Close your eyes, and imagine a world ten, twenty years, thirty years
from now.

Imagine a world where the priest class owns your collective rear ends
with the biggest monopoly of a healing service, 1000 gold per session
plus tax. Where you have to do everything in accordance to them because
the Organization of Wecure-u says so. Of course, Wecure-u is still
subject to the possibility of excommunication if they blatantly go
against the tenets of Good. So inevitably the world is run by the
Church.

That above scenario is a joke for those who would find it funny, or
horrific, or insulting... But now...

Imagine dying to a newbie snake because he bit you before you could kick
him. And for that matter, the newbie portals littered with the bodies of
your apprentices frozen in paralysis for all eternity. Most duels become
a question of who hit first. Getting jumped means instant death.

Imagine a world where you try to raid and getting stuck at a totem puts
an end to your city terrifying days and you can get yanked into said
totems by anyone because you can't get any mass. Grove users become
overpowered not because of their groves but the hoard of buzzing bees
that follow them around. Priests and Apostates may cath and absolve you
as and when they wish because you have no means to replenish mana from
the sapping. And for the Priests and Apostates, imagine having to sit
and meditate every single time you summon your angel or baalzadeen.
Stormhammer and even staffcast becomes 'emergency only' skills and
seeing level 85 mages going troll to stonepunch underworld zombies
becomes the norm. Puppeting and Vodun becomes a process of creating a
doll and half way running off screaming 'oh my god wait, I need to
meditate.' Imagine being denied every other herb you wish to eat because
you've been struck by anorexia and there is no epidermal. And bashing
becoming a pain because the only form of health replenishment is your
health vial.

Sapience, the picture I paint for you is one without broot and moss
alone. Other plants too have been stripped just not as in great quantity
as those two plants. There is no telling when they will fall full victim
to the same fate. Even if you do not feel the burn now, you *will* feel
it in the years to come. Catching this culprit(s) is no longer just
'forestal' or 'Oakstoner' business. This is now the duty and business of
the world for their own future.

Not just a forestal,
Skye B. Anchors

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Chronos, in the year 404 AF.