First, to those that are tired of this, go ahead and skip this post,
it's mostly to those in the subject.

To Wedric...I understand you've been through hell, a hell worse than
what I put myself through when I lit fire to the forests. However, there
is a rather large difference: Every time I lit fire to the forest, I
could feel a part of me attacked. It felt as if I was killing myself,
little by little, until the Sentinels came and annihilated the shell
that was left of my body and sent me to the Underking to think over my
actions. You, however, seem to be completely uncaring. The wilds may
regrow...But that doesn't mean they cant be hurt.

That leads me to my comments to Duiran. Your actions are disgusting me.
You do just as the rest of Sapience, and only care about whether the
plants will REGROW: Well who cares if they regrow, does that mean that
just because Varian grants you new life, no one should care if you die?
You seem to forget that you're not here to stand as some great and
mighty power, able to decide when the forest lives and dies...You're
here to defend it to the death. While the outcome of your actions
against Wedric will be the same with either reasoning, the difference is
in what you're supposed to do and what you are doing. Unless I never
truly understood Duiran, this is the way it should be. You shouldn't be
arguing in words with Wedric about how you will not bend to his will,
you should be pointing out that his will does not matter, and that you
will defend the forests against him, no matter what he tries to do.

I once burned the forests, yes. But since then I have fought for them on
numerous occasions, and this won't be any different. Come what may,
Wedric, but you will find yourself fighting a no win battle with no one
hurt but your own soul, because I know you still care about the wilds as
many do.

I will fight against you, though I do not want to. Good luck in whatever
path you choose Wedric, but hopefully you'll choose the right one

Vasilus

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Midsummer, in the year 164 MA.