Crown Sickness

[Dun_Irongut 104]

*A note is pinned around the kingdoms, as well as the temple lands. It is neatly written and its letters sharply edged*

 

There's a feeling that one gets when a crown is too heavy. A feeling that can only be described as what it is: a sickness. I've known many kings who could bear the weight of the crown, albeit with a heavy heart and a broken mind: Kjell the Mighty, Hiebe the Wisdomed, Balek the Stable...

 

The sickness lives deep inside you. It comes quick and without warning. It comes with thoughts of rhetoric and thoughts of slander. Thoughts of power. Thoughts of hunger.

 

These are the thoughts that sit upon the head of my second cousin, Skippy Irongut. He sits upon his throne, his wall, his towers and yells: "Kinslayer. Fool. Wretch." These words directed at me? His cousin? His brother-in-arms for hundreds of years? 

 

There is a sickness brewing in the mind of my dearest cousin. And I surely hope you do not catch it.

 

Keep your ears open and don't forget what it means to rule. I hold a heavy heart and I expect the beardlings to bark back at me. And I do not hold them at fault for this. Only one.

 

 

- Dun Irongut

[Hiebe 2493]

Foightin in blood is nae guud....

Dis war will fraction da dwarves fer a long toime

[Huh 91]

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