Saving the world on a Sunday afternoon
Found scrawled on a grouping of trees in the Borderlands:
tree 1
Tree-Marshal Liana – Has The Abilities of the trees and uses them responsibly! Maybe a bit quiet but then again, trees dont talk much!
Arduyne – pretends to be nice and even found me when i got lost, but then goes and kills off other friends. And there was so much promise in him too!
Flash – Wont listen to the trees words and gets scary when I try and tell him! Thinks that dark druids are nicer than evil mages.
tree 2
Orchid – Needs to blosom into maturity before he will be an asset to nature… The trees will protect him untill then!
The Grumpy Scout – Far too loud for a scout! Maybe the trees could teach some subtlty? Quite good at moving out of the way when things try to hurt her!
The Bright Man – Wow! a good and good mage! Gave me powers to feed the trees! a very enlightening man indeed!
tree 3
Verin – likes to keep people on the floor a lot.
The Helpful Corrupter – tries to confuse me by helping nature even when hurting it. the trees see through him and tell me he is himself confused.
Torrent – If only all barony members were like this one then they wouldnt harm nature so much! Listens to the trees, which makes him nice!
tree 4
Druid Rawl’ra – Dislikes the barony a lot, but is quieter about it than the trees.
Druid Forge – metal wearing druid who hits things a lot. strange one but is nice to the trees!
Mr Gish – His books are a scare but his heart is as kind as his hair! Taught me much indeed!
tree 5
Interfector – Causes too much trouble. Needs to take a leaf from the trees.
The Fighting Man – does his best but loses legs. relies too much on metal.
The Biscuit – such a crazy person needs to seek solitude with the trees. You canno serve the trees if you are mad!!
tree 6
The Balanced Man – jokes about Dark Druids. I think he needs help.
The Man Of Many Words – another tolerable mage! this one uses funny words to confuse people, but the trees are inconfusable you see!
(after spending an evening in conversenwith Gish on the importance of research)
(following message scrawled on random trees near the barony)
(tree 1)
Regarding the Whole-E Trees.
It has come too my attention, that much druidic research must be done on my personal link with the trees.
(tree 2)
For example, Whilst I protect the trees, they in turn protect me. these unusual symbiotic relations must bee noted because both sides
(tree 3)
provide the same benefit two won another. I will call this ‘Tree-Seiosys’, and acts as a means of creating an immortal link between myself and the Trees.
(tree 4)
the only thing that can be concluded from this is that the trees are godlike because /I/ protect them. therefore by logic, I must also bee godlike and immortal, as the trees provide me with the same benefit i do two them…
(tree 5)
experimentation follows…..
(tree 8)
Ouch!
Day 1:
I have been managed to find word of many order by Silvanus’ big man… He was told return home, but never had came. Also there are talk of mad druids in groves not their owning, but that is day walk distance… I have set in. Walk was… natural… My people know much of loving to nature, but my timings with druids have been re-burning my love. There was big wind for many hours… I watch tall deciduous tree sway and scream like tiger as wind hit leaves.
Then… I catch sight of very strange thing! I see bird that is of my homeland, not barony! I not know the word men of barony calling at it, but we call it Bird-that-is-beautiful-and-is-last-to-let-summer-turn-to-winter. It have bright feafur… And singings while it fly… like it song of not sex, but just like to sing. I not know why it here, but it remind me of home… I stalk close to see much.
Unfortunately… I not see that tree Bird-that-is-beautiful-and-is-last-to-let-summer-turn-to-winter sitting at was over edge of cliff… It make me feel silly. Thank my father and his fathers I catch root and not die. I hang above many deep feet, but was in very good place to watch Bird-that-is-beautiful-and-is-last-to-let-summer-turn-to-winter. It have nest with egg!… And then, joy! It is more than one! There is many food here that it like may seem, but I not see before now… I am a discovery that barony is place of migration for Bird-that-is-beautiful-and-is-last-to-let-summer-turn-to-winter! It make many senses, as bird get name as last bird to go away when of coldness in my homeland. It return with fledgling in spring after feast and nest in here.
I had hanging from root for few hour and watch friend of home… then remember great friend Silvanus, struggling to get back up to flat cliff… And make more walk at the grove he last seen
Day 2:
I find many curiousness at way of many animal to attack other many animal. Wolf will be of an offensive… he will attack to eat… Will hunt down kill and. Blackbird will be like big bang!… It attack to protect nestings… Make much noise and many fast safe movings.
