Chronicle Of The Gargoyle Queen Vol. 1

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'''Title: Chronicle of the Gargoyle Queen Vol. I'''
  
 
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'''Entry IV - The Fall of the Old Regime'''
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I am the Gargoyle Queen. Even now, a thousand years later, it feels so strange to write these words. It has been a long, hard road, paved with failure, success, and great loss. But I do not regret the choices I have made, nor do I regret accepting the responsibility bestowed upon me. I have decided to chronicle the events of my life that led up to my ascension to the throne. Let history judge me as it will, but let it be by my own words.
  
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The Void had always been a formidable enemy. Shapeless, unpredictable and primal, its attacks held no tactics or system. But, that year, everything changed. For the first time, the Void was organized. Out of the darkness, a daemon general like no other arose, rallying the seemingly mindless, destructive beasts that plagued our land into a single and brutal force. In just a few short months, more of our kingdom had been taken by the Void than ever before, and Scelestus the Defiler had proven to be impossible to destroy. Unlike the other creatures of the Void, Scelestus was immune to all magical and physical attacks used against him. No matter what they tried, our warriors could not manage to harm the monster, and that was if they were even able to get close to him. Scelestus controlled a seemingly endless army of his own personal minions; strong, vicious monsters whose breath was lethal poison. Desperate, our king went against the advise of his councilors and rode out in battle amidst his personal guard. Honed and war forged, the King's guards were the fiercest warriors in the kingdom. Leading the army himself, the King met Scelestus on the battlefield, determined to annihilate the beast. It was in that moment the history of Ter Mur was completely rewritten.Trajalem, the current king, was defeated in battle by the Defiler, along with all of his guards. The Defiler felled them as if they were Wingless Ones, slaughtering them mercilessly. Thus, Ter Mur was without a leader. The Royal City fell into political chaos and infighting as the councilors all fought over who should ascend to the throne and lead the people. It was then that Naxatilor the Seer, who had been the previous king's closest advisor, came to me and told me of his plan, which would change my life forever.
 
  
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The Seer is the one who brought the news of the king's death to me, and of the Defiler. As my broodmothers and I listened, terror in our hearts, he explained how the Defiler had proven invincible and that he feared, if something was not done, Ter Mur would fall to the void. Naxatilor then proceeded to explain that he had been studying the Void for generations, and testing out different theories as to how it could be attacked and, one day, defeated. He had come to the conclusion that the key to overpowering the darkness was in wielding its anathema against it: creation. The Void is the personification of destruction and annihilation; Naxatilor believed that creation magic, as its polar opposite, may prove to be an extremely potent. Creation magic the very magic that we broodmothers used to create eggs. The Seer had come to us because he wanted to train us to wield that magic as a weapon….and fight against the Void. The mothers were hesitant to accept as quickly as I, with the exception of one my daughter, Rhista. Shortly after I had given up petitioning the various kings, I found solace in creating a child of my very own, outside of the birthing rite. As High Broodmother, I was allowed to make an exception and create a child of my own, on the auspice of naming my successor. I had woven Rhista in a private ritual, with her being the only child I created. She had grown into a beautiful and honorable gargoyle woman, and reminded me so much of myself. It was she that raised her voice to the other Broodmothers in unison with mine, inspiring them to accept Naxatilor's offer of training on behalf of our people.Thus, our training began.
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'''Entry I - The Beginning'''
  
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A thousand years ago, Gargish life was vastly different than the enlightened society we are today. Controlled by an ancient system of tradition and caste, our lives were dictated based on customs established since time remembered. As a female, I was considered lesser than a male. In Gargish society, males were deemed superior; Gargoyle females were only allowed one of two roles: Broodmother or Healer. As a Healer, you were forced to spend your life nursing the wounded and the Wingless Ones. As a Broodmother, you had only one purpose: to create children. The creation of children was accomplished by channeling your very life force and weaving it, manifesting it into eggs. In one birthing rite, a single Broodmother could produce anywhere from ten to twenty five Wingless Ones. Usually, all children created were to be male (you can designate the gender during your weaving); females were only allowed to be woven into existence when there was a need, such as replacing an existing Healer or Broodmother. The birthing ritual was conducted and overseen by the High Broodmother; it was her magic that completed the transformation of the lesser Broodmother's essence into eggs. This duty was sacred but it was also finite; the ritual depletes the High Broodmother's magical power over time and, eventually, she is rendered powerless. At this point, she steps down as High Broodmother. After five hundred years, my predecessor, Shilaxrinar could no longer perform and named me her successor. Though all the other Mothers were envious, I was not happy to obtain this respected position; I viewed my assumption of the title as a death sentence. Ever since I could remember, I had chafed at the fact that females were treated as nothing but glorified slaves. Forced to birth until our magical power was destroyed or to be nursemaids, I vehemently disagreed with these traditions and longed to bring about change. With my ascension to High Broodmother, I had hoped to use the respect of the title to gain the ear of the king and perhaps bring about the change I so desperately wanted...but I was a fool.
  
