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Ordo Sylvanus |  |
| Pestilence
of Mankind
By Lady Nadia Arcanus Inscriptus |
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Ordo Sylvanus | |
| Pestilence
of Mankind
By Lady Nadia Arcanus Inscriptus |
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| The many tribes of nature
that have been rebelling against mankind are fueled not by their destructive
tendencies, but by ours. We are the only force that create weapons of battle
for civil war, learn magics in order to destroy nature, enslave beasts
of great power for our personal perversions, and subvert the minds of natural
and supernatural beings with our music. We give rise to disorder and foster
conflict. We fight and bicker amongst ourselves for our own petty goals.
We are the disease that is infecting nature, spreading relentlessly despite
her defensive measures. We live a life sheltered by our friends who pat
us on the back and say, "Good job." We reap the bounties of our harvest
and ask, "Is that all there is?" We persist in our own heresy, ignoring
our roles in nature.
There are those amongst us who, even now, seek to wrestle the base of power into their own hands for purposes they have not entirely shared. There are those amongst us who seem to have no other design than to interfere with the affluence and enjoyment of others. There are those amongst us who take pleasure from feeding on the innocence of the young people of our kind. There are those amongst us who honestly believe with all they hold sacred that all of society owes them something simply because they exist. We have seen famine and flood, and have caused both. We have seen peace and war, and cannot be content with either. We have seen poverty and prosperity, yet hunger for more. We have lived under tyranny and imperialism, and have always despaired. We have seen cruelty and justice, and not been able to differentiate. We have become barbarians in the truest sense, indulging in our own depravities; unable to control ourselves and unfit to govern ourselves. The gift of words is the gift of deception.1 Heed not my words, for they do you no harm. Instead, make your own observations and your own judgments. Even as you accuse me of deception, you sense the truth of my words. My purpose was not to preach or despair, but I question the values of many of our land and remain distrustful of those who claim the right to lead us. 1 Frank Herbert's Children of Dune |