Wild boar though… He attack because he is what my people call Man-that-use-drinking-well-as-toilet. I learn this much on this day… I also learn that tusk in top of leg will hurt and bleed very much…
I am being of big fool and walking too close to where Sir boar sleep… It wake up… I think of old saying of my people: … If you wake a sleeping boar. Run like daemon chase you or die like daemon catch you…I am running… I am hitting very lower tree branch… I am hurt at boar… I fight… I have pig for lunch… I am dying from blood loss…
As of again I am thanking my father’s fathers, as am being very close of druid grove. Friend druid give me many help, and make love to tree for healing me. I was sit below tree and feeling many better. We share Sir boar meat… We share many thought of great friend Silvanus…
He tell at me… very strange Druid appear at grove much day before. Strange druid begin by insist of grove to be ‘his’ grove, but then get confusing and aggree of being wrong. Friend druid try and be of help to direct close… but not know any tree that strange druid is wishing to walk by. It seem strange druid then talk of tree for very many hour, but in ways which is tiring to friend druid. It also seem this is repeated with all druid at grove until they ask strange druid to leave. They say that they are of worry that he may explode or other crazy thing.
This must be great friend Slvanus! I am asking at all druid in grove for thoughts about him… but worry… It seem that madness is more stronger than I last know… It also seem that great friend Silvanus is lost. I worry at world being very dangerous place… He may be attack… or fall off cliff or worse…
I know where to stalk now… friend druid of grove very full of thought… and also of kindness as give me sleep and friendship… My love of druid and thinkings is greater… I follow more tomorrow…
Day 3:
At wide end. Most great fortune strike at me! I spend many hour in searchings of path of great friend Silvanus, being of the follow from where friend druid of just before day say for me go to. Today… I find track of Silvanus! I recognise as his from it being of size… male… very little bit flat footing… crooked middle toe left foot… The track are of very old… maybe two day… maybe fat week.
What I am seeing make me at more nervousness… The nodes and breakings of soil say that great friend Silvanus not walk with purpose… He is moving at fastness, but not in sure of where he is to go. The route he take seem… crooked… and is bias in many way I do not understanding. He is not walking at straight lines… yet he is also not making moves of normal lost child… not moving the way that is easy. I do not know. The many fortune of this is I can move with more fastness than great friend Silvanus… Perhaps we meet soon.
It is of many great pleasure to track as this… I have not had such challenge and fun since I gain manhood back home… That was very fine experience… I am learning of much today.
There is one thing… Silvanus is not like many friend druid… and no elate Moving-in-the-blind-shadow-of-the-eye. As so, many bad creature see of him… I see track of big bad wolf… It stalk at him in shadow and great friend Silvanus’ track is (oblivious?)… Then it leap and… stop… I not understanding it as happen. The story of track is of new languages… It seem sir wolf lay down on floor, then take dirt bath… very little hand from great friend… Great friend watch at moment… then walk on… then of little minutes later sir wolf run away… tail not high with pride.
I see many similar track until finally I am understanded! This is the power Silvanus having to use his friend tree to hold animal to ground… I understand because I am finding animal still caught. Perhaps great friend Silvanus is too zealed? The animal was I think what Barony person call ‘dire’ and was of the wolf… We call them Thing-That-you-do-not-poke-with-stick- while-it-sleep-ever It had been in trap for long timings… On my sight hitting it, hungerness help it break free and I learn what trackings of hungry dire wolf breaking from druid trap and attacking scout is looking like. It knock me through floor, but I thank my mother’s many mothers that I touch it with spell of ice before it touch me in neck with very sharp fang…
The meat of dire wolf is most bitterness… I am preferring wild boar, but the fur is tough and warm… I am not of liking to killing ever… But when I do, it is ways of my people to thank at the kill by using much that it not need now. I eat meat… I try to skin at fur, yet am must practise to need. It make very good meal for night and make my searchings to be of very good value… I will follow trail great at tomorrow…
Day 4:
I remember… I arrive at Barony and very great manies thing are shocking me. One thing I am not of waterflow with is bard. My people have no Bard… We have men who write many histories of who is father to who and… other things… But to give us pretty seeing of world? We learn to see of self at all time… For telling of story? We learn very most … interesting story of tracks… I am reading of much interest story by Great Friend Silvanus… I have made timing on him and also ground has to become less hard.. I am see more… details in track now… And it is something it not being of previous day. Great friend is nervous… I see in track he walking with more speeding… turning to look at behinds but I not know why…
Then I spot other track… It is of timings that are older than great friend Silvanus’ by large but small size. It is tracking of troll… big troll… old troll, hungry, tasting air that great friend has been touching… being a hunter…
Great friend Silvanus has minds like leaf in autumn… but his track is telling to me that something in his thought feel the spirit-of-fortunate-and-wary-deer. He is knowing he is to be hunted… but not want to be accepting… He is try at walk as free and safe… but know that King Reaper glance.
