Nebre'seir,


You pin a name to Her wood as though you are entitled to do so. It is an arrogance only outshone by the clumsy attempt to name the heavenly bodies of our Creator's empyreal splendor.

If you feel so insistent that Strife lurks within the wood, then it will be celebrated in more ways than fighting over a mere symbol of it, ones I imagine will be far less palatable. Blood for the slaking, blood for Dia'ruis, and the flesh of all who thrive beneath Strife's banner will be offered by me once per season at His shrine, with a special final offering in Autumn.

The Heartwood recognizes the worship of all Gods as a valuable font of wisdom and exploration of ideas. I am surprised that you are surprised, to have your Warlord engaged with in ways that I should think otherwise please Him.



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Penned by my hand on Closday, the 13th of Sapiarch, in the year 15 AC.