidism is a blessing which does not make you ‘special’, it does not make you able to abuse nature itself. What druidism truly does is tap into the innate wisdom of man itself, it lifts the shroud which covers the eyes of the ignorant. This shroud, is something that is not lifted immediately. Many druids do not reach this level of enlightenment in their many years of life, because it requires a full abandonment of ones own morals. The void is an all consuming, all destructive being which those who lift their shroud peer into with ease, compared to those who follow the whims of the deific beings. They understand the true cycle, they understand their purpose and why mankind does not matter in any regard.

 

The shroud reveals the secrets of the world once lifted, it shows those who are truly dedicated of what actions matter, and what actions do not. In the endless cycle and struggle to those who take part in it. Human emotion and connection disturbs the shroud, it strengthens its veiling of the true knowledge that one may understand once they reach their true potential. Once a druid has lifted their shroud, then they are able to reform into a being of nature itself. Perhaps, even a guardian of its endless, eternal cycle. For the druids who congregate in numbers, dilute their passions, they weaken their aims to accommodate more than themselves. Nature is not caring, nature is not wanting to have everyone ‘be together’. Individuality is essential, strength in numbers only matters when the individuals inside them are weak. If that is the case, then there is no point of living. One must be their own self and not rely upon others for their cause, for their purpose.


 

Now, I shall speak on the violent, vicious vice that grasps upon the realms of every land that man has stood upon. The Void, the all consuming darkness, it is the opposite of life and death. It is an entity separate from everything natural, for it is the creation of anti-life itself. Death is not anti-life, for death leaves remnants of its path, a trace of its journey. Yet the void only consumes, it only devours all that wish to succumb to its gifts. Through choice, or forcefully. If nature shall survive, then the connection between man and void must continue to be severed ever further. When man combines with the void itself, in its truest form. Then I believe, the world shall start the clock of its destruction. Nature cannot stop the ever-consuming Abyss. Those of the undeath are a twisted amalgamation of the void and life, which must also be hunted. Though, the undeath do not pose a threat in the ascension of man-void-kind. For they are limited, bound, they are beings that have inevitably been brought into the cycle of nature ever since the Betrayer’s spawn roamed the lands of the shield.

 

The next step in becoming a druid of knowledge, is to peer into the darkness that is the void itself. Learn of it, understand the unfathomable horrors that it holds. Man and Nature are not what shall destroy all life, but it is the void itself. Reflect upon such knowledge, those who read these journals. The Season of the Hunt has not began, though it draws closer.


 

The Jackal, The False Druid.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(By V-Trooper)

 

The Horrors of the Shroud

 

The shroud is the very veil that breaks between seeing the horrors of the void, and blissful ignorance. As talked about previously, the consuming Abyss of the void now lies on the edges of all beings. It’s very presence is felt throughout all societies and the isles as a whole. Notions of strange voidal activity, mages enacting rituals of grandeur which levitate mountains from their crevices and have the ability to scar the land of nature. The chaotic nature of the void leaks out to all things that live, and all things that don’t. The weaponization of elements because their voidal properties is something that has become clear in the last years. The mages of the void are continually expanding their power and influence. What is left is the biproduct of the horrors that the abyss truly draws out.

 

We are on a tilt, those who are druid and those who are man. The balance of nature and the void is something that breaks and falters every lying minute of this world. The commonplace of magic has allowed for its influence to seep in, the toxic abyss staining against all. There are societies that focus on the practitioning of this horrific, unnatural act. Those of the ‘pure’, the ‘aheral. There are societies which hide themselves in the crevices of the world, ‘academies’ that try to preach that the void is the way, it is the ultimate truth. Yet, the void will destroy all. It is the ultimate evil, not any of the gods themselves. Even the gods fear the void.

 

I have previously spoken of the coming hunt, yet the first cogs are in motion. The world is distraught and suffering. Nature bends and squeals at the whims of the void, and what shall happen? Those of drui’ and man must realise its power and destroy it with the fervent nature of evil it brings. This even comes from a construct made of undeath, a being bound to the servitude of ‘evil’. It shows the direness of the situation and what must happen, to protect the world in its entirety.

