There is work to be done.

Gandian Ravenscroft

Knight
Chicago Staff
Marshal
There is work to be done.

The Winter has thawed, the Spring is finally upon us at last!
May roots take root, and let the ancient woods persist!
May blossoms blossom, and let the new sprouts flourish!

There is work to be done.

Children of Autumn, my parents, children, and fellows, I call to you!
Awaken anew, and heed the need of the forest!
Together, Three Branches shall grow, and the loss of Three Horns shall be undone!

There is work to be done.

- Trevilan Hartley, the Gray
 
Spring is here, but that means growth is here.
Growth is good, yes, but only when you WANT growth.
So much is growing… too much.

It’s DUMB.


There are things that shouldn’t grow, things that should NEVER have sprouted.
Pests, strangling our potential, stunting our rebirth.

It’s DUUUUUUMB.


Children of Autumn, my parents, children, and fellows, I call to you!
Cut the vine, nip the bud, sever the root, do the thing!
Resources are finite, and it is time to prune the problems!
Alright? Alright.


- Skarney Glueckspilz, the Black
 
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In Spring, the buds began to sprout.
In Summer, the blossoms began to bloom.
In Autumn, the fruits begin to ripen.
In Winter, the woods begin to sleep.

Summer wanes, and we stand now at the threshold of Autumn.
The fruits of your labor are on the cusp of ripeness!
Soon is a time for harvest, a time for plenty!

Children of Autumn, my parents, children, and fellows, I call to you!
Let us swell the harvest and expand the yield!
For when the leaves fall, we must glean all what the land can provide!

- Sterrance Blanche, the White
 
The warm breezes and verdant colors of Summer have come and gone -
Now is the time of crisp winds, fallen leaves, and shortened days.
But the diligent farmer takes advantage of every last minute during days of gathering!

From seed to fruit, our crops have grown, and the harvest is now upon us!
The life of the land has produced life for the life on the land,
For as the people care for the land, so too shall the land care for the people!

Children of Autumn, my parents, children, and fellows, I call to you!
Join me in gathering the sustenance we will need for the incoming Winter!
Together we can stockpile, feast, and prepare for a peaceful sleep!

There is work to be done.

- Trevilan Hartley, the Gray
 
Well, the end of the year is here at last.
Enough of the growth and expansion from the last many months,
For now is the time for death and slumber to take root!
After all, it’s cold out.

Snow drifts down from the above and the wind bites from all sides!
The chill will sort out who deserves to live and who deserves to rot!
Like, it's gonna get reeeeeaaaalllly cold.

Children of Autumn, my parents, children, and fellows, I call to you!
Time for the weak to die out, and the strong to close their eyes!
Let's prepare for the Winter, and set the forest down to rest!
Seriously, I'm freezing.

- Skarney Glueckspilz, the Black
 
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