Unfallen Verdant Blades
"You dare mention the name of that low upstart in my presence? He is a mouldering lump of compost! He claims to power rightfully mine, but how any could mistake him for King is beyond my understanding. Have you not seen the ignoble hook of his wooden nose? Have you not gazed upon the yellowed, putrescent moss that thins upon his hollow wooden skull? It should be clear to all that I am the rightful King.
"But still he subverts my servants to his cause and sets them against their betters. And, worse, the coward will not challenge me directly, but sets his home far from the forest halls where I keep my court. If I did not value so much the precints of my forest that would be destroyed should I to march to war in full, I would crush that paltry seedling back into the soil that spawned him."
-- Oak and Thorn, King of the Wood
Water for the Trees[edit]
"That wretched Solar thinks that I am weak. He thinks me an ignorant savage who squats alone in a dark cave and gnaws hungrily on the bones of sacrifice. He is wrong.
"Oh, I eat the flesh of men, but I do not do so alone. The King of the Wood is with me and, like me, he enjoys what the world has become; the gods have abandoned their posts, the Terrestrials squabble on their island and we lords of the elements are free to demand blood from the tribes of men. Neither one of us will easily return our domains to the reborn solars. Ours was an easy bargain to strike..."
-- Shouting With Iron, Elder Thunderbird, god-king of the Grinning Tempest tribe of Hill People
