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'''Queen Rhosyn's Memoirs''' is a type of Book in the Pannithor world. It contains the last words of [[Rhosyn Ashtel|Queen Rhosyn]] before her death | '''Queen Rhosyn's Memoirs''' is a type of Book in the Pannithor world. It contains the last words of [[Rhosyn Ashtel|Queen Rhosyn]] before her death | ||
==About== | ==About== | ||
===Chapter 3=== | ===Chapter 3=== | ||
Thus were the dwarfs brought into being by the tears of our Earthen Mother. Tears shed in the lonely dark. Isolation was her midwife, and the darkness and stone were our nursery. Is it any wonder, then, that we cling to these things as a race? Isolation from the other races binds us together, the stone offers us its treasures, and the darkness ensures that we do not stray far from our families. Yet there is caution to these comforts. Isolation can lead to bitterness, treasure to greed, and the darkness can hide a multitude of sins. | Thus were the dwarfs brought into being by the tears of our Earthen Mother. Tears shed in the lonely dark. Isolation was her midwife, and the darkness and stone were our nursery. Is it any wonder, then, that we cling to these things as a race? Isolation from the other races binds us together, the stone offers us its treasures, and the darkness ensures that we do not stray far from our families. Yet there is caution to these comforts. Isolation can lead to bitterness, treasure to greed, and the darkness can hide a multitude of sins. | ||
Politics are the games of men and elves, it has no place among the clans. Yet recently, I have been troubled by the tendency of our leaders, my husband included, to use trickery and manipulations to gain what they want through less savory means. Gone are the days when disputes could be solved with honorable duels or straightforward talks. Now is the age of the gilded tongue, and I fear what that means for the soul of our empire. | |||
===Chapter 9=== | |||
The rangers of the clans are much like the Stone - Touched of the Dianek Priesthood in that they are both necessary outcasts of regular dwarf society. Yet, while a stone priest may not choose to be blessed with their abilities and may curse them at times as they are faced with their noble ostracization, rangers differ in that they are naturally drawn to the outskirts of their clans. Both of these societal outliers are important for the survival of the dwarf way of life. The priests provide us with spiritual direction and commune with the earth spirits on our behalf, summoning them to battle alongside us. The rangers, likewise, provide us with a buffer against our foes that would come upon us unawares without their intervention. Though the dwarf’s natural habitat is deep beneath the stone, a great many of our would - be predators march their armies beneath the cold sky above, and it is only the rangers who adequately prepare our holds to repel them. | |||
===Chapter 13=== | |||
War is an important part of life for the dwarfs, really for all races in Pannithor, but to our culture, it is particularly central. We are not like the warring barbarians of the frozen north who wage war to slate their bloodlust. Nor are we like the covetous demons of the Abyss who use bloodshed to jockey for position within their ranks. We are not the orc, whose very nature is destruction and murder. To us, war is the ultimate devotion of nobility, because it is the very embodiment of putting the clan’s needs above oneself. No one wishes to suffer under the terrible acts of war. No one wishes for the pain, both physical and mental, that comes from facing death on the field. Yet our warriors are willing to endure this in order that others may live on in their peace. Glory for our warriors comes not from their body count, but from the homes that they have saved or restored to their proper owners. War is not something to avoid in our culture, but it is a high price we pay for our dream of peace. At least, that is how it once was. | |||
Rivalries between clans have always been a part of our culture. Rarely does it go beyond legal mitigation, and many times, marriages will be affirmed in order to help heal the rift between two aggrieved families. It is not the dwarf way to kill each other needlessly. However, when hostilities escalate to the level of bloodshed, there is a method that has been established to ensure that everything is done honorably so that, at the conclusion of the fighting, these two clans will once again be able to sit in the king’s hall and drink together as friends. This is done so that when the real enemy approaches our gates, we know that we have only our friends beside us. | |||
===Chapter 16=== | |||
The Claansvelt has always been an important part of our society. To ascend in status is the very definition of prosperity, which is the dream of all dwarfs. Such an honor is something that is passed down from parent to child, and the chieftain who leads his clan to that Claansvelt where they are raised will go down as a legend within its annals. | |||
===Chapter 27=== | |||
Is it any wonder that my husband was able to rise so quickly through the ranks of dwarf society through his use of politics and bureaucracy? To our people, the thought of using such tactics was akin to the treachery of the goblins, or worse, the elves. Our society is a proud one, and so the use of such underhanded means was not addressed because none wanted to believe that they were being duped by them. It was easier to ignore the blackmail, the dirty rumor mongering, and the thinly veiled personal attacks on his rivals’ characters done in the shadows. Nothing is stronger than the conviction of someone who does not want to admit that they are being fooled. And Golloch fooled us all so thoroughly that we loved him for it. | |||
===Chapter 29=== | |||
Oh my beloved husband! The greatest wrong this world, or I, ever did you was in listening to your plans of conquest and then letting you think that you were entitled to them. | |||
===Epilogue=== | |||
When I think of my contributions to the history of my people, I am afraid that it will all be boiled down to one single thing: That I was married to an important person. This thought fills my dreams with dread, but what’s worse is that I cannot think of any rebuttal to that statement. I worry that my death will be the most notable thing that is written about me in our history books. That our students will simply read that ‘she was born, she was married, and she died,’ as if that is all there was to me. | |||
I have no idea why I was unable to conceive a child. I can honestly say it was not due to a lack of effort on our part, especially in the earlier part of our marriage. Perhaps there was something physically wrong with one of us. I feel that in my bones. The sense that I could not fulfill even this, the most basic of tasks required of a king’s wife. It took me some time to move past that sense of guilt, and in some ways, I still haven’t. But I wish that I could have had a child, not only because it would have been some small way of becoming part of my husband’s legacy, but because there is not much purpose in the life of a queen whose job is simply to exist, and a baby might have changed that. Part of me craved that connection that the isolation of my position denied me, ironically. Now, however, I feel as though it was fate that thwarted any pregnancy. Maybe it was the world trying to prevent the continuation of the hunger that my husband possessed. The hunger for power that his child would likely have inherited. No, I don’t think the world could have handled a second King Golloch. | |||
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Latest revision as of 05:57, 22 June 2025
Queen Rhosyn's Memoirs is a type of Book in the Pannithor world. It contains the last words of Queen Rhosyn before her death
About
Chapter 3
Thus were the dwarfs brought into being by the tears of our Earthen Mother. Tears shed in the lonely dark. Isolation was her midwife, and the darkness and stone were our nursery. Is it any wonder, then, that we cling to these things as a race? Isolation from the other races binds us together, the stone offers us its treasures, and the darkness ensures that we do not stray far from our families. Yet there is caution to these comforts. Isolation can lead to bitterness, treasure to greed, and the darkness can hide a multitude of sins.
