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This oath was cast to the ever flowing sea of winds, to be heard by none but nature and it's swearer, but through an unknown insight it has found it's way to you all. It's words promise, yet not of loyalty, or of vengeance: it promises something that few in Endle can truly achieve.

It promises that something will change.

The swearer promises, and commands, that something will change. Remember the words, the command, the promise, because the swearer will do everything in his power to render the words true. Whether it be through heroics or blood, that part is undetermined.

Heed them well, for you may witness the command followed, the promise of change fulfilled.

"Trees, groan your war cries.

Bark, become my armor, my bulwark.

Dirt, create the fields on which I will do war.

Vines, besiege my opponents' cold stone walls,

and return them to the earth's embrace.

Flowers of all shapes, of all sizes,

poison the ground upon which evil's army walks.

May the unnatural, the unholy, and the unstoppable

become the undone at my hands."

(For those wanting a straightforward answer, this is a little teaser to a character that I hope to introduce to Endle one day. As for what I have planned for him, it is anything but little...)

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body div#devskin0 hr { }

This oath was cast to the ever flowing sea of winds, to be heard by none but nature and it's swearer, but through an unknown insight it has found it's way to you all. It's words promise, yet not of loyalty, or of vengeance: it promises something that few in Endle can truly achieve.

It promises that something will change.

The swearer promises, and commands, that something will change. Remember the words, the command, the promise, because the swearer will do everything in his power to render the words true. Whether it be through heroics or blood, that part is undetermined.

Heed them well, for you may witness the command followed, the promise of change fulfilled.

"Trees, groan your war cries.

Bark, become my armor, my bulwark.

Dirt, create the fields on which I will do war.

Vines, besiege my opponents' cold stone walls,

and return them to the earth's embrace.

Flowers of all shapes, of all sizes,

poison the ground upon which evil's army walks.

May the unnatural, the unholy, and the unstoppable

become the undone at my hands."

(For those wanting a straightforward answer, this is a little teaser to a character that I hope to introduce to Endle one day. As for what I have planned for him, it is anything but little...)