My brothers and sisters of Oromëa,
As I sit here in a library in the world of Nave I am weary. Weary of my journey through the many worlds that I have been searching through for a place to re-plant our great forest. I sit here and reflect on the past and look to the future as I write this letter to any that have followed Oromë the Hunter; or still do.
I remember us first starting in the new world of Agon.
Long had we prepared to enter that world and protect the forests from those that would abuse them. But the creators of Agon had decieved us and many left after they witnessed the poison that was slowly seeping into the forest of Mirendil. Many of us then wandered lost through many different lands. Some forsook our Forest and the Hunter and walked the corrupted paths of our enemies. While others slipped into solitude and mourned the passing of our Forest in Mirendil.
A small band of Oromëans found their way to the land of Nave but we found the ground hard and unyielding. Most of the ground there would not accept the roots of our trees and where we did find fertile soil our saplings were ripped out before they got the chance to grow. So we searched and waited for new lands and worlds to reveal themselves.
And this is why I sit here weary but writing with new hope. A new land has been discovered. A land where the trees are not magicly enchanted to be unclimbable. A land where we can build our village any way we like. Where we can have fisherman and inn-keepers, farms and orchards. We can plant our own saplings and watch them grow.
Oromë the Hunter stirs again and beckons to all Oromëans. Awaken Oromëans from your sorrowful mourning of our lost forest of Mirendil. Find your way back to our santuary for there is much to be done. Head the call and help us to prepare our saplings to re-plant in this new world.
Ikkari
ArchMage of Oromëa
First of the Council



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