Denizens of the Basin,

I come before you a sad, tired young man. For months my friends and I
have worked to begin rebuilding the Glomdoring forest. We were met with
failure after failure after failure.. Bad timing, small mistakes, simple
accidents. Last month, we finally succeeded. But let's look at that road
to success.

I retired from the Nihilists and Magnagora to form the Disciples. I
extended the offer of peace to Serenwilde and Celest alike. The few who
sought to join me were abused by their former homes but they
perservered. Guido was killed at least 5 times by Serenwilde.. Richter
at least twice. Yet onward we struggled, searching for another way, a
new chance at life, a new future for the glorious Forest of Glomdoring.
The first step to rebuilding was the raising of Crow. Yet.. Crow would
not be dead if it were not for the unnecessary aggression of the
butchers in Serenwilde. They sent White Hart crusading after Crow and
slaughtered him in his tree. So the Disciples worked to return him to
life. We needed deer to do so, and there were not enough in the
Glomdoring. Yet every time I went into the Serenwilde, questing after
deer for the purposes of undoing the grievous wrongs wrought by the
brutal Serenwilders, they slew me and mocked me.
Still, I struggled onwards. My companions did the same, disregarding the
losses and flinging themselves at the greater good. Half a dozen
Serenwilders tracked me down and slew me in my home last month. My
crime? Daring to try and correct their aggressions, to heal the wounds
they had inflicted on a defenseless Forest. Yet still the Disciples
fought, and we finally succeeded. At least! We made it! Despite all the
odds.

Then I return to the realms this month, and I'm told that Crow was slain
again.

I call upon all citizens of the Basin, regardless of your distaste for
me as a person, regardless of your hatred for the taint. You may love
me, or hate me, but I call on every one of you to condemn the actions of
Serenwilde. The murderers and butchers in that pitiful Commune have
slain the Patron of Glomdoring twice, myself countless times, and my
friends even more. I ask for peace and they douse me in blood. These are
the actions of Serenwilde, and I beseech the denizens of the Basin to
see Serenwilde in the shameful light they bask in.

Serenwilders, you have demonstrated once again that you care for nothing
beyond the coppery taste of blood in your mouths. No doubt I will be
replied to, calling me names, insulting me, mocking the taint, claiming
it was self-defense. Lie all you like, the rest of the Basin is smart
enough to pierce your shallow deceptions. I was no threat, Crow was no
threat, the Disciples were no threat. In the future, we might be. But
you have murdered infants as they struggle to grow.

Congratulations, Serenwilders. You have outdone the brutality shown by
Celest, Magnagora, my past self, and any other group in the land. How's
it feel

F'ai, Glomdoring!
Visaeris Mae'loch

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Avechary, in the year 102 CE.