Tidings Sapience,

I figured I'd grace you all with my fancy words and intellect and
whatnot, because there seems to be a common misconception that you all
seem to share.

When the hell did this become my battle? Ah, yes. It must have been when
I started exterminating and lighting fires. I ever so love using
Terramancy to do both. Twits. -I- aided -Noon-. Not the other way
around.

Secondly, a couple of individuals I'd like to address:

Iltarien- Yes, me and my pressure drove Noon to exterminate the forests.
Gods how great it felt aswell, being the unbelievable thug that I am, I
just HAD to kill something. I'm glad you caught onto that with your
wonderful abilities of perception. Just do me one favor, Don't ever post
on this board again. If you do, support it with facts. I'm not seeing
where I become 'mindless' because I fight back against the taint of the
earth.

Colt- I just don't know what to do with you. You're a terror to Society,
your stupidity is damn near contagious. I mean to look into the effects
your voice has over certain channels, as most of the Forestals that are
not of Duiran seem to have at least half a brain left. Noon asked for
peace because he was lied to. I love how you refer to your forests as
'confines'. Wonderful wording, I agree whole-heartedly. The forest is a
prison for mentally challenged inmates.

Recils- I'll let my club do the talking. You referred to me as your
lapdog, and you got mad when I bit back. Don't waste your gold, he knows
it was a lie.

Noon- I hope this isn't the end for you. I'll keep your swords sharp and
your armour polished. You were my most trusted ally, and for a small
time, my fiercest foe. I'll always remember Sir Noon, Infernus.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Slyphian, in the year 194 MA.