A WARNING TO ALL DRUII [Missive]

[Rayalia 537]

 

[!] Plastered across notice boards throughout Nevaehlen and the Watcher’s Roost is a short missive:

 

 

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Do not enter the lands of the Exilic Kingdom of Númendil. Any presence within the home of the Templar Adunians will be met with hostility and death.

 

Despite this threat, do not hold hate.

 

Do not meet their aggression in kind. Love them as one does a distant neighbor, for once they were friends. Respect them as descendants, for they too have their own souls. But stray from their peoples, their forests, and encounters across the continent if able, for both your own safety, and that of your kin.

 

Aspects Guide,

Sister Hummingbird

 

 

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[DragonofTaters 920]

An old woman stopped near one of the boards. Looking upon the words posted there, hand rising to rub at her temples. “Damnit Phaedra…what did you do now…”

[Junoix 2301]

The Keeper of the Glade reads over the missive with furrowed brows, chewing on her inner cheek. "Nedai must be warned." Sonna murmured, setting off to find the man.

[Periphonics 557]

Fal'leon blinks thrice upon reading this... "hah, tha' would r'quire me tae r'spec' d'scendan's in tha firs' place." He tuts, head shaking, "anyone who'd be foolish 'nuff tae e'er expec' descendan's t' do anythin' bu' mee' we stewards o' na'ure with resen'men' lives a life with glasses stained rosey. This is 'ow i' always goes, until they need us again."

[marsloll 1384]

"... Must have been her father who taught her to write this neat. You'd never think it by her looks." Came the idle hum of that Sister Nightshade, perhaps too focused on the penmanship to care about the contents of the paper!

 

"Actually, is this even by Phaedra? Where's the crayons?"

[Borin 7645]

[Prejudiced] Brother Franz waves his fist in the Druid's general direction "Go away! Stop disturbing the peace and corrupting our youth!" 

[Akrasia 265]

Somewhere within the Watcher's Roost comes an audible groan as yet another factor steps between the druid and the promises he has made.

[trinn 5128]

Raelwyn Vulnrith tapes an additional note underneath the one scattered within the Watcher's Roost.

🎕

 

Just put on shoes and remove the leaves, mayhaps a shower for some.

They won't know that you are druii then.

 

 

[AstriaS 4988]

Tar-Caraneth Aryantë, though she hadn't a clue regarding the context of this matter, was most pleased by this outcome. 

[Haseroth 1740]

An aging burgundian Landsknecht sits upon a far northern cliff side, smoking a Rauchsturm Cigarette while reading the missive which had found itself betwixt his digits. A hoarse chuckle escapes his lips, a passing memory of decades old images, that of the white tree and the one who had stood beneath it. He coughs a few times and clears his throat before crumpling the missive.

[Terry 2680]

An ever-aging wood elf read the missive with a raised eyebrow.

 

"Perhaps o'I'm due a visit to some ol' friends..."

 

The Harbinger of the Norvayn muttered, a soft smile hitting his features, he'd then pack his belongings, moving on from the town he had found himself in.

[christman 3529]

Cardinal Mattia jumped for joy. "Yahoo!!!!"

[lemonke 6014]

"THIS MACHINE WILL PROTECT THE PEOPLE OF NUMENDIL FROM THE TREE EVILDOERS!" An almost knightly machine spoke. It did not believe the words of the missive. It prepared its poleaxe to defend the Adunian people.

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Grammar fixes oops!!

[Wizry 1218]

"Ignore it. Phaedra's ailments are her own. We will go where we need to, to fight Ibleesian creatures and Ruin."

 

The Templar and his Druidic comrades would go where they pleased. If the Vale had issues holding their behaviour in check, such was their fate to be banished and removed from the relevancy of the world, doomed to the dustbin of history.

 

He had said it before; A group dedicated to the protection of nature that echoed an uncaringness of the outside world would be rejected from the world and fail to do their duty beyond all.

 

"Let's get wandering."

[xo31 3979]

"Maybe the Templars aren't that bad after all." spoke Master Super King Ultimate of the Void, Arthur, hater of the druids after they burnt his tavern down.