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Fluttering parchments are posted all across town
Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 9:19 pm
A reward of 10 silver is offered for anyone coming forward with information on the burning of Oakwoodshire.
Duchess of Oakwoodshire
Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 9:40 pm
Leaving the boards Achae abruptly stops seeing the large post and quickly gets her pen digging around her bag for parchment. Unable to find any she takes a donf blade out and writes on it. The ink is not well seen but most of the note can be read by the scratches on the leaf.
I must sincerely apologize but fear one of our potential students has unintentionally caused the fire. I would like to talk to you more of this and the Free Druids with the student will try to make amends.
Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 1:15 am
A crisp parchment, with red lettering is set underneath the writing.
Dear Lady Fayne,
I do believe that it would be in our best interests to meet about this forest of yours. I do hope that I can assist, in some manner. Ofcourse, I assume that this is land that you have claim to so I will ask your permission first before I try to restore the forest, but I would like to meet you in person. Please feel free to send word to me in any manner you wish.
With the Five,
Also I am using cherries and not blood to write this to you.
Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 5:47 pm
written in a timid hand at the bottom of the first post
I fear it was I that did this heinous deed. Though a complete accident that I attempted to stop, I feel only remorse for what happened. I have posted details on the board held by the Free Druids. However, I lay myself at your mercy. I have began replanting conifers, however, I can only hope the noldar trees will regrow on their own.
Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 6:35 pm
Glued to the board with tree sap is a parchment
To the druids and fellow lovers of the forest,
I have planted well over a hundred trees in these past few days. I labored tirelessly to recify my mistake. I convey this not as a means of self agrandisement nor as a way to excuse what I did but simply so that you know the forest is being nurtured back to health.
I wil always regret my mistake like a scar on my soul, however, I will also always be greatful for it as it has changed my life.
I have always loved the land but I loved it as a faithful servant. It gave me food, wood, ore, those things I wanted so I could become what I then considered successful in this life. It was a selfish love but that has all changed, for now I love this land like a parent who loves a frail child. A child that has almost died. I have poured my blood into the land, brought it back to health, watched as it's inner strength rejuvinated it and it has begun to thrive. I watch as the naldors resprout purely on the strength of the gods. I am humbled by all I behold and marvel that ever I was unable to see the true order of things.
I pause now in my planting to allow the land to chose it's own course of growth and stand by as a caretaker, rather then a pillager.
I have learned one last thing from this catstrophe. That is to respect Bragon. His gift grants life but also destruction when not used with respect for its power. I fear we have been poor caretakers of the forest in one respect. We have allowed it to become overgrown. In our selfishness we have done this because its beauty and majesty fill our souls with joy and wonder. We like to become lost in its embrace and feel at one with its winding paths. However, in doing so we have left it vulnerable. A fire which may have been a simple matter to put out, almost devestated the entire forest as one tree lit onto the next, not one at a time but 5, 6, 10 trees at a time. It swept through the region so fast that by the time help arrived it was almost too late. With a little more care, pruning, guidance in its growth, this can be avoided in the future.
I am certain I am not the first, nor will I be the last to make this mistake. However, as a responsible stuard, I hope to prevent the degree of destruction that happened this last time.
Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 7:06 pm
Achae smiles at the latest parchment as she reaches her hand to feel the sticky tree sap with a chuckle then nods softly whispering...
He will make a fine Druid one of these days.