Twice Fold~A Message To The Elven Humans

[racingbrother 226]

The Druids of Malinor stand atop the hill across the valley of flowers, brushed up against a few different trees in the forest. They all look upon one another, quite satisfied with their work.

 

 

The majority of the Druids turn around, heading back towards the Grove. Only a few linger about still, one of them being Arch Druid Dover, the Arum Druid. He shouts across the valleys, his words flowing over the newly bored family of leaves. His wails reach the ears of those who are inside of the city of Len'evaral...

 

"To those of you who reside in this city, let it be known that the Druii shall never stop conjuring trees in this valley until they stay here in peace! You can continue to cut them down, but we shall only continue to grow them up! You can continue to swing your axe, but in return, we shall only sift our bonemeal! It is your choice, Human Elves, whether or not you wish for this war amongst us to stop. You can continue to devastate the trees we grow, only for us to plant them back twice fold, or  you can leave them in peace, to sway in the wind in happiness."

 

He follows his fellow druids, who rustle leaves in the forest to the northeast, back to the grove, saplings and bonemeal overflowing out of his pockets and onto the ground.

 

((An OOC note to high elves; if and when you wish for the trees to stay, or even when you want to rid of the trees, we /will/ help you in both cutting down the trees and building much nicer and prettier ones. ^.^ ~racing))

[Swgrclan 2682]

The Shadow Druid had stayed behind, even after the speech had been made, to survey the area while his brothers and sisters had made their way back to the Grove. Much to his displeasure, the White Rose had their way with him after they arrived to the High-Elven city (most-likely having been sent a message in "distress") and the Druid was forced to stagger back to his home with an arrow implanted into his shoulder; though, the wound upon his ashen flesh was not all that was disturbed by both the High-Elves and the appearance of their human allies.

Even after being given a fair lesson (and warning) by the towering Ent Riel'a, the "Human-Elves" kept close to their promise of desecration of Nature and the trees they had planted with the reassurance of "protection" by the White Rose -- and in turn had drained any patience the Druid of Shadows had retained for the pale-skinned Mali.

 Should they exhibit such abhorrent disrespect once again, leniency will not be shown.

[E__V__O 2000]

[Song Druid 1486]

Standing tall and resolute from the forest overlooking the city, Riel'a observes the trees being burned, and withdraws to the shadows of the trees, chunks of stone still falling from her shoulder from where she'd embedded herself into the gatehouse wall.

 

 

 

 

 

".................................................................................These................................................................................................are......................................................................no.........................................................................children of........................................................................................Malin."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As she disappears from sight, only her footsteps serve as a reminder of her existence, vibrating the earth with each stride.

[gabriel101x1 463]

((Please change the font colour for people on mobile devices. ))

[Sporadic 2844]

A flashy, flamboyant note was pinned into the stone wall with a heavy nail. It was set directly across from the druids original mewling. The written letters were huge and obnoxious, like a toddler skirting across parchment.

 

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Opening soon: The Lin'evaral lumber company!

 

Lumber aplenty for a reasonable price! 

Come one come all! Supplies seemingly endless!

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[Merkaken 516]

A flashy, flamboyant note was pinned into the stone wall with a heavy nail. It was set directly across from the druids original mewling. The written letters were huge and obnoxious, like a toddler skirting across parchment.

 

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Opening soon: The Lin'evaral lumber company!

 

Lumber aplenty for a reasonable price! 

Come one come all! Supplies seemingly endless!

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(( LOL made me laugh so hard.))

 

Iheiuh stared down at the massive amounts of trees and sighed. "They threaten us... With trees... My, these Druids are quite the intelligent bunch..." The sarcasm seemed to practically drip off of his words as he trotted off back into the city.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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