Politics are the games of men and elves, it has no place among the clans. Yet recently, I have been troubled by the tendency of our leaders, my husband included, to use trickery and manipulations to gain what they want through less savory means. Gone are the days when disputes could be solved with honorable duels or straightforward talks. Now is the age of the gilded tongue, and I fear what that means for the soul of our empire.
Chapter 9
The rangers of the clans are much like the Stone - Touched of the Dianek Priesthood in that they are both necessary outcasts of regular dwarf society. Yet, while a stone priest may not choose to be blessed with their abilities and may curse them at times as they are faced with their noble ostracization, rangers differ in that they are naturally drawn to the outskirts of their clans. Both of these societal outliers are important for the survival of the dwarf way of life. The priests provide us with spiritual direction and commune with the earth spirits on our behalf, summoning them to battle alongside us. The rangers, likewise, provide us with a buffer against our foes that would come upon us unawares without their intervention. Though the dwarf’s natural habitat is deep beneath the stone, a great many of our would - be predators march their armies beneath the cold sky above, and it is only the rangers who adequately prepare our holds to repel them.
Chapter 13
War is an important part of life for the dwarfs, really for all races in Pannithor, but to our culture, it is particularly central. We are not like the warring barbarians of the frozen north who wage war to slate their bloodlust. Nor are we like the covetous demons of the Abyss who use bloodshed to jockey for position within their ranks. We are not the orc, whose very nature is destruction and murder. To us, war is the ultimate devotion of nobility, because it is the very embodiment of putting the clan’s needs above oneself. No one wishes to suffer under the terrible acts of war. No one wishes for the pain, both physical and mental, that comes from facing death on the field. Yet our warriors are willing to endure this in order that others may live on in their peace. Glory for our warriors comes not from their body count, but from the homes that they have saved or restored to their proper owners. War is not something to avoid in our culture, but it is a high price we pay for our dream of peace. At least, that is how it once was.
Rivalries between clans have always been a part of our culture. Rarely does it go beyond legal mitigation, and many times, marriages will be affirmed in order to help heal the rift between two aggrieved families. It is not the dwarf way to kill each other needlessly. However, when hostilities escalate to the level of bloodshed, there is a method that has been established to ensure that everything is done honorably so that, at the conclusion of the fighting, these two clans will once again be able to sit in the king’s hall and drink together as friends. This is done so that when the real enemy approaches our gates, we know that we have only our friends beside us.
Chapter 16
The Claansvelt has always been an important part of our society. To ascend in status is the very definition of prosperity, which is the dream of all dwarfs. Such an honor is something that is passed down from parent to child, and the chieftain who leads his clan to that Claansvelt where they are raised will go down as a legend within its annals.
Chapter 27
Is it any wonder that my husband was able to rise so quickly through the ranks of dwarf society through his use of politics and bureaucracy? To our people, the thought of using such tactics was akin to the treachery of the goblins, or worse, the elves. Our society is a proud one, and so the use of such underhanded means was not addressed because none wanted to believe that they were being duped by them. It was easier to ignore the blackmail, the dirty rumor mongering, and the thinly veiled personal attacks on his rivals’ characters done in the shadows. Nothing is stronger than the conviction of someone who does not want to admit that they are being fooled. And Golloch fooled us all so thoroughly that we loved him for it.
Chapter 29
Oh my beloved husband! The greatest wrong this world, or I, ever did you was in listening to your plans of conquest and then letting you think that you were entitled to them.
Epilogue
When I think of my contributions to the history of my people, I am afraid that it will all be boiled down to one single thing: That I was married to an important person. This thought fills my dreams with dread, but what’s worse is that I cannot think of any rebuttal to that statement. I worry that my death will be the most notable thing that is written about me in our history books. That our students will simply read that ‘she was born, she was married, and she died,’ as if that is all there was to me.
I have no idea why I was unable to conceive a child. I can honestly say it was not due to a lack of effort on our part, especially in the earlier part of our marriage. Perhaps there was something physically wrong with one of us. I feel that in my bones. The sense that I could not fulfill even this, the most basic of tasks required of a king’s wife. It took me some time to move past that sense of guilt, and in some ways, I still haven’t. But I wish that I could have had a child, not only because it would have been some small way of becoming part of my husband’s legacy, but because there is not much purpose in the life of a queen whose job is simply to exist, and a baby might have changed that. Part of me craved that connection that the isolation of my position denied me, ironically. Now, however, I feel as though it was fate that thwarted any pregnancy. Maybe it was the world trying to prevent the continuation of the hunger that my husband possessed. The hunger for power that his child would likely have inherited. No, I don’t think the world could have handled a second King Golloch.
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