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| The Forgotten North |
Had they taken the time to concern themselves; because if they had, then maybe, just maybe, they would have been able to stem the tide of horror and misery that would eventually sweep across the whole of the Flanaess. But such is hindsight.
446 CY
Far from the North, the South Province seceded from the Great Kingdom.
This may seem a small thing to the North, and it was, but it having done so
shifted the attention of the Great Kingdom eve further away from the North’s
continued stability.
After the withdrawal of Nyrond from the Great
Kingdom, the slide became precipitous. Buffoons and incompetents sat upon the
Malachite Throne, and their mismanagement split apart the Celestial Houses.
This period of degeneration culminated in the Turmoil Between Crowns, when the
last Rax heir, Nalif, died in 437 CY at the hands of assassins from House
Naelax. The herzog (great prince) of North Province, Ivid I, then laid claim to
the throne. The herzog of South Province, Galssonan of House Cranden, broke
with Rauxes and joined a widespread rebellion in the south. Years of civil war
ensued, and only the intercession of dispassionate houses such as Garasteth and
Darmen brought about the final compromise.
The tyrannical Ivid I assumed the Malachite
Throne at the price of granting greater autonomy to the provinces, notably
Medegia, Rel Astra, and Almor. The recalcitrant herzog of South Province was
quickly deposed and replaced by a prince from House Naelax, who sought
immediately to bring the southern insurgents back into line. In 446 CY, the
herzog granted an audience to representatives of Irongate, who went to
Zelradton to air their grievances. The offer turned out to be a ruse, and the
ambassadors were imprisoned, tortured, and executed for Overking Ivid's
enjoyment. The whole of the south arose again in violent rebellion, and one
year later formed the Iron League and allied with Nyrond. [LGG - 24]
450 CY
Dunstan I of Nyrond realized that once the The
Great Kingdom had finally stabilized, he would need allies. His borders needed
to be secure. But mostly, he would need allies to come to his aid when called.
Who better than those who had recently seceded for its tyranny?
He called the Great Council of
Rel Mord, and representatives from Almor, the Iron League, the Duchy of Urnst,
and Greyhawk arrived to treat with him. They did, but there was a cost. He need
withdraw Nyrondal troops from the Pale and the County of Urnst, for those who
would ally with him would not do so if he too occupied lands not his, for they
would not throw off the yoke of one Overking only to treat with another. They
came to an accord, and roundly condemned the Great Kingdom.
By 450 CY, Aerdy had
survived two distinct civil wars. Ivid and his court had defeated their enemies
in the aristocracy, and had entrenched themselves in the empire's political
machine. With a stabilized foe, Dunstan realized in his old age that he still
needed willing allies, should Aerdy take the offensive. In Harvester, he called
the Great Council of Rel Mord. Delegates from every Nyrondal principality and
subject state attended, as did representatives from Almor, the Iron League, the
Duchy of Urnst, and even Greyhawk. After a month and a half of negotiation, Dunstan
the Crafty withdrew Nyrondal troops from the Pale and the County of Urnst, and realigned
the internal borders of his subject lands. Furthermore, he publicly threw his considerable
support behind the Iron League, and rebuked the Great Kingdom of Aerdy as a
"corpulent reanimated corpse, spreading contagion and sorrow to all that
it touches." [LGG - 77,78]
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| Swift Justice |
Not all were pleased with the
Council of Nine and its inquisition. A splinter group rebelled against
Wintershiven, claiming that faith was a personal path, not to be interfered with
by the State and the Council. The Council saw the matter differently. They
swiftly put down the heretical clerics with a division of the army personally
led by three members of the council. And thus the Church Militant was born, the
paramilitary body of warrior priests responsible for ensuring the purity of
doctrine and safeguarding church properties, especially the Basilica of the
Blinding Light.
They and the Council did not
always see eye to eye.
453 CY
The North has always been a place of mystery. Its seas are adrift
with archipelagos of ice. Its shores burn. And there were wonders there that
few had seen, let alone explained. Some sought to. One of those was Sormod, who
mounted an expedition to the Land Beyond the Black Ice.
