>>6086591Be at a peace? They preached what they believed. They let travellers, the few that came, into their quiet wooden village and shared their medicine with them so the traveller could aid their distant wounded friends.
In Wooden One time and turn, so long has passed as the Traveller arrived, trading beans for medicine and getting blankets and aid in return. Their friends wounded. Slowly recovering.
But is that not the creed that was laid down? To protect and aid and help and shelter? It proved - as it had in other crises, like the Sap Swarmer Stampede or the Great Wire Distaster of Tuesday or the Sprinkler System Showdown of Wednesday and others that peace, prosperity and proper compansionship can lead everyone - wooden and fleshborne and all others - towards a common path of shared bounty in the future.
Alas, the Woodling Council is dead.
Their warriors are dead.
Their priests are dead.
Their believers are being hunted to the ground in the GREAT HUNT and soon there will not ONE MORE heretical believer of twisted faiths.
They threatened the supremacy of the other faith in this little microcosm, and, presciently - surely that is the prerogative of the divine, so good insight there Bob- well, they just had *to go*.
Do not worry overmuch. Once the Children of the Bulb are finished murdering every last Sapling of this Wooden village, they will stampede like a horde towards the rest of the facility and spread their noxious faith like a bad fever.
