Im probably one of the few Apostates that love nature. I grew up in the
Aalen forest and during those sad years listened to its sounds to soothe
my soul. At first glance nature seems peacefull but after looking at
some trees over a long period I noticed the smaller trees were not
growing or even getting smaller each year while the biggest prospered.

I realised the big trees were cutting off the sunlight to their smaller
versions, they were oppressing and killing off the weak! Nature is
littered with instances off mindless killing, backstabbing and outright
cruelty.

After I joined the Apostates and learned about the Seven Thruths I
realised nature is evil, its is an eternal struggle for perfection.
Nature is abiding laws yes, but it does not suffer from any mental
laxities like benevolence forgiveness or honor. After thousands of years
of advancement this resulted in a near perfect society.

That is untill those wretched druids came, with their herbs and their
solar collectors and started to cultivate the forests. By doing this
those peasants destroyed its perfection and started to turn nature in a
mundane thing run by and for mortals with their pathetic needs and laws.

But there is a cure. Ever wondered why old volcanoes and burned down
forests produce such lush and varied vegatation? Nature also brings
destruction but in the end destruction only helps to advance and is
sometimes even necessarry.

As I see it our efforts to burn down the forests and exterminate the
druid farms are not against nature itself but against the cultivation of
it. The whole dispute centers around Oakstone wanting more control, they
are saying they do not own the forrest but they do sometimes lock up the
forest or throw people out for no reason. They even claim control over
parks in cities, while these patches of land are cultivated and are no
more part of natures system then the flees in the beard of dwarf miner.
This level of control exceeds that of mere ownership, they are acting
like gods. But it not without any reason the real Gods gave us the skill
of extermination. We are the guardians of nature.

Tsara

you take off your veil
its night
and cold
but the sky is clear
and sounds carry far

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Mayan, in the year 334 AF.