Archai.


One suspects that your ill-advised clan will see vastly more success once they find a leader that isn't thicker than pig shit and nuttier than squirrel droppings. Given that a century or so of effort has yielded little growth and approximately nothing of value, I reckon a time-warp would be beneficial as well.

As for my signature, it was a phrase from a language that was ancient twice-over by the time the first followers of Evil walked the lands, and one passed down through the lineage of Nature's knighthood for the millennia we have tread. That you are unfamiliar with the history you seek to speak for is unsurprising. The confidence with which you seem to boldly proclaim nonsense, on the other hand, is.

[a rudimentary drawing of two acorns adorns the space above the signature written in long, flower-adorned calligraphy]

Sir Aodfionn Wintermourne
A Gaian Knight

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Aeguary, in the year 986 AF.