There is saying of my peoples: ‘Madness mock the tracker which follow at the hunter.’ I learn of meaning on today this.
Track I am reading are many day old… Sir Troll is of cunninged… He is like wolf and stalking to prey… moving fast… close at great friend silvanus now… who have thought break like twig… He running… Troll running… Troll is big… Long stride, hungry… great friend turning… face troll and raise arm… Then I learn tracking of trolls who fall out druids trop… I am then learning tracking of trolls tearing free to druids trop… Great Friend is of panic and he run like daemon chase him… troll is thinking in angry… footfallings heavy… Great Friend is crouching…
I am not liking of story I am reading of … but my stopping to be of no way… Great Friend Silvanus is like babe on floor… troll is to push at him… And trip… over… into big bush of many bramble and berries… I feel great friend Silvanus has madnesses like very hot fires on sharper dagger blade…
Great Friend Silvanus is to use druid trap… Stand up… raise arm… then again… and again… bush of sharp bramble I see look like troll feel at it… but of warpings is many time to make prison of thorn… Troll is stronger beast though… still tearing free… The trap is not of strength! What to do? I cannot think how to live beyond today! Great Friend Silvanus is making track like he not have though of survival too. He is turn and run like daemon chase him…
Water is a wasp sting of my eye as I run after track… I am lost at story now… Silvanus run fast… straight… through bush… through tree… Troll run also… and path show many break… fallen branch… Distance is close… Troll reachings to front as running… there is not escape… I feel story ending now… Silvanus stop!.. His track end… Troll is to trip as both at edge of cliff… very big cliff. I know as am of too much speeding and follow track of troll…
I thank my father’s fathers for Great Friend Silvanus to survive! I thank my mother’s mothers that I not break back on very many tree branch that are to make fall off cliff to be slower. It is of curiousness that I am finding troll blood to be of green and reds when dry on big rock.. I not know what rest of troll is to look though… It not of my seeing… I know much of daemon return to life of troll skill… but am hoping it is of thought Great friend Silvanus is to eat like hedgehog.
I am of hurts and blood and bruise… tired, happy… but I not to meet King Reaper yet… I am thankful I may to reading more of this story I start… I know not how bard story is stronging as this…
Day 5:
It is most… marvellous sight I am seeing today! I was to be spent for the morning in the follow of track to great friend Silvanus. We are still in forest. He is of more caution in this time… perhaps missing near sir troll knock feelings into the skull no? Track showed unusual signs… It show that Silvanus is to be moving faster… Soil more of break with each step… but his mind not with the feet… He not know he move faster… and no signings of afraidness… but is now jogging…now at run!
I follow at fast. And then smash from forest in to very great large clearing… except for one tree… It is most old tree I have been to see… truly very great father of all tree… Oak… gnarled bark… Limb of which thick as me more than three times, but are twist and coil like serpent… twist between each other to make cage and roof and many shape that are to be of making only with one million year to spend! Trunk is to be larger than tavern… moss and lichen and fungus and knot to make most very beautiful pattern. Floor of clearing is many many leaf in spaces where huge root are not to thrust from ground… All is touch with sunbeam… Many ver crazy pattern of light place by tangle of branch above…
Much wind then stir… And I am… petrified… but roar of leafs which are to make welcome of me. This… truly… is place of much holy… It is sacred site… Should I be here? Should great friend Silvanus?
