SEVERANCE

[hearth_ 1023]

 

SEVERANCE

 

 

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These missives have since been taken down, but remain in the hands of whoever might’ve collected the originals.

 

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I am done pretending that silence is wisdom. Every sacrifice that has been asked of me to make, I’ve done so gladly - much to the detriment of those who choose to love me. I have bled for it. I’ve stripped away every selfish desire for comfort, for possessions. Even kindness was a luxury I felt I couldn’t afford if I was to Serve truly and with absolute humility. I’m certain many of you have come to associate my Totem with noise. But never did most in our ranks care to see a lone Mali’ trying to hold our Elders accountable. Trying to warn the continent of a coming scourge.   And what has that earned me? The signing of a death sentence that went unfulfilled, demanded by a Druid who couldn’t keep their mind made up long enough to honor their word. I was told to say my farewells. Gather my courage. Accept my passing. I broke the hopes of my wife for this chance to give myself in totality to our Aspects. And then, not a few months later - I was told to go to another ‘Elder’. That it was she who would weigh the worth of my Soul.    And for this cost under the guise of promise I received nothing. Not even the dignity of closure. Because that’s all those of us who aren’t in this wretched clique of jaded Druii are - ants scuttling about, being picked and chosen not based on faith or accomplishment, but by how easily one might let go of their values to blend in. How quickly they crumble and yield to archaic fools who want nothing but absolute control over the Aspects’ Servants.   By now I have no doubts a few of you may think me prideful. Entitled. But that wrong alone is not what drives me to speak out now. My dearest friend, the one I have followed, admired, and defended… You changed them just the same as I had asked. But I’ve heard a rumor, Druii of Illivira, that this process was a treacherous one. I do not know if this means you forced them into it. I do not know if they were content to make this transition - because they can’t remember enough to talk to me about it.    What have you done?   Do you know what this tells me? Not that our most sacred Gifts are entrusted to the devout. Certainly not that it was the Song or Aspects that denied me. No. It was mortals who pretend to know what’s best for the Wilds no matter their delusion.   I know my place in this world. My Soul belongs to the Aspects, to be used in the preservation and service of their Creations. But what have you become? If I could be so bold as to make a recommendation - Gatekeepers. Politicians. Druii who have strayed far from their path of servitude.   Know when I say this, it is not the Song or Aspects that I condemn. It is you. This Order. This hollow carapace of a ‘family’ suffocating from its self-importance. I will not kneel to Druids who cannot even keep to their oaths. My life will not be spent by people who cannot even look me in the eye when they deny me.   Whatever ties I had to this Order are severed. You lost me long before I had the justification to stand in protest. May this organization rot and be built anew.    I hope that when you all remember humility the Aspects rejoice in your homecoming.   I will not wait any longer.  The Harvest Druid

 

 

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hey to be real clear here there's no ooc beef pls keep it irp

 

[lemonke 6014]

Ehiba once more prayed for brother Harvest. She too agreed the old druid order had grown stale and passive, to the point all was burning and none sought to help their kin out of fear. Too selfish and would rather kneel than to help those that weren't from their circle.

 

She knew something new ought to be forged from the ashes of the current shattering, and with a self-nod. It seemed her decision to sever herself fully was chosen as well. Yet, all could change, perhaps in this upcoming Moot, her hope for the druid order may flourish once more, and still, she'd be sure to reach out Harvest upon her return, and to help him out.

[DragonofTaters 920]

A simple letter finds its way to Thalen, carried by a squirrel. 
 

“You never returned. Come back. Stop being dramatic and talk. That was a ‘go-and-come-back’ situation.”

 

Written in crimson, dripping down the parchment. No signature, just the smell of an aspen forest lingering upon it…

[Chuuwys 502]

Were she awake to see the missive, or alert enough with the strength to travel such a distance, Suliin knows she would see that missive and nod. That her heart would sing in harmony to a brother's plight. A grieving sympathy to the muds he waded in past. An agreement on principles and values.

 

Instead, till the time all are to meet, she slumbers in exhausted sopor. Her own soul similarly dimmed by a grueling year or hardship on all fronts, and too many missing pieces to ever truly put them together in wake.

[NightcastorKitty 2779]

The missive made its way to the Glade Keeper. Her hand brushing away kulia dust from her fingers that she had used to mark another of their kin's departed within the quiet grove. The Fawn's head tilts at what was spoken. A quiet pondering as she reflects upon the conversation with the young druid not to long ago and how she enjoyed the viewpoints given. A new perspective? A new way to view a gift? Out of many she had to protect and watch over, aid in their burdens and regrets. Perhaps... 

 

Yet with what has happened so recently and an urgency of an upcoming moot, to relay her ponderings had fallen away. One of many that didn't seem like a massive urgency at this point in time. And thus, she places the parchment down and continues to delicately paint more grave markers. 

[MayRndz 1830]

A low snort escaped the riptide as she glanced over the missive, her form crouched beneath the sprawling boughs of an Aelwyn tree. For a Druid so quick to throw tantrums over his own lack of communication, she thought, one would assume he’d be less eager to share his “blessings.”

 

His fixation on conformity drew another, slightly louder snort from her before she extended the parchment toward Adriel. 

“I am glad this drama never reaches you,” she murmured, amusement tugging at her voice. @Aeus

[Rig 17580]

The King of the Demons looked towards Skulltaker ( @Shadowy).

 

"It seems that instead of attempting to avenge their dead, they have resorted to infighting once again. They are not too dissimilar to our friends in the Black Church. Perhaps we should do them a favor and remind them who their true enemies are."

 

With a chortle, the king and his loyal lieutenant continued their journey through Western Azura.

[Slorbin 2932]

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