Axis

As the sun rises over the horizon, its rays lay serenely over the Oasis Grove, granting warmth and beauty to which it hits. As those within the grove awaken, to a somewhat peaceful day the sounds of a shrill shriek ruin the tranquility of the druidic peace and in-turn replaced with both curiosity and fear. Once close to the scene it would be shockingly clear what caused such a reaction, in the middle of the grove lay a charred and burnt body of a wood elf. It had markings over both back, arms and chest, with a deep scar over his face, though the body was quite ashed and somewhat caved, the murmurs of those around would make it clear the body was of brother bull. Two notes would be found, one in similarly charred fashion which would indicate that it was on his person at the time and another in near pristine condition, clearly placed afterwards. Charred Note: Pristine Note: Solitude. A situation in which you are forced to be alone. Often used as a device of torture, as we all crave the feeling of belonging and being welcomed, whether it through one means or another. The requests were simple, no threats were made nor any hostilities present and yet I am informed that was the immediate reaction, how unfortunate that my blissful ignorance was removed from me by such words. There was no response penned, no one cared to and in the responses stead I was informed of the reactions of those present, as well as those hidden behind closed doors. Archdruids, the mother continues to be disappointed in your actions. She expected more from her children, the way one so quickly brought anger and frustration out of their soul was an interesting tale. Very displeasing that it was towards your own brethren, instead of those who threaten the natural order. The father continues to look elsewhere from the ‘Mother Grove’ for his guidance, as is natural for when his children choose to ignore a message why should he bother to send any more. Cracks in the walls and fissures in the ground, ones made by the circle’s to divide each other. We do not stand for any singular circle of existence, we do not believe in such trivial matters. Although it is clear you do, it is clear that through whispers here and there, that the divide between brother and sister grows by the day. Not by action, no. By mere words, by the passing of words from one to another and instilling an idea that you are inherently different in differing circles. My associate understood the risks. My requests are still simple. I await the response.

The Druidic Order. An order which all druids, past and present, become members of once attuned. Becoming something much bigger than themselves, joining a family in which we bond and a brotherhood in which we swear to serve the ideals of the Aspects. Groves rise and groves fall, circles thrive and circles dissolve but the Order is eternal. For the Order to strive one mustn't believe themselves the authority to speak, or act, on behalf of it. As the Order stands for all members within, not all members within stand for the Order. Speak on behalf of one’s self, or on one’s circle and do not imagine yourself the exception, regardless of titles held (whether self appointed or circle voted). The Aspects, Blessed Be Them, allowed us into their presence and granted their followers nature’s boon to be used at their behest. Guarding and preserving the natural order is our primary duty, such a burden is undertaken by the true children of the Aspects and followed through without a word against such, as is expected. It is, however, seen that the circle that have proclaimed themselves the title of “The Mother Circle” have slowly been ignoring their duties and in their stead have chosen to forgo assisting in the preservation of the natural order by claiming that they are to not get involved with affairs of nations, or even other deity groups. Claiming that it is not in their best interest, simply showing that their own thoughts are put ahead of the Aspects. The mother be disappointed while the father aids those worthy. Archdruids of the aptly named ‘Mother Circle’, whom harbour coddled brothers and sisters, your representative at the recent meeting within the library of Dragur had calmly exclaimed their business in speaking for the Order as well as not taking in action in which to keep the natural order that those present so happily cause an imbalance within. A simple request is handed to you, Archdruid of the ‘Mother Circle’. Simple admission of the already known information that you, the ‘Mother Circle’, do not and cannot speak and/or act on the Order’s behalf. As well as the promise to uphold the natural order through action, not words and join the purge of corruption, just as they attempted a purge of the pure. Signed, Axis.