It make me think of home… my people are have many sacred site in forest and large rock and river and places of cold… Only very special men may to be go of here and work-in-manner-to-touch-with-spirit… I miss home… but maybe never return…
I am reminded of great friend Silvanus… Find track of more time… I think I know what track of man in love is to be like… great friend run and try to… Hug tree? He is running too hard though… touch tree with head first… leave very great track in leaf where he is falling…
Then track go crazy! Great friend Silvanus is to spend many day here! He climb tree… walk on many limb… leap between… never same way on two time… It all most very toughing test of me to track at him… I am thanking for… challenge… I am also thanking for Great friend to be of place at much time… It mean I am to be of closeness behind now… for he not here…
I do not know… I do not know… Why great friend Silvanus leave place where all dream come true? It remind me of story how men is walking in mountain and finding door into valhalla! He stay in all luxury for one day… He leave… to say goodbye to friend… then come back to for ever… but cannot find door again!… Why great friend Silvanus leave? There is not any track of other thing… not deer… not mouse… but track of great friend Silvanus seem to sense of thing… he get up from limb… leap to floor… is striding from great great father tree with angry feet… Is gone…
It is late at follow now… And I find it of… opportunity?… to be here… I have walk all day and work-in-manner-to-touch -with-spirit… Now I camp here… meditate with friend great great father tree… hope to learn peace with nature… think in very happy way of sad of home…
It is late at camp… And feel… empty… like something is missing… something not happen of today but to be very important thing… I do not know!… Then… old branch of great great father tree fall on me… pin me at floor… and I feel filled again… I learn track of man struggling with three ton of old wood today… Oak not hurt to hit be at like other deciduous tree…
Day 6:
There is old sayings within my people: ‘Trust you’re gut’… It is most begin sayings for very small childs to be learned of … and to us it serve good. My gut is say at me to make start before sparrow start its call… It is great sadness to leave very holy grove… Dawn was red like fine wines to glow on… mammoth branch and root… I will be to return of some day I am hoping…
I follow track of great friend Silvanus… He is in mood of not normal today… very much anger in stride… Hit ground with very much aggressive step… I not know why… then see other track…
There are five other track… great friend Silvanus is few hour behinding.. but faster… Other five group of bipedal… human… seem to be of commonness… not military step… not of cautious… used to wood so is maybe of village… carrying many heavy thing… long thing like sword or axe at hip… rested well… like making of common journeys… like working but not wander… not hunter… not right stalk and track… I know! They are hunter of tree! Lumberjack!… oh dear…
I make start to run… this is very bad thing if many crazy thought of great fried Silvanus are to be as I am thinking will be. Run is taking many time… almost hour.
I am arriving at scenic and it not pretty sight… great friend is not here… track lead off after much… turmoil. Woodmen is here… sort of… Great friend Silvanus is good man, for he is not man who kill other men… but woodmen are not looking to be happy… Axe are all rusted lump at floor… and it is… most unusual uses of Druid trap magic… There is man hang upside down sort of… inside a tree… second man is pin to floor with face in leavings of woodland animal… I follow track to see three man is being bind over edge of cliff… very long drop. There is man four to be bound in uncomfortable way… hand between leg… and man five… well… I do not think a tree root should be put… there…
This is good news! It seem I am to be only two day to rear of great friend Silvanus… less… but I must be helping to lumberjack first. All are conscious… but not to be liking me… They are vulnerable like rabbit and that make them afraid… but soon make soft to heart as I help make free and give clean rag. Man number three is with bad back now… and man five is in many pain… He is now to be walking with very… unusual step… I make note of track for my future… but not think I see again for very great many year.
It is very hard to be saving man who is off cliff… I climb with caution of watching reaper and put rope on him… am cutting vine… he is to hungry to hold well… but friend help to pull… I slip… fall very far and hit head… catch hold … feel much silly. I thank my father’s fathers once again… but am in trouble… it is to be far down as up now…
Friend lumberjack are then to rescue me with much rope… Are most grateful for me to be of rescue and I am sharing last of Dire Wolf meat with five empty stomach. It is curious to see how track of man is of difference between full stomach and empty one. I am walking to village with them to see safe when men are weak, but I make refusal to stay… I am wanting to make time of great friend Silvanus, and sun is still high… They offer me reward, but I cannot take… I must ask that they not hunt and hurt great friend and that is to be reward… This is to be for the safety of them more than Great friend Silvanus…
Day 7:
I smell troll…
It not usual for me to make such very great use of smelling sense… I am thinking it to be blessing from day spent as work-in-manner-to-touch-with-spirit in holy ground… Faith at spirit of many very great fathers is rounder than it has been… I smell many thing on this days.
It is to be of a very small time when I am finding fresh track of troll… old and cunning… still strong in step… angry? … same curvings in toe… This is same troll as few day in previous! Has it to be grudging at great friend Silvanus this time?… It is to be most certainly of follow great friend… Both track are new! I am only few hour at rear! I must run!
