Initiate,

I shan't justify the scribblings of your crazed druidic theologasters with reply, but your post, while well-written, moves me to comment and, perhaps, ask further explanation. You write that:

"[Nature] is not Good, for it has no opinion on righteous action."

And I should heartily agree.

For when considering the many planes of the vast cosmos which comprise Creation, your village - apparently dedicated to extending the reach of the natural world as it is - possesses a remarkably short-sighted view of its future. Lackadaisical even. An educated opinion on righteous action might actually be a novel thing to hear from the Ithmian bushmen. Alas.

"What is sacrifice to the natural world?"

What is ex-Aegean blood ritual to the ecosystems of Achaea? And sacrifice? An afternoon of wantonly tossing about the butchered entrails of honest Jaruvians and dwarves before kicking back with some bark tea is certainly not it. Perhaps consider the efficacy of virtuous self-sacrifice instead: that power by which the Bloodsworn Gods so handily led and facilitated the defeat of the Worldreaver, saving existence as we know it.

"Forgiveness?"

Please give my regards to Mycen Aristata, inveterate snipe fiend of that Western family, for she and many others like her give the lie to the claim that even the Ithmias do not know forgiveness.

Nature's quarrel with Good, on the other hand, remains as inexplicable as your questionable grove practices (angelic sight has, unfortunately, witnessed more nude tree dances than can ever be reasonably explained). That your tribesmen choose to bang their heads against a few walls by a river on a previously empty plain while doing nothing in addressing the very real chaotic dangers encroaching on the bounds of our multiverse approaches the height of absurdity.

You are wise to acknowledge the obvious: Nature has never encompassed the essence of Good, limited in its green goals that it is. Good is an orderly force which springs from Creation itself to spur on universal flourishing; its scope has never been restricted to the Ithmian love affair with the inanimate shrubs and grasses of the earth.

With warm regard,

Halos Vorondil



Penned by my hand on the 17th of Phaestian, in the year 696 AF.