 

The hunt must begin against the void, to push it back into the dark recesses that it flows from. For if the experimentation and expansion of the void continues, it will leak into a force that nothing will be able to stop. Not nature, not man, not the gods. Even those of the undeath should fear the eternal abyss, it is a fate even worse than their current. So persecute and hunt those who scar the lands with the void, destroy those who relish in its power and abuse it at the expense of nature.

 

So, the void mages must be quelled, hunted. I call upon those who feel the calls of the wild, and those who wish to protect their livelihoods. Destroy all products of the void, destroy all influences it has upon man itself. You must not allow for the void to pass through the shroud, for once that happens, even the Betrayer would not wish that upon anybody.

 

Protect yourselves from the void, and hunt it to extinction. Nature cares not about the force which has brought about every destruction of all lands, it has brought upon the death of empires and civilisations. It has destroyed animals and habitats that they dwell in, the selfish, ever-consuming void must be removed.

 

The hunt has nearly begun, we simply now choose those that shall hear the call and be tested.

 

The Jackal, The False Druid

 

 

 

 

 

 

(By Konnee)

 

 

 

Men have legs, they shall be used.

 

The stagnancy of the drui’ has been brought about by the idea of nationhood and society that man has forced into all aspects of life. One cannot survive without a nation, many must be united to not get destroyed by the politics of man. Though, why must the drui’ adhere to such stereotypes, establish themselves as a nation to take part in the quarrels that do not concern them. Why is this, are the druids consumed by vices that only man should succumb to? Is it the wealth and riches that come with nationhood, the security or even the comfort?

 

Though, many may try to justify that the druid is like the tree. It’s roots buried beneath the surface, ever expanding and growing outwards which would lead to obvious stagnancy. Though, we are not trees. (Except those who have taken the burden of guardianship). Neverless, man and all its creatures have legs. We are able to move, we are able to traverse distances and move from where we live. The druids should use these legs, they should not stay atop creatures they have bound to unnatural servitude, or shall they stay within the walls they cower behind.

 

The notion of travelling and pilgrimage should be expressed profusely throughout the culture of the druid, and their livelihood. One cannot enact the proposed ‘balance’ they worship if they cannot observe the world. They cannot do anything except twiddle their thumbs and fornicate to their hearts content, as many currently do. If you do wish to focus upon the notion of balance that many praise and worship, then one must migrate from the bosom of the mother. The isles are a place that are filled with dangers and horrors that most minds cannot comprehend. The druid must not live in blissful ignorance, for that is a waste of their gifts and serves no-one but themselves.

 

There are scourges of taint which border the former bastion of the draco-lich, there are remnants of the lands of the shield in the far north of Tahn. There are forests of bountiful growth, of creatures of gargantuan proportions, as there are frozen wastelands which boast creatures which have learned to survive the ultimate horrors that nature can befall upon nothing. Yet most druids do not know of such, they do not know of the torched battlefields of man, they do not know of the voidal scars that litter the lands. All they know are their ‘homes’, something that should not be part of a druid’s life. For if a home is established for a druid, then their purpose is diverted to solely that home. They cannot focus on the greater picture of the Isles, instead they take care of the emotional burdens that befit them from the appeasing of man’s vice. Love.

 

So the druid must be constantly moving to prove their mind that they are worthy of the gifts. They must experience many things that shall mould someone, for an ignorant druid is like handing a peasant a crossbow. A dangerous, idiotic pawn. I gesture to all drui’kind to visit places you have not before, preferably places that man does not dwell. Do not visit civilisations and cities where the influence of man is in its peak, visit places where nature still has a foothold. Places where man has not touched, but nature still grips onto. Places where perhaps the void intrudes upon nature, perhaps places where nothing has been affected since the dawning of days. Meditate and pray at these areas, learn them. Feel their heartbeats flow through your mind like a river. For this shall eventually be your battleground for the oncoming Season of the Hunt. Learn of nature and embrace it in its entirety. The tranquility and the madness of the wilds will strengthen the druid.

