Heartwood,

Some of you might recognize me. I did spend one or two years serving the Council, after all, give or take a few decades up until the year of my birth, so some of us have certainly met.

You have placed the Cycle, the balance of Prime and Dia'ruis above all. Frankly, it is respectable to hold to your duty. I could understand that, as my own duty evolved beyond itself. Things change. For future reference, you should endeavor to change for the better - and to hold to your resolve.

Since leaving, I have witnessed you take the Warlord's Herald under your eaves, in deed if not in name. The same Warlord whose betrayal of the Hunter led to the death of a piece of Dendara in Farsai, in the failed trap for Yvalamon. The same Warlord who lied about honoring the Lady Lleis's sacrifice to gain the Hunter's trust.

While preaching the Cycle, you march arm in arm with undead and vampires against those who bled alongside the Council in defense of the Wilds. I would know. I was there in Mamashi. I was there at the Spears. I was there to guide what was the Beacon into Dendara when Illikaal became Tiarna an-Kiar, and when we fought the aberrations within.

In so doing, you spit on the sacrifices unwilling, who deserve solemn respect for the theft of their lives. You dishonor the ancestors who bled and died to defend the wood from the Dreamless. You dishonor the death of Raest, and better he lived than many who did not volunteer in his place.

I'm sure not all of you are complicit. Those who see the hypocrisy in standing alongside vampires while screaming for the Cycle - you know you must do something. Make sure it is not nothing.

To those who are:

Under the sun I name you false. Under the moon I name you friendless and accursed. In the turning of four seasons I name you traitors of the worst kind. You have betrayed your cause, and so you have spat upon the sacrifices of those who came before.

In duty eternal,
E. Redwood.

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 13th of Chakros, in the year 510 MA.