Why the Hunt acts and will continue to act within Tasur'ke

From: Haern, the Hunter
To : Everyone
Subj: Tasur'ke

Magumba, who now lives within our Temple, has completed a totem in the
garden of Tasur'ke. There seems to be some confusion about what this
totem will do, and what the alternative is should we fail.

The situation is actually quite simple. Constantine of Tasur'ke wishes a
new village elder to be elected (a situation made easier by the elder's
unfortunate and poorly-timed suicide). The 'new' Citizens of Tasur'ke
would then begin a process of expansion, transforming the village into a
thriving city.

This is, of course, the exact opposite of what I desire. A new city
would bring with it archers and telepaths, rules and laws, and in
timeeven an army to defend itself - or wage war on other city-states.

A new city would encroach on the wilderness, tame it. Instead, I would
encourage a different growth in that region, through the totem. If the
totem is strengthened, it will empower the wilderness to overgrow the
existing village and make construction of a city impossible.

This does not mean it will be a wasteland, or that the current villagers
will find themselves homeless. The people who oppose this project do so
not for the protection of villagers, but because it hinders their desire
to begin an empire.

I have heard mortals argue that this is being done to increase the power
of the Duiran Council. Not so. If the villagers remain, it may take a
form similar to Eleusis - a village in harmony with the wild. If they
leave, it may take the form of a forest or some other uninhabited spot.
Either way, it will have a severely limited economy, government and
defenses

Once again, the alternative is a city. Towering walls, a thriving
marketplace, courts and a system of laws. It would have archers and
telepaths for defence, and soldiers to wage war. It would tame the lands
around it for its own bounty, and drive the animals deeper into
thewilderness. It would strip the oceans and plough the lands. Progress?
Yes, of the sort I abhor.


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Midsummer, in the year 188 MA.