Kasénal: Rhoskeil I

51 A.W

Five years, dear friend, passed us by.

Even more since we last met,

But your immortal soul is in twists and knots.

Destroyer of Empires, Killer of Gods, Southern Giant,

Man of War, Sword of the King, Merciful General,

All of these names bestowed upon you.

You made the East tremble;

You made their gods bleed,

All for your king,

A king who feared you.

Blunt, honest, and loyal,

The perfect qualities for a regular person,

But you, dear friend, were a general.

The scheming of politics was antithetical to you,

But you, ever patient and loyal, worked diligently regardless.

Cities were taken, towns occupied, fortresses besieged.

Held in high regard by the enemy

Celebrated as a hero by your people and allies.

Gone before his time,

Gone before he could truly be happy.

Father, brother, son

Friend, lover, husband

Despite the War, you filled many lives with joy,

But to spite you, the war took away.

The loss of an older sister thrust you to the battlefield.

The loss of a younger brother thrust you to the edge of madness.

The loss of a husband thrust you to diplomacy.

The loss of a wife thrust you into a constant, never-ending sorrow.

You chose to lose nothing else,

How you managed, dear friend, is beyond the capabilities of most.

The world, even now, is awed by your endeavors

A beast in the form of a man,

But they do not know you.

They know not of the time you freed prisoners, out of mercy,

Nor of your several lovers, human and elf,

Nor of your horror at the sight of elves sacrificing their blood for their god,

Nor of the pain felt when your wife passed in labor

Nor of your love of children,

Nor of your distrust of pirates, brothels, and gamblers,

Nor of the pain felt when your daughter married a man embodying all three.

Dear friend, I have missed you so,

And I know not if the different faiths truly have the same afterlife,

But if so, from one relic to the next, Gods I miss the old times.

Not the bloodshed and death, no, but the people.

Léken, Kozvrena, Saleneitam, and the rest of us.

Even those two elvish girls we constantly found.

They could never find peace, Gods be with them now.

Perhaps they were liberated by some kind soul.

Maybe we can all sit down again,

But for now,wait for us, Rhoskeil. Wait for us.