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'''Entry V - From Broodmother to Warrior.'''
 
  
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Naxatilor put us through the most intense and demanding training that any of us had ever experienced. He ran us into the ground, a relentless and unforgiving trainer. But we did not complain; we knew that the fate of our land depended on our success. Finally, he received word that the Defiler's army had reached the Royal City and informed us that there was no more time. Thus, for the first time in our life, we stepped foot off of Athenaeum Isle. Opening a portal, Naxatilor transported us to the Throne Room in the Royal City. There was no time to stand in awe at the beauty we had so longed to see, as the Seer led us to the Armory, where he advised us to don any armor that would fit us in preparation of battle. The ten of us donned haphazard, mismatching armor, and chose weapons for close combat. I remember, in that last moment before we left, Naxatilor turned and looked over our motley crew, nodding his head in approval. He then proceeded to explain his plan for battling the Defiler. He was confident that our magic would be potent against the minor demons in the army, but he was unsure about the Defiler himself. He believed that the Defiler protected his body with a tightly woven shield of corruption and Void energy, and breaking that shield may not be possible. Thus, he offered his ultimate plan: if we found that we were unable to wound the Void general, we were to combine our powers and encase him in the same protective field that we used to protect newly created eggs. When an egg is manifested, it is fragile; the final step of the birthing rite is to weave a protective barrier around it that is full of nurturing energy. It fosters health and strength, nurturing the egg until it is ready to hatch. Naxatilor explained that we simply must alter our intent when we weave the barrier, turning the field into a prison rather than a nurturing shield. He believed that, with our powers combined, we could indefinitely imprison the beast, removing him from battle. It would not be a permanent solution, but something that would buy us more time to hone our powers and prepare ourselves to face him again eventually. The next few hours were a blur. The Defiler's army had breached the gates to the Royal City and had begun wreaking havoc in destruction in their and uncorrupted, for countless millennia. Though I had never walked its streets, I knew what it symbolized. That rage fueled my powers, and the daemons fell before me. My sisters and I were like a force of nature, cutting through the daemonic forces like a furious storm. Naxatilor had been correct; with the power of creation fueling our magic, we were lethal to the Void. I remember fighting alongside the males of our army, and watching the respect and awe on their faces as my sisters and I slew these vicious beasts almost instantly. But, despite the fact that we knew our powers were lethal to the Void, it still seemed to easy. Though the army had breached the Royal City, it was small in number. It was then that the news came which confirmed my suspicions. The attack on the Royal City had been a distraction tactic. The Defiler had launched an assault on the Athenaeum Isle, and it was now swarming the bulk of his army.  
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'''Entry II - The Hubris of Kings'''
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The paragon of Gargish tradition, our King had absolutely no desire to hear my thoughts and desires. He told me that, if the Void was finally destroyed, perhaps then we could discuss breaking tradition and granting more freedom to the females of our race. When I countered that perhaps allowing only males to fight the Void was the reason we had yet to win, he flew into a furious rage and reminded me to remember my place. I asked him how could I possibly forget my place when it was so small in the world and I was naught but a glorified slave and prisoner? The King silenced me with a wave of his hand and advised me to go back to the Breeding Grounds, never troubling him with my "foolish notions" again. Bitter, I did as he asked, and bided my time until a new King was chosen. Gargish rulers did not last long, you see. It was believed that the king must be the strongest of all warriors, able to best any opposition. Thus, to ensure that we were consistently ruled by the best of the best, each year the Challenge Rite was conducted. During this rite, any male who wished to challenge the current king was allowed to do so through an official session of trials by combat. Through these trials, if the current king was defeated, the new champion of the people would ascend to the throne. It was a brutal selection process, and provided constant changes to the throne of Ter Mur. With this knowledge, I bided my time, anxiously awaiting the next king's selection.
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'''Entry III - The Beginning of the End'''
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One hundred years and countless kings later, nothing had changed. Each time a new King ascended through the Challenge, I attempted to win him over to my cause and listen to my desires to allow my sisters and I more freedom, to aid in the battle against the Void. Each request was refused adamantly and vehemently, the response being that our entire society was based on these traditions and females have no purpose in life other than to heal and make children. No matter how hard I tried, I was a female and, in the eyes of the males, lesser than they. I bitterly resigned myself to my fate and admitted that I would never be granted the life that I wanted. I over saw countless birthing rites, watching my power flow out of me again and again, cursing it each time. Outside of our walls, the Void continued to swallow our land, tearing it apart at the seams.  
  
