I was given a handful of ash. Held up to mine and Wedric's lips, with
the softest blow of air, we've coated the entirety of your forest. The
entirety. Without as much of a murmur of protest or a slashing claw from
you who claim to love it with all your hearts, and those who've sworn to
protect it to the death.

We, Corrupters of the Forest, are not an unreasonable people. We simply
stand with a bit of Conviction, whether it be towards an organization, a
spiritual Order, or a simple mantra. It is one of many things that lacks
from the forestals we've seen so far. I hoped at least, if not to care
about the Cause of my adversary, that I would be inspired to respect
them for sticking to their Principles. Sadly enough, that seems not be
the situation. Your Sentinel guildmistress seems nowhere to be found,
leaving realms as soon as I step in. And in defense of your own forestal
city, you seem to be completely reliant of outside help.

We destroy your forests because we care for the sake of the world we
live in. Every being should strive for excellence. Our path lies down
two roads. In the first, you all die and we rejoice from cleansing the
land of all your weaknesses, all your faults, all of your apathy, and
all of your self righteous lies when it comes to, "serving the forests
and wilds." In the second, you will show us up, prove us wrong, spill
our bloods and become stronger than before, rightfully asserting
yourself as worthy to live in a world that will cleanse itself of it's
inferiors.

We're playing by your rules Sentinels, your way of life. "Defiance!
Severity! Destruction!" I would ask a boon from your Lord, seeing as how
we fully encompass them, yet these words are uttered from your lips
every single day, but we're seeing no show of it from your actions.
Where is this brilliant glorification of your Purpose, of your God, of
your People, of your Pride?

It is quite unsettling to see that Calihye is elected as the proudest
member of your people, and I still see nothing but the back of her
heels. I mourn for your guild.

Please, if you don't roll over and die, at least strive to show some
semblance of mediocre Bravery.

Cheering for your team, Lady Livia Nouveau

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Lanosian, in the year 227 MA.