Departure to New Shores

Almost daily any war band arrived at the Bush Hill and had to beaten back. Even when the combined forces had a huge advantage having the owner of the gems of power and using gemmed weapons and armory from a fortified position, slowly their number dwindled. The overall war turned to became uncontrollable years ago and rumors of an unbeatable force seem not to scare other warlords. Instead the situation even attracts larger and more powerful enemies on their hunt for loot and blood. Something had to happen to stop the bleeding.

Some say a book revealed the secret, other say a merchant heard it on a market or a soldier told it his friend on her last breath. But there should be an undiscovered land far in the east. Hope rose and a possible death on a journey into the nameless most people favored over the sure death on the battlefield. Not many remained who were able to board a ship and sailed straight into the nothingness of the open ocean eventually.

On the 13th day they found a vast land, to settle and the first time in years there was no need to battle raging warlords. A new live could be carved.

 

The Battle of the Sheathed Blades

Research

Nuvian Vendove was a top student and a candidate for the position of Dean of the University of the Magic Arts. Outwitted by the intrigues of far less talented magicians, he turned completely to his studies. After he  quickly found two of the stones in long-forgotten stacks of old books, he became interested in solving this myth and saving his own live.

 How could the gem wars come about?

Why did the previous owners of the Gems of Power lose them?

Where were the former owners anyway?

As Nuvian studied everything what was to be found over the gems of power, Anteru his assistant devoted herself to the careers of their owners. An idea took shape and so she got Nuvian to study the few reports of the recent battles of former owners of the gems of power.

Three different events showed the same pattern. After two owners of the gems met, they were swallowed up by the earth. Neither on the battlefield nor anywhere else they were they seen again. A short time later, one of the stone was found far from the battlefield.

Although the gems promised their owner virtually infinite power, it seems in a fight against another owner, they were deadly to both.

 

A New LandThe Silent Battle for the Ruby

Creating the Trinity

Hatched on a lonely beach Ikla s’Chas was on her own from the first moment. Quickly she found out that a stick was better for fending off hungry seagulls and turning them into a tasty breakfast. The perfection of her martial arts remained the content of her life and attracts other to follow her.

She found the sapphire of power with her warband by chance. Farmers from an almost forgotten valley hired the warband in despair. A dragon was going to burn everything they had grown and would be doomed to starvation. Calling a warband was a desperate move for the farmers. The warriors might take what they want but the dragon was going to burn everything.

 Luckily for the farmer honor was threatened with extinction but Ikla s’Chas colorful bunch was different. And there was an incredible price since Ikla found in the loot of the dragon the sapphire of power.

Ikla’s Chas warband roamed the countryside for some time. More and more the presence of a gem of power attracts grudger and adventurer.

One day when they pitched a fortified camp on a small mountain called Bush Hill, heralds from Nuvian Vendove and Lugrol Hillheart appeared.

No persuasion was needed this time. Even more than the gift of the Rubin of Power convinced the offer to set up a common force to survive against the greedy envious. The very next day, all three sealed a trinity pact.

 

The Silent Battle for the RubyThe Battle of the Sheathed Blades

The Silent Battle for the Ruby

Born as a child of miners, Lugrol Hillhart went to apprenticeship with a merchant. He learned the art of merchants from the bottom up and perfected them as an independent traveling merchant.

Gems of Power are not for sale. Countless groups were searching for the precious items. Bloody battles were struck, if one thought to be able to get one of these gems in the hand. And yet he managed to acquire two of the stones. At least he was not aware of that at the time of the purchase.

Warlords are permanently in need of money. One who could no longer pay his people sold everything that was to find in an already looted monastery to the dealer. Who could have known what a huge treasure laid beneath the blacksmith's anvil?

Having already two of each Nuvian Vendove as well as Lugrol Hillheart were at an advantage. Wiping out a third army in a hammer and anvil attack near an old temple both side realized the other must hold at least one gem of power as well.

But as the dwarfs advanced against Nuvian Vendove's elves, they retreated at the behest of Anteru. The dwarves feared an ambush and dug in. For two days the armies were motionless almost in sight of the target. In the night to the third day, the elves in the middle of no-man's land set up a table with the flags of both opponents. When the sun rose, one could see a pile of old parchments on the table.

Insults and curses were exchanged but in the end Lugrol Hillheart agreed to a meeting with Nuvian Vendove. The negotiation took the whole day. The sun was only a hand's breadth above the horizon as the two stood up under the astonished glances of the warriors of both sides and went together to the half-destroyed altar. At first there were few fearless curious, but after a short time countless elves and dwarfs surrounded the two army leaders. Incredulous astonishment spread as Nuvian Vendove put the Ruby of Power in a box in the hands of Lugrol Hillheart and proclaimed, "This gem will be handed over to the owner of Sapphire of Power if he proves to be honorable." Countless theories circulated around the camp fires that night.

 

ResearchCreating the Trinity

War and Peace

Even if the war lasted for generations, that does not mean that there was constant fighting everywhere. A stretch of land could flourish peacefully for many years, while hardly a day's march away, a place repeatedly became the victim of marauding warlords.

Above all, the constant fighting prevented the emergence of larger, stable empires. The news of an area with a certain wealth was synonymous with a death sentence. Too many reckless warlords wanted their share.

Only a few trading cities were able to build up a certain stability over many years. But that was only at the expense of integrity. Somewhere, even the most ruthless warlord had to sell his prey.

 

The Endless WarA New Land