I am running… Great friend Silvanus is running in track… Sir troll is running… track are… converging… I see many trick, druid trap… rusted pickaxe… torn tree… but cannot stop… am I too late?… I stop…
‘Trust your gut’ they says… my gut has stitch… it want me to be slow and invisible… I stop… smell of Sir troll is very great… I think… wind carry word at me… male voice and saying ‘tree’… My mind is saying to run… but ‘trust my gut’ is saying to stalk… I am moving away to mud and moss… It is to be time for… (how you say?)… camouflage. There is saying at my peoples… ‘There is nothing more moss coloured than moss.‘… I follow advice now… moss… leaf litter… mud… vine to breaking outline… I will not be seen… Now I am to hunt…
I am following trail like cat.. my hand are leg… I am off track… I am aware… There is to be many noise… Bird are moving in alarm… I hear small beast run like hunt is… disruption?… Sir troll is to be close… he scare all wild life… This is very good sign as it mean sir troll make much noise and action. He is not… eating at my moment. I stalk on…
Troll is ahead… I hear before I see… Great friend Silvanus is shouting many bad thing about tree and troll at. He is making noises from high place, like he climb at a safeness… I move forward… See Silvanus up tree… Troll at base shaking … This will be easy! I crawl up to rear of sir troll… not he not Great friend see at me I look like ground so much… I stand up… draw dagger across throat!
Sir troll is so in surprise he not know to look behind… He think it to be trick of great friend Silvanus to be dealing death blow… I watch green and red bloods gush from neck… then stop… oh dear…
I am drop at ground now as troll turn… He look… see no one… sure it to be druid trick… turn back… tread on me… then… (How to say?)… many hells break open! I stab troll in knee many time… it roar and fall back… I am up and jumping into it, hearing great friend Silvanus shout ‘Go my tree minion!’… It is curious to see how many time to stab troll in head and it not care. I Try to wrap like limpet on arm… It pick me up and hit tree with me… That hurt very much, and I am hearing great friend shouting not to hurt trees… I am thanking my father’s fathers that I made not to drop off daggers… stab many time in arm until it let go… it cut me… I cut it… it wrap hand onto my throats… I use magic and make freeze… wriggle free… and I swear on my Mother’s mothers I put dagger into where heart should be but it still not care…
I step back… It swing forward… I hear great friend casting druid spells… It fall… pin me to floor… I make more hole into stomach… It STILL moving… Also curious how heavy troll is to be… Seem to be walking lighter than is to be in realness… These will make interesting track to remember… It is claw to me… Sink teeth to shoulder of me… I bite I spit I kick I cut throat… and it care of none… I hear great friend Silvanus making shout again… and many plant wrap at sir troll as I am kicking to away. I make run… hear troll tear to free from behind… duck down… wait…
I am invisible as friend Aurinyan may not be… sir troll walk up to… past me… Great Friend Silvanus is calling with worries… I leap to troll again… two dagger in back… very messy… but wound is closing as I take back knife! This is most very bad! I stab many time… but troll roar and throw me away like wolf to rabbits… hit head but not deaded yet!… I run… Hear great friend Silvanus screaming ‘go tree! Go tree!‘… druid trap is catching sir Troll at more… I leap back … stab again… Troll is caught to stop me but breaking free too… Then Great friend is calling again… Trap sir troll many time until it is to be like stabbing very angry bush… I shed much blood… it is very messy… troll is screaming… skin tearing… I do not like! But what else to do?
Skin is tatter like rag… We not stop… I know to burn troll… and skin Is like lamp oil with tinder box… I hope never to be needing do such blood and bad work in many distant futures… then the blood loss is making me sleep… I remember great friend to be saying ‘Thank you for saving me, but trees don’t walk or bleed or talk! Let me plant you back!…… I am too tired to say word back and world is black…
I am waking to be with alone for company… I am pinned to tree with many vine… Did great friend Silvanus heal me like other friend druid?… He also bury me to thigh in earth and leave… it take me much time to make free… I am making note not to talk to great friend Silvanus looking to be like tree next time… Tomorrow I shall catch him again…
Very great friend Silvanus,
They are… to allow me to be having one letter sent of which they will not be reading I am holding at temple to justice… soon I will be of trial for crime I make.
