The Holy War

Most scholars believe the Great Holy War began at the city of Dellbourne; a major fortified city in the northern lands of built by a coalition of civilized races. Dellbourne had seen many wars, and had withstood the fiercest armies of the wild. The city had never been taken. It still hasn’t. A single line of Wizards of Cisharum appeared one night. They stepped into the air and began a merciless assault of Dellbourne. It is said that the night was illuminated as though it was day. The Wizards of Cisharum broke through the defenses, shattered the towers, burned the brave warriors who defended the walls. By morning, the great city was in ruins. Not a stone lay on another. They say not one Wizard of Cisharum fell during the battle.

The news spread quickly across the lands. All disagreements between kingdoms were quickly forgotten as the remaining cities united against the new threat. It was declared a Holy War. The primals we divided. Some participated in the war fearing the spread of a great evil. Others considered it none of their business if the fools destroyed themselves. What followed was a desperate struggle against the overwhelming might of the Wizards. By the next battle, yet another evil was discovered. Hoards of people of all races, civilized or wild, had been corrupted by the Cisharum and joined them in the war against the world. Those corrupted lost all virtues of civility and descended into a bestial state. There was some debate as to the nature of the corruption; divine or arcane. But, it didn’t matter much on the battlefield. The corrupted became wilder the wolves. They possessed unnatural strength, stamina, and unquenchable aggression. They committed atrocities that are unspeakable, including the most despicable acts committed in any war known. They would rape the living, the dyeing, and the dead; man, women, or child. They ate the the living and the dead. The desecrated everything holy or beautiful. They tainted the very ground the trod. They became known as the Mograth, and their numbers began to grow uncontrolled.
Clerics, wizards and warriors began a desperate search for a weakness to exploit. In their desperation, adventurers were event sent into other planes in search of some new weapon or knowledge to bring against them. Meanwhile, city after city fell and the lands burned. In the final desperate hours an answer came; Tears of the Gods. There are many stories of how they came into the world. The most prevalent is the story of the grey walker. A lone man walked calmly into the war camp of the final resistance. The walked directly to the tent of kings. Whether the walker was man, elf, or something else is much debated. The walker said nothing. He simply presented the stunned kings a simple velvet pouch containing simple dark stones. Some say he turned and walked away, others say he vanished in front of them. In either case, he left and was never seen again. A stunned high priestess named Nefa came stammering forward saying she had seen these stones in a dream. She had seen them hurled at the Wizards of Cisharum and seen them come crashing down. It is for this reason the stones are sometimes called Nefa Stones.
The greatest remaining heroes in all the lands were called. There were heroes of all disciplines; divine, martial, arcane, and primal. The were all given a precious Nefa Stone, skillfully wrapped in gold and silver to wear about their necks. They marched into the next battle; the Battle of Greyhelm Hold. They fought through snarling and howling hoards of Mograth to find their quarry. Many were killed before getting close enough, but some survived and delivered the Tears of the Gods into the ranks of the Cisharum. Some where hurled by a sling. Some were mounted on arrows or imbedded in spears Some were magically propelled. The effects were devastating for the Cisharum. The stones pierced the magical protections of the The Gnosis. The slightest touch not only caused them to come crashing to the ground, but to burn in a strange dark fire until they turned completely to ash. Not even bones or teeth remained. But, the cost was high. Many of the lands greatest heroes fell. They say that nothing will grow on the ground where the Cisharum burned.
Following the Battle of Greyhelm Hold, the Wizards of Cisharum began to fall back. They were pursued by armies bent on vengeance for the complete destruction of most of their lands. Each side sustained heavy losses. The Wizards of Cisharum knew they could not last in a war of attrition. Their pursuers became increasing effective at delivering their terrible new weapon. Their ranks dwindled as the fell back. Despite their great power, the exhaustion must have been overwhelming. They were pushed back into the wilds and into the Sawtooth Mountains. The dead of all races littered the landscape.

The Holy War

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