 
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Latest revision as of 03:35, 22 July 2025

Title: Chronicle of the Gargoyle Queen Vol. I

Author: Queen Zhah

I am the Gargoyle Queen. Even now, a thousand years later, it feels so strange to write these words. It has been a long, hard road, paved with failure, success, and great loss. But I do not regret the choices I have made, nor do I regret accepting the responsibility bestowed upon me. I have decided to chronicle the events of my life that led up to my ascension to the throne. Let history judge me as it will, but let it be by my own words.


Entry I - The Beginning

A thousand years ago, Gargish life was vastly different than the enlightened society we are today. Controlled by an ancient system of tradition and caste, our lives were dictated based on customs established since time remembered. As a female, I was considered lesser than a male. In Gargish society, males were deemed superior; Gargoyle females were only allowed one of two roles: Broodmother or Healer. As a Healer, you were forced to spend your life nursing the wounded and the Wingless Ones. As a Broodmother, you had only one purpose: to create children. The creation of children was accomplished by channeling your very life force and weaving it, manifesting it into eggs. In one birthing rite, a single Broodmother could produce anywhere from ten to twenty five Wingless Ones. Usually, all children created were to be male (you can designate the gender during your weaving); females were only allowed to be woven into existence when there was a need, such as replacing an existing Healer or Broodmother. The birthing ritual was conducted and overseen by the High Broodmother; it was her magic that completed the transformation of the lesser Broodmother's essence into eggs. This duty was sacred but it was also finite; the ritual depletes the High Broodmother's magical power over time and, eventually, she is rendered powerless. At this point, she steps down as High Broodmother. After five hundred years, my predecessor, Shilaxrinar could no longer perform and named me her successor. Though all the other Mothers were envious, I was not happy to obtain this respected position; I viewed my assumption of the title as a death sentence. Ever since I could remember, I had chafed at the fact that females were treated as nothing but glorified slaves. Forced to birth until our magical power was destroyed or to be nursemaids, I vehemently disagreed with these traditions and longed to bring about change. With my ascension to High Broodmother, I had hoped to use the respect of the title to gain the ear of the king and perhaps bring about the change I so desperately wanted...but I was a fool.


Entry II - The Hubris of Kings

The paragon of Gargish tradition, our King had absolutely no desire to hear my thoughts and desires. He told me that, if the Void was finally destroyed, perhaps then we could discuss breaking tradition and granting more freedom to the females of our race. When I countered that perhaps allowing only males to fight the Void was the reason we had yet to win, he flew into a furious rage and reminded me to remember my place. I asked him how could I possibly forget my place when it was so small in the world and I was naught but a glorified slave and prisoner? The King silenced me with a wave of his hand and advised me to go back to the Breeding Grounds, never troubling him with my "foolish notions" again. Bitter, I did as he asked, and bided my time until a new King was chosen. Gargish rulers did not last long, you see. It was believed that the king must be the strongest of all warriors, able to best any opposition. Thus, to ensure that we were consistently ruled by the best of the best, each year the Challenge Rite was conducted. During this rite, any male who wished to challenge the current king was allowed to do so through an official session of trials by combat. Through these trials, if the current king was defeated, the new champion of the people would ascend to the throne. It was a brutal selection process, and provided constant changes to the throne of Ter Mur. With this knowledge, I bided my time, anxiously awaiting the next king's selection.


Entry III - The Beginning of the End

One hundred years and countless kings later, nothing had changed. Each time a new King ascended through the Challenge, I attempted to win him over to my cause and listen to my desires to allow my sisters and I more freedom, to aid in the battle against the Void. Each request was refused adamantly and vehemently, the response being that our entire society was based on these traditions and females have no purpose in life other than to heal and make children. No matter how hard I tried, I was a female and, in the eyes of the males, lesser than they. I bitterly resigned myself to my fate and admitted that I would never be granted the life that I wanted. I over saw countless birthing rites, watching my power flow out of me again and again, cursing it each time. Outside of our walls, the Void continued to swallow our land, tearing it apart at the seams.

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