I do not want many thing… I do not want many time to be of excuse for that of which I do… I do not want many time to die, with many thing still needing do… I do not want many time to make breakings of our friendship…
I kill druid. I fight many tree. I am to be of working with druid-who-use-nature-to-own-end! It is to be like reaper curse me for my to escape grasp… curse me with life like very much slow death at jaw of wolf… It is like joke…
From start of journey, very big, very bad tree make attack to us! They are evil thing… I know there to be druid-who-use- nature-to-own-end at place we go… I know in spirit like bad taste in water… then all friend split path… friend Orchid is to be dying… I am trying to protect all… I meet confusion… druid is to be attacking… I kill… it is being wrong druid…
day is only to get worse…
We meet druid-who-use-nature-to-own-end at time near to sun set… I am barely… vertical… from very many fight with R.O.U.S.s… friend and party are to be similar… no one is wanting to cross blade one more time… very great lady friend Liana is taking side at druid-who-use-nature-to-own-end… It is ‘order’ she say, but I do not know! For love of many friend I not do as you would make do… I leave dagger in sheath though I am to see the back of sir druid…
Forgive me very great friend Silvanus! I am of lonely now… Title of very great lady friend Liana is to tell you I do as say I will… Sun is setting and she is holding flower-of-love’s-wild-tango, but I not think she see… significance… as I am… I not think she is to forgive me… not if temple think in other way…
Soon… I will die in execution… it is many… irony…
I shall be die… my very great lady friend is to be in hatred… many friend lose faiths… my quest is to be failing… my homeland is to be crippled with quest to fail… If you are to be in hatred… you are always very great friend to me… and I take accepting… but please make do one task for me… here is paper to best friend Enrico… please… do not read… please… go at my homeland… I have tell at you place when we are to travel… go there, and they are to find you… please… give him letter… do not let war-of-many- unjust-death to happen… Then you may not be to speak with me more time…
You are very great friend to me… I am sorry for what I do…
Arduyne Montoya
Last entry:
The healing of people by tree is to be very… peaceful way to be heal… it is like… to forget thinkings… dangers… emotions… and to thinking like tree… very much slow…. They think ‘grow grow grow grow follow-lights-with-leaf grow grow grow touch-root-to-moist-deep-earths grow…’ As so to be, I think ‘pulse pulse breathe heal-very-most-tiny-part-of-body pulse pulse relax heal…’ like golden syrup light flow where there is should blood… It is most at peace feeling…
Miracle of nature is fading and I awake at end to find groundhog gnawing on leg… I taste groundhog for dinner and thank my father’s fathers for wearing much think fur and leather to thigh…
Next day is to have much walking… I am to be slow from limp… and it is to be very much late into time of sun setting when I fall into grove of many friend druid… I speak fall because I follow foot of great friend Silvanus, who also take muddy and steep cliff into grove… It is most fortunate to be falling at feet of very great Druid of tree…. I am experiencing the healing of people by tree again and speaking with many druid of grove…
I tell them to how I journey, and ask to find great friend Silvanus… As with other friend druid, I am finding that great friend Silvanus is disturbing them with ways… They all are seeming uncomfortable… but will not say what is happening… I begin to worry for great friend, but am… reassured he is… happy. Very great leader of druid is talking to me… He is most old man of brown mossy skin… very slow to speak but of much love… He is good druid… he is telling me that Great friend Silvanus is asking favour of him… is staying not far from here… I should go see great friend with eyes that are my own… please take him away now, please, he scares us, please…
They point… I alone follow fresh track of very happy man and track of very great druid leader… Curious track with toe like twist of root…
I am not walking far when I am finding great friend Silvanus in clearing… Light is shining on him… it is… most not right… It seem druid leader call miracle to make great friend Silvanus have skin like bark, and to help bury and tangle him in green. Great friend Silvanus is standing with arm out like… like… tree… eyes shut… humming… At feet is wolf stuck in VERY strong druid trapping trick… leg still caught cocked in air… It is most interesting tack…
I do not know what to make doing… so I am poking great friend Silvanus… He stop humming… open eye… look at me and speak… ‘Ah! My tree minion! Look! I am now a tree like you!…
I am smiling and moving with no sudden motion… I am curious and am asking ‘What is it like?’
There is pause… Great friend Silvanus is replying ‘bloody boring! And my arms ache like anything. I love trees dearly and they love me! But I don’t think I’m supposed to be one… Or maybe I’m not trying hard enough-‘
‘No no… I think… many friend tree are not like you…’ I am saying. ‘You are to be… great friend… and protector of many tree…’
‘Yes! That makes sense! That’s why the trees don’t want me to be a tree! They want me to protect them from nasty Dark druids and Lumberjacks!’
