Queen Rhosyn's Memoirs is a type of Book in the Pannithor world. It contains the last words of Queen Rhosyn before her death
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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.
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