Greetings Kaelin!
This is directed to you. To be for you, and about you. Just a little
something from an old friend!

You lead a city, that declares the weak unworthy of living. Yet you are
not strong enough of the mind to do your own dirty work.

You make insults and threats, yet of body, you are so weak that you will
not leave your city's walls to wield your swords.

You declare yourself able to endure hardship, yet all we see from you
time and again are complaints, hiding and excuses. The showings of a
coward.

If you truely believed in the teachings of your Lord, you would have
upheld the agreement your city had with the forests without second
thought. Surely a little hardship should be welcome by Tybalt. For in
this case, it would be both self AND externally-imposed.

The body may be made stronger through combat.

I declare you weak Kaelin. I declare you weak of body, mind and soul.
You know where I live Kaelin. I know you are not enemied, you have
hidden behind the actions of others so that you would not be so.
Fighting me would not gain you enemy status. I will call off Nimby so
that you may fight me alone. Here I stand before you Kaelin. And unless
you are able to prove otherwise, I declare you false in all of your
claims.

In truth, I expect to see some posts following this one. Most of them
will be ignored by me. And the one in which you make excuses shall be
briefly scanned, but not taken seriously. I already know what you are.
Sapience already knows what you are. You are a coward and a weakly. You
may hide Kaelin. Hide behind people, hide behind words, hide behind
walls. But everyone knows the truth. You are weak, and you will be
destoryed.

I live in the wild, and look foward to your calling. Though it will
never come.
The Storm Ent of Northreach

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Mayan, in the year 348 AF.