Robespierre the Forest Lord's page

Also, don't tell any Druids that nature isn't a sentient thing and therefore can't be spoken for or championed.

Wait a moment: You're trying to tell me that nature isn't sentient? That the world does not have a spirit and will, and direct her champions to bring down her wrath upon the callous fools who spurn her bounteous gifts or blot her glorious beauties with hovels fashioned of piles of crude chippings stolen from her very bones?

The trees of the forest of Nightdene are ancient beyond the years of man, the ground and glades between their boughs filled with tangled bushes, well-trodden paths, mysterious circles of stones, quiet pools, babbling streams, and occasional forest settlements; and almost everywhere a deep, rich, carpet of leaf-loam lies. The great forest spreads for almost a thousand miles, with much to keep one with the lifespan of even an elf busy with the exploring.
This is no place of myth however, unlike its counterpart the Forest of Sisdene, or the fey Wildwood of the Realms of Dream, but a place where men and women walk, and occasionally the axe of a woodsman is heard upon the margins.
Every now and then when the incursions of loggers become too rapacious, the druids of the forest rouse their allies and drive the greedy intruders away, and for a few generations after such slaughter, the margins of the forest recover, and push back out, and all is quiet again.
Until the loggers return, and the cycle begins again.