Mad Druid of the West,

You wish to speak of abusing Her Gift. You wish to claim that I am above Her decision to hand out these 'gifts' for mortalkind to abuse. That I should not be able to strip some of the Gifts that she allows others to take. That I, frankly, want those who use Her Gifts in the walls of Iron and Stone.

I do not care for those who use Her Gifts in the cities. I do not want them. She does not want them. She does not love us. And She does not love you. We are but a plague in this world, one that She wishes eradicated. First everyone else, and then we too will fall into Her embrace forevermore.

In the end, Death will claim us all. I won't fret too much over the lot of a Druid who's gone mad and screams to the heavens that 'Oakstone' (Which doesn't exist anymore at the time of this writing) has done it's worst to him. This will be my only correspondance on this matter.

Shroud yourself in His Chains, they make poor protection from Her.

Avatar of Winter,
Adrik Bergson

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Glacian, in the year 939 AF.