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Ehiba scratched her chin, nodding to the turtle guardian. "Hai, we have escaped the grasp of the demon emperor and the Igarashi's tyranny, we are slaves no more. I am not going to bow to any Emperor, not at all." She sighed. "Kiku-sama is a unique case. I would just nod to him!"

Within our blessed sanctuary, those graced by the divine gift of nature; whether from another Kami or from Chiyoko-sama herself, they came together to fight evil and protect the cycle of life as it should be. No matter the differences, whether Fae, human, elf, or even dwarf, practitioners of Shizen No Shito, or simple natural wielders or priestesses of wood, we stand in unison. We share the same foes and the same duties. And so, the Order of the Wreath was forged with simple rules of cooperation: to remain active, to become a menace to those of the dark and put fear into their restless hearts, and to create a collective force to fight off, firstly, the mountain, and secondly, Mordring and her hordes, or any similar wicked entity. Nevertheless, all signatures must: Never fall to evil or false belief. Xionists, Ibleesians, and the mountain god are our enemies. We stand against them and will leave no one behind. Aid one another. Members of the Wreath are bound to help each other. There is no ignoring and no selfishness; we are selfless in our pursuit to aid our fellows and preserve the cycle of life, even if it means sacrificing our own safety. Value freedom. There is no single leader in this order, no high law or national rule to follow. Each of us carries our own cultures of nature, which must be respected. Should disagreements arise, meetings will be held to resolve them. Be it for unnatunament within the members or other issues. Maintain communication. It is wise to let either The Aspen, Ehiba, Ichika, or the Magnolia know of new members who join. Communication must be upheld to avoid our order becoming needless chaos and to avoid spies. 聖翔 恵刃 Symphony Druid, Yamabushi Of The Sanctuary And Okami Of The Kōyōmachi, Seisho Ehiba Brother Kodiak Hierophant of the Druidic Order, Servant of the Wilds, The Aspen, Wicker Druid Sasha Sister Gemstone Malîna Aavik Volcano Druid, Sil, High Priestess of the Wild Faith & Priestess of Vesper Druid, Gul’ash, High Priestess of the Wild Faith & Luna’illi Magnolia Druid, Arle Sirame-Vulnrith, High Priestess of the Wild Faith and Sha’maidan The Harvest Druid ,Thalen Thurien Lady Kato Ichika Solar Druid, Purple Butterfly Samurai, Monk of Nichi Jin, Yamabushi, Clan Head of Kato, The Tōshi-Ga of Koyo Kuni, and Barrel Princess ︶︶୨୧︶︶ Private information for those who attended the meeting(OOC: Do not metagame): Among the members of the Wreath, it was proposed that, as a last resort, we use the gift of the Mani to summon Rahar, the Tiger Mani of rebellions known among the Oyashimen as the lesser Kami Oijin, father of sacrifices, to aid us in fighting the tyrant mountain Kami, and to stand unite atthe siege as to use our gifts at the best of our capabilities. Our primary symbol for recognizing one another will be a crown of flowers: three plants, with a white one at the center, a red one on the right, and a violet one on the left. We have to be wary, for there are those who may abuse our blessing to disturb the balance. Lastly, thanks to Gul’ash’s ingenious plan, we are to contact the ancient tree Kyorli and convince it to join our order and cause. It may be our best next move. ︶︶୨୧︶︶

A necromancer throws this missive into the flames 🔥

Bonus of my necro:

The Spider, in her slumber would be wearing thr crown of their felled king. She truly wondered what has been happening to Silasia and if they had truly returned.

Ehiba cries as she was reminded of Takemura's death.

"HOLY SHIT! AND I THOUGHT I WAS EVIL." Smilebone, the slumbering necromancer could not believe this. The empire was controlled by Gashadokuro!

"VICTOOOOOOOOR, NOOO!" A sleeping necromancer screamed.

Ehiba had fought through the array of enemies alongside her comrades, her blade soaked with blood and ectoplasm as she slew both mortal and immortal foes. At times, she had to risk her life to save her own friends—especially the geisha she had taught to become strong. Fortunately, none of those she sought to protect had perished under her watch, and thus, the Oyashimen emerged victorious. A smile settled on the elder geisha’s lips. For the first time in her life, she had truly begun enjoying battle—such long-standing fights. “We live another day, breevers and sistahrs! The mountain has no HISTORY, but WE DO!! REMEMBER THAT!!”

I think this is a good attempt. I like it.

Why does Suji stinks?

[!] Small constructs with the likeness of a Geisha but made of stones and wood, or birds would fly around to precise individuals connected to druidism, and hidden from any public eye, unless the content itself was shared. Minasan, konnichiwa! I bring you this letter in an attempt to create a foundation, a bridge between our circles. Not one of politics, wreathed in whispers of power and domination, but one of freedom and future; a wooden-carved path of ambition. No less, have you not seen the wicked hordes of Mordring, or the bloodlusting remnants of Gashadokuro, and more, always taking advantage of the cycle of life—slaughtering druids and desecrating all that we stand for? How are they united at times in their pursuit of evil? Yet, in our case, what I have seen happening is that we come together once, heal a piece of land, only to return to the same process of being beaten down by everyone, while they reach deep into the eternal forest to corrupt the world. We must become a threat to them, ensuring they will think twice before crossing our duties. This is not meant as an insult to any of you reading this. War is fearsome; conflict, exhausting, I understand that. Yet, as Oijin-sama, the tiger Kami, known to you as Rahar, watches over my land, I, too, in my eternal spirit of rebellion and strength, choose to fight the tyranny of darkness, whether by myself or not, I'm ready to sacrifice everything for everyone. I do not wish to be a leader. I wish to stand beside you and forge a new alliance—a squadron bound not by command, but by purpose. One to support each other, to end the infighting, and to save the world from the chains of evil. This is an invitation only for those who continue to fight and desire to forge something together that will last ages. I will judge you not, should you choose not to move forward or try something anew. Still, if you accept, share this letter with those you deem worthy and wise enough to carry our blessing. Consequently, only the dutiful servants of nature who stand above all others, for we require only the best. Meet me at my Sanctuary when the time is right in Koyo-Kuni. Remember: we are not alone. And should you ever doubt, my shoulders will be a wall to lean on, my ears will heed your cries, and my heart will soothe your sorrows. Odaiji ni, friends. I await. Where the tiger roars, and the sun scatters. P.S. Bring food for the tigers. 聖翔 恵刃 Seisho Ehiba