Greetings friends,

As I sit and contemplate our existance among the great scheme of life, the beauty of my surroundings set in. The wind rustles through the branches of the magestic oaks, which protect the serene flora and fauna below. I begin to drift into another world, another place, deep within my soul. A sudden clang rips me from my peaceful surroundings, back into the realm of reality and perception. Vaguely recalling my surroundings, I stand, and stare at the stars in the sky as I walk down an invisible forest trail. I take a few steps forward, realizing I am late for my torture session with the wandering monk.
Thump! I bump into a large and massive pole, with a magnificant flag, swinging in the breeze. It looks highly out of place, and I wonder where it has come from. Realizing I am low on supplies, I head back to Ashtan to pick up more food, and learn of the latest gossip. Along the way, I see many more flags, even more abundant than the many shrines littering the countryside. I also noticed that the area around the poles have been trampled with the footsteps of many, crushing the delicate wildlife beneath. Finally arriving at Ashtan, I immediatly inquire about the flags.
Many people were surprised at my change, since I retreated to the wilderness and endured much self-inflicted torture. Being polite, they told me the cities have begun to claim other areas, and recieve gold for every location they claim. This sounded logical enough, since cities need funds to expand and grow. I quickly purchased some mutton, and retreated back to my secluded areas.
When I returned, I found the flags remained in their spots, waving mercilessly in the wind. Setting myself down in a comfortable spot, I remove a small obsidion dagger from my backpack, close my eyes, and pierce my arm below the elbow. I feel a sudden rush surge through my body, and feel my blood streaming down my arm. I smile slightly, knowing that I am learning to endure pain, and am suddenly interrupted.
"Get out of my grove! I've had enough intruders for one day, and do not need more of my precious plants destroyed by the likes of you city folk!" A beautiful female stands before me, her hair red and flowing, and her cheeks and lips the same shade of her hair. She yells at me, scolding me for being with "them" and destroying nature. I apologize, and explain I belong with no city, but am a wanderer of the lands, seeking seclusion for my torture. Confused, yet satisfied, she speaks with me, about Oakstone, Hashan, her ruined plants which will not grow as fast as normal, and the new road which will cut through the forest nearby. As she spoke, I can see her eyes burn with the color of her hair, the hate towards the city building up. She says that she hopes the Oakstone will save the forest. I agree fully, for I can not concentrate as fully as I could with the flags around. Saying goodbye, I move on to Hashan, maybe able to speak with some about the road.
I greet a young man walking in the streets, and ask him why the city is destroying the forests. "Destroying the forests? We are not destroying the forests. If our city is to be any competition with other cities, we need some claimed territory as our own. It is in no way destroying the forests. We also had an agreement about the road. Sometimes, I think that the city should be allowed to expand. What right do the druids have to tell Hashan what to do. I am not in charge, but feel that we should expand farther than we have. The Druids have enough forests, and we will be able to thrive as well as the other cities do." I talk with the man for some time, seeing the same rage that burned within the Druid, then walk back toward the forest. It is true of what he says, they do need funds for their military and expansion, but should they destroy the forests to do this? I can see that the problem is beginning to look like an unattached mushroom sigil, waiting to attach to the forest and the city. Althou
The only solution I see is war. I strive in my existance for greatness, and strengthening the mortal races. The forests are needed to survive, for the future of the planet is in the Druids hands, for they protect the very environment that ensures our ultimate survival. The city is needed as well, a non-affiliated place where people who which to detach themselves from many alignment fights, yet wish to remain in an urban environment can go to. Hashan will expand, it could take many many years, but it will expand. Logically, there can be room for only one. To ensure our greatness as mortals, the strongest should remain. Although my logic seems a horrible fate to some, it is the only way our mortals can achieve the strength we deserve.
I am sorry if I offended anyone in my story, but it is a true story of the past events. I wish my idea is taken, for the Druids and Hashan will finally be fully free of the other, depending on the stronger side. May evil guide you all on your path toward greatness.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Sarapin, in the year 228 AF.