‘Um… That might be so… but do not be so painful at lumberjack please… what are you to be doing now?’
‘what? I’m standing here talking to you my tree friend.’
‘no no… you are not-‘
‘I’m not talking to you? Wow!’
‘no- Yes!… I mean… what are you to be thinking of doing in future days?’
‘Oh I seeee… Um… I don’t know. I could stay here and live with the lovely tree druids!’
I am to grimacing… ‘Perhaps… Many friend at barony are… worried of where you are to be… It would be of good thinking to stay in paces near to Barony city… you are to be most very useful as great friend on patrolling, perhaps to help tree there and grow most strong?’
‘That’s a good Idea! Lets do that! I can help all the new trees in the borderlands from the evil Rodents of Unusual Stature! And maybe I can learn some new tree tricks so I can do something about those nasty trolls! Lets go!… um… You couldn’t help dig me up my tree friend?’
It take much hour to get great friend Silvanus free… It is most dark, and I am persuading great friend to sleep in grove… We are waking in morning and walking to grove of friend druid… They are to be hiding from great friend SIlvanus, but one speaks at me with telling of way to go to Barony city… It seem we are to be only day two from… home… Also, I thank my mother’s mothers that the very great father tree of much spirit is to be in a most similar direction…
It is decided at Silvanus and me to be living at very great father tree when there is time… It is most fortunate! We are only to be attacked at ONE pack of wolf on travel, but great friend is most good at saving me from using knife… we talk much… of tree.. of druid… of my homeland… of more tree… of trackings… of a great friend who I wish to know more… SIlvanus is most… encouraging of desirings… We make detour and look on cliff for Flower-of-Love’s-Wild-Tango… It is rare to find here as it is rare to find at homeland… but that is part of Game-of-Love’s-Wild-Tango
It is most wonderful dance… Man is to offer lady Flower-of-Love’s-Wild-Tango… she is to refuse… hide… throw to wind … make hard to get… Man is having till sundown as to make sureness that lady hold flower… as first star is to show in sky… if she hold… it is very good thing… I have never danced tango before… I am hoping to dance well…
We find flower on very steep cliff edgings… I wake with flower in hand and feeling tree healings once more… great friend Silvanus is savings me at more time… I make decision and he is now Very Great Friend Silvanus… He is first Very Great Friend I am meeting in Barony, but I don’t think he understand…
We sleep in shelter of very great father tree… Very Great Friend Silvanus is to stay at tree and make to be like home… I am returning to barony… I have other duty to attend…
Carefully etched on a remote Tree near the Borderlands, in Druidic Runes
Last Night I Dreamt of Arduyne. He has been troubling me for some time now. Among the Humans in these parts he has been the one I have confided in the most. Yet it was he that Killed a Druid with his /metal/ weapons? He also uses elemental magics. I have seen him.
He told me. He kills for Money, and to find the name of his Father’s Murderer. To gain this knowledge he mixes with the Devil. Would I mix with the Dark Ones to save the Trees?
How can my closest Human Friend be one that does these things?
Why is the use of Metal such a Sin anyway? Is Ripping Down a Tree to make a Club so much more savoury? It is Druidic Law not to use Matal, with notable Exceptions, but Why?
I have been taught from such a young age of the Evils of Elementalists, Necromancers, and most of all the Dark Ones, but is Death and Damage not part of Natures Plan? Surely the Trees would not allow such things to happen if they dissappoved?
I cannot let the Goblins, or other Druids know of my Doubts.
I Will Think On This.
I have been thinking.
Of the trees, and of the Evils of Mages.
Breeze was-is a mage. Ue uses his powers against nature for it’s own good. He saved a forest, and gave his life, and he killed some dark ones using his evil powers.
Use of elemental magics cannot be excused, or can they? Doing so shows great disregard for Nature, but if one does so to help it, what of the consequences?
I am confused.
I use the elements myself, but through my druidic knowledge, not using my own powers to force natures hand. Yet others do. It should not happen, but it does, and if the trees deem them fit to live among them, then what place do I have to disapprove?
They work powers which are against nature, but maybe that doesnt make them evil themselves. Just misguided.
Everyone agrees Necromancers are Evil. Maybe they are wrong as well. after all, forcing a Soul to do your will is no different to forcing the elements of Nature…
Only afterwards, the Soul is corrupt, and afterwards Nature is not.
Does this mean Necromancers are the Mages’ Equivalent of The Dark Ones?
