Case File: Greg the Druid
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So tell him to recant it?
If he wont, well, then that's probably more of a problem.
-A Clerk.
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I take little issue of the ravings of a bare foot wanderer to silly to build himself a house to sleep in.
Maybe ask him for proof of ownership if he disputes his Majesty in a land claim.
Were it to be true, it is Johnsons clerical error, as he was responsible for land deeds in the late 1350s.
-Clerk Robinson
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Greg attacked myself and Clark in the faceless with numerous other adventurers to prevent himself being arrested for numerous assualts on adventurers and Lucy being arrested for aiding Vossler the lycan in the past.
After we were beaten by overwhelming odds he and his allies wished to drag us to the Hullack to murder us.
Had Jazdia not arrived with the people's militia and the Scarlets not attacked him and a dwarven ally to prevent us being dragged off I am certain we would be dead.
A bounty needs to be issued to show the druids cannot do as they please.
Bryce
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Then put the bounty to a vote councillor, let's not have the same issue as recently where... a certain clerk got over excited and posted a bounty before the council had decided the terms.
-A Clerk
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It has been put to a vote.
I enclose the statement from Kalil on the assualt on him
@Yavamaya said in Letter: Kalil:
Of course, Bryce.
I was exploring the old smuggling tunnels, seeking the entity that we spoke of prior.
I was set upon by the undead. Zombies. Being not much of a warrior, I was attempting to outpace them while delving deeper. They had cornered me, however.
At this time, a band of people appeared. I suppose there is no better term than "adventurers". Greg, an amnian woman with a lovely accent named Lucy, the orc "Rot", and two other faces I've not put names to.
Lucy and I spoke. It was welcome to hear my native tongue. We discussed the futility of her sapphire-crossed "good hopes" for a moment before we started to leave.
Rot, I believe it was, had accused me of stalling to make time for some fouler assault. In perhaps a cruel twist of fate, it was at that moment the rotting, undead Kenku attacked us. Followed by several skeletons.
The group took the fight below and, not missing an opportunity to be curious, I followed them. I stayed far behind until they broke through the front line.
You have seen how utterly incompetent I am in a fight. I'm sure you agree that it was safer for all parties that I remain out of it.
Once they broke the front line, cultists began to attack in earnest. During this much-thinned melee, I crept past the line and began attempting to decipher the cult's purpose.
In my seeking, I discovered that they likely were not infernalists, but instead necromancers. They were studying methods to make undead more resistant to Holy turning.
When I looked back up, most of the party had fallen, so I snuck back, and started checking pulses.
I was struck down at this point by a cultist, but came to surrounded by the adventurers.
They then immediately attacked me, out of some insanity that I was working for the necromancers.
Again- you have seen the magic that I am capable of. Little more than cantrips and armor.
I was thrashed from wall to wall by Greg, in the form of a bear, mauled by his claws, and battered by the rest. I had neither the chance, nor the intent to fight back.
They left me in the hands of Rot. He then took my hand with his blade as some grisly trophy, I assume.
I was utterly delerious for the next several minutes, as I'm sure you can imagine. I remember the group falling to chaos, Rot attacking them, them attacking Rot and each other.
When my mind returned, I was being escorted from the ruins by one of their number. For "questioning". I fear the sort of torture that implies, if this is their response to being weak.
Thankfully, Nethki arrived shortly after we left and removed me from their custody. She proceeded to disinfect my wound and get me back on my feet.
If you read nothing else, then read this. This cannot be allowed to stand. We must seek the strength which I am guiding you towards to stop this degeneracy from happening to men even more helpless than I. We must seek justice. Prove yourself.
-Kalil
Bryce
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It seems I have arrived at the 11th hour. However, it would seem several members of this Council, do not understand the ways of the Wanderers of the Woods, and therefore see enemies where none are.
Greg has been appointed caretaker of the Hullack Forest, by being the Guardian of its Grove. He does not own it, it is not his, anymore than the Kings Forest is mine, or the Redwood being Soppi's. We are the custodians of the balance in each forest, the others as Great Druids, I as a squire to the Spirit of the Forest.
It is by our work that the wolves do not become too plentiful and thus begin stalking the roads, that there are still meat and animals to hunt. In the case of the Hullack Forest and the Curse of Tethgard, it is the burden of Greg to ensure that these slaad do not spill further into the forest, or begin spreading to other areas.
It is not that others are not allowed to travel into the Hullack Forest. It is to ensure the slaad eggs do not spread, for if they do, then I assure you, our country will soon be facing something far worse than an angry druid.
I hear from the Clerks, that in these files, you both demand that we as the Wildwalkers deal with the situation, but at the same time, wish to tell us how. Are any of you prepared to face the dangers of the Hullack Forest every day, to hinder the spread? To keep the werewolves and other monsters at bay? Greg is the best defense this country has against the darkness of the Hullack Forest, because few alive understand it, every single grass straw, as he does.
If you have something you wish me to ensure that he does, if some of you wish to accompany us in our battles, by all means raise your voice. If you have genuine concerns, let me hear them, and I shall see to it, as the voice of the druids on this council.
But just as we do not, or in the future at least, will not try and dictate how Eveningstar is best governed, the training methods of the Precepts, or will interfere in the enforcement of the laws in the city, do try and show a bit of respect towards those who maintain the world outside your safe city walls.
It is I and mine who patrol the roads, forests and meadows, keeping the foul at bay, keeping the world in balance, and ensuring you and the people have something to eat, or can travel to and from Eveningstar without being eaten by starved animals.
-Adrienne
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Moved from Plot Faction: Council of Twelve Peers by S Swifty Willownall
