Once, long ago, a small nation thrived in the Glimmerpeaks, secure in a moderate valley nestled between two of the lesser mountains. Only a single pass existed, well defended and obscured by powerful illusions, and a pact with the tribes of trolls in the nearest mountain caves kept the underground dangers at bay. Ruled by a council of mages and priests beholden to Mege, the god of knowledge, it was in many ways an extremely peaceful place, known to few beyond the valley’s borders.
Then came the disciple of Koriel, god of chaos; a wandering preacher who spoke of the marvels which the Firstborn God had wrought, tales not spoken of by the priests of Mege. Wanderlust swiftly flamed in the hearts of the young, and arguments swiftly turned into bitter fights as the council tried to silence the wandering priest.