Maybe I should find various Mages and ask them to Justify their Actions.
Tommorrow, I Think…
Today I had a /friendly/ chat with a college mage. He used the element of water to his own advantage. Over a mug of a warm drink he offered me, he proceeded to explain how he used his powers for the good of the barony, and also for the good of nature.
He doesnt understand that he cannot use his powers for the good of the trees, as his powers offend them.
He recited a time where he stopped a hoard of orcs from tearing down a forest using entangles, and that nature must have been thankful for that.
Nature was not. He used his powers against nature to help it.
I asked him how a Gladiator would feel if he won a fight because he was possessed by a God of War directing his actions. He had no answer.
Finally he showed me how his spells were compatible with mine, as he entangled himself and asked me to make them stronger. It worked, but it felt wrong.
He thinks he convinced me, and perhaps he did. He seemed pleasant enough, but I think he was quite misguided. I noticed how many elves were Mages. Do they consider themselves above the trees?
Elemental Mages have passed the test. What they do is distastefull and rude, but they have no malicious intent toward the trees.
I found a Necromancer! I was just about to question him on his beliefs and why he did what he did when he set his undead minons on me.
After I restrained them all with the trees blessing, he then panicked and cast some nasty spell that caused him to look quite horriffic. He became so hideous that I simply had to get away from the image!
His actions do not bode well for Necromancers passing my test. At least Elementalists are generally more friendly!
Maybe I shall give him another chance at a later date.
I have spoken to a High Druid about why we are not allowed to use metal. His reply was not very convincing. He said it was druidic law not to do so, and that metal was offensive to nature. I asked him why, and he said it represented the very elements of nature being wrongfully extracted from the earth. Only those that follow the true path with the earth and dedicate their life to its protection are permitted by nature to use such a material.
In other words, he was saying that only the chosen few are allowed by nature to use metal, and others that do so are going against natures wishes.
I asked him why it was ok to wear the hide of a killed animal, or use the dead remains of a tree as a weapon. He explained that these were permitted by nature, but could give no reason as to why.
I am beginning to wonder whether the druidic belief of metal is over zealous. Metal is part of nature, and I cannot see the difference in extracting it from the ground than burning a tree for warmth. Surely it is just as natural?
I fear that druids may be living in the past, not wanting to accept new ways of living, just in case nature disappoves.
I will never use metal, but more out of fear that I will be excommunicated by my colleagues than that I feel it’s against nature.
Perhaps I am not wise enough to see these truths…
Tomorrow is a very important day.
I have made a difficult decision, and it stands…
Tomorrow I must give one final group the chance to prove themselves.
The Dark Ones.
The thought fills me with dread and disgust. Everything I have ever been taught to believe tells me they are evil, but if I am to be fair I must give them the same chance.
I have been told from such a young age of how they will try and turn you to their evil ways, and I cannot allow them to do this, but I must also ask them why they do what they do, and give them a chance to prove they are at least partly misjudged.
I will make sure the Dark One I talk to is not more powerful than me, or I will end up dead or worse. THAT MUST NOT HAPPEN
Tommorrow is indeed a very important day.
I have done it. I spoke to one of their kind.
It looked quite fiting as the wolves tore him apart.
Once I caught him, he began cursing at me, and telling me that my death was assured.
“Of course it is” I told him. “Everything that lives eventually dies.”
I explained that I wished him to tell me why he does what he does. Why he wishes to corrupt nature and destroy it. His eyes lit up at the thought of a Druid being interested in his methods. I felt ill.
He told me that he didnt want to corrupt nature at all, he merely worships the most imporant part of nature – Death. He saw no problem with using nature to kill itself. There seems to have been a bit of a misquote here. I had always thought of Dark Druids wishing merely to corrupt nature, when actually they worship one part of it, the most morbid part.
He explained how his powers were part of nature, just as mine is too, only he was gifted powers from death, which itself is part of nature. However he used these powers against nature, draining the life from trees, killing animals for no reason. He uses natures powers against itself. This is what makes them so disgusting. I had never really understood before, just believed the words of the elders. Now I see – Dark Druids are Druids that use the powers nature provides them /against/ nature instead of helping it.
So why does nature grant them power? This is a mystery I will solve.
In the meantime, it would seem the animals remembered him, and I noticed that a large pack of wolves had surrounded us whilst we spoke. Their eyes transfixed, I walked past them, and they pounced on the Dark One still caught in the vines.
I still hear his screams.