 

Do not be a tree that stagnates and dies after thousands of years, be the creature which hunts and flourishes for only a few years. Be what sword is to man, be the extension of nature itself. Protect it and hunt for it, the tides shall turn soon where nature shall truly strike against its foes, but until then. Prepare.

 

The Jackal, The False Druid.

 

                   

 

 

 

 

 

(By Alextooth.com)

 

 

Scream into the darkness and it echoes back

 

The teachings of the drui’ are well kept, hidden amongst all members for their darkest, former secrets. The Aspects do not act as a duo, but apparently act as three. Exploring what each of these beings represent can align a druid to their purpose, though if one undergoes the teachings of these aspects, they must stay true to them. If you do not serve nature itself, then serve one of these maddened gods who influence certain sects of nature and dwell into what seperation it shall cause amongst the druids.

 

The ‘three’ sects can be represented by the current makeup of the practitioners of the gifts. Cerridwen, Cernunnos and the Darkness, for her name should not be uttered because of the consequences it shall bring to all mankind.

 

Cerridwen is represented by the current ‘Mother Circle’ druids, which makes sense according to their name. The cycle of life and birth is preserved here, though with this sect of druidism an obvious downfall is the proneness to stagnancy. The growth and nurturing of beings follow guidelines which become reminiscent of the isolationist policies of the drui’. This is arguably one of the sects which have emotions lead their actions above practicality. Family and fellow druids are preserved and cherished, anyone who penetrates this norm shall feel its wrath. Though such wrath is the one that is the easiest to escape from. The ‘caretakers’ of nature is arguably what these druids could be called, but even that stretches their current importance to the balance.

 

Cernunnos, The Horned Father. The Aspect of the wilds and the hunt. He is all that is brutal and wild about nature. The representation of the hunt and predatory instincts are enacted by the ‘Naelurir’ circle which resides within the Dominion. I dislike how these druids are picked but they are chosen through their soldiers, these druids are known for their protection against city and wrath against all that harm it. It is a grand shame that they cannot channel such ferocity into the protection and enactment of the will of nature. These druids and those who follow the Horned Father, such as myself, would be the most powerful of these druids if their cause was not skewed by their protection of the city. The Naelurir are the most prone to other paths compared to the Mother Circle, they will stray past their bounds and realise their true paths eventually. This perhaps could be akin to some primal urge that mirrors the wood elven woman’s call for the tree, perhaps the soldiers that have been bloodied will eventually hear nature’s true call.

 

The Darkness, the third has always been a discussion that was kept under the wraps of the druids. Those who know of their influence will not need to be informed further. I will not expose all to their teachings, for I know many reside amongst the Mother Circle and the Naelurir, disgraced and in hiding for their servitude to this being. This is a deserving fate, they represent things in nature that cannot be enacted by all, only those who deserve and are chosen to do as such. If you hide amongst these structures, ensure you enact the eventual calling of the Darkness. For if not, you shall be hunted down for not following this path to its truest form. This path is the one that is the most righteous of nature’s will, though many cannot understand the selflessness it assumes and turn into creatures of disgust and filth which tarnish its name.

 

For whatever path you follow, there is one thing you must do.

You must eventually become luminescent.

 

The Jackal, The False Druid

 
 

 

 

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

"Interesting." comments the voidal horror Y'Golekraj

[ThatGuy_777 220]

Guyden goes about recording the writings meticulously, an apparent scowl on his face all the while "...Faith will never cease to impress." He mutters to himself. Tucking the transcripts away, he carries on.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

2 hours ago, Hero_ said:

Ser Maxwell reads through the manifesto, blinking thrice. "That was edgy."

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Jimmy Two-shoes sees Maxwell 'the Mediocre' read in the square and promptly snickers at the footman seeing that he is no knight in his eyes!

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3 hours ago, Hero_ said:

Ser Maxwell reads through the manifesto, blinking thrice. "That was edgy."

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How original. Such good writing, vastly superior prose - where did you learn to speak like that?

Says kairn calithil

[MrMineLoveDude 299]

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