Some years ago a fragmentary document was
recovered from Blackmoor Castle which gave substance to the widespread accounts
of a land “beyond the black ice where the sun never sets.” While a firm
description of the land itself was lacking, the parchment gave explicit
directions for finding it among the wastes of the Black Ice. This information
fell into the hands of one Sormod, a merchant and adventurer from Perrenland
who was visiting Eru-Tovar, where the parchment surfaced for sale at the
bazaar. The romantic Sormod mounted an expedition as soon as he could gather
the backing, and departed from Dantredun in Richfest of CY 453. [GA - 100]
460 CY
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| Beyond the Black Ice |
In CY 460 there surfaced in the city of
Greyhawk a volume purporting to be the personal journal of one Henriki Ardand,
the expedition’s magician. Whether true or false, it is a most marvelous tale.
Henriki tells of the difficult passage over the sooty ice, where the expedition
was endangered by subterranean hot springs of the same sort that underlie
Blackmoor. These apparently weaken the ice and make passage over it a risky
business, apt to result in a sudden downward drop as a cavern collapses under
the weight of travelers. In places too, there are small volcanoes, which
blacken the snows newfallen on the ice. Between these dangers and the jumbled
areas of collapsed ice, as well as certain “iceworms” (most probably remorhaz)
and the hostile dark-furred bugbears of the region, the progress of the
expedition was rather slow and several members were lost or refused to go on.
At last, however, they reached a range of low peaks jutting just above the ice
as their directions had described. What greeted them on the other side must first
have appeared to the surviving members to be a paradise. Henriki calls it the
Rainbow Vale.
After a region of mists the explorers saw
before them a green and fertile bowl of land, warmed and lighted by a sunlike
body floating half a mile above its center. Several large islands of land
likewise drifted about it, some of them large enough to hold small rivers whose
cascades of droplets caused Henriki to name the valley as he did. Below the
miniature sun was a central lake, beside which the members of Sormod’s group
could see several clumps of broken reddish towers.
Sormod and his band descended the steep cliffs
into the valley’s forests, passing first through birch, fir, and sablewood,
then through oak and beech woodlands where they stopped to gather uskfruit and
yarpik nuts, then past magnolias and fig trees, and down to the shores of the
lake where they found palm and deklo trees flourishing in the steamy heat.
Curls of vapor could be seen rising from the area of the lake beneath the
valley’s illuminator. They camped beside one of the skyborn waterfalls near the
ruins they had seen from the valley’s rim, and discovered to their surprise
that the buildings were of deeply rusted iron. Finally they pitched camp.
Perhaps exhausted by the long journey, or drowsy in the unaccustomed heat, the
watchmen slept.
Sormod’s party was neither particularly weak
nor poorly equipped, but they had little chance unwarned against the sudden
onslaught that overtook them: goblins, bugbears, and giant spiders, some of the
latter of astounding size and speed and fiendish intelligence. The camp was
scattered, and Sormod, Henriki, and the other survivors watched in horror as
their companions were bundled away and hauled up on ropes of spider-silk to the
nearest of the floating islands.
Henriki and the others managed to regroup, and
for some weeks they cautiously explored their surroundings. They discovered a
group of human primitives who evidently worship the spiders and their humanoid
henchmen, and they also found many inexplicable constructions of metal and
glass in the ruins. Without their equipment they did not wish to risk an
overland journey, but they discovered from conversations with one of the
friendly cavemen that there was a tunnel leading southward which eventually
would reach the surface. Assured of an escape route, they mounted a raid on the
sky-island to which their companions had been taken, using Henriki’s remaining
powers. They dis- covered no sign of their comrades, but they did find some
very large statues of spiders in a grove beside the spider-village, each
decorated with large diamond eyes. They took these and fled.
The long passage southward through the tunnels
claimed yet more members of the group, in some cases to heat exhaustion as they
passed the warm springs. Eventually, however, they emerged south of the Black
Ice at the headwaters of the Fler. From there they passed through the Burneal
Forest, where Sormod was lost to a poisoned arrow in a dispute with forest
tribesmen. The survivors (including Henriki, a priest of Pharlagn from
Schwartzenbruin, and two Wolf Nomads) divided the treasure between themselves
and dispersed, none willing again to risk the terrors of the land beyond the
Black Ice. [GA - 100]
Tales of succession
and exploration are well and good, you say; but what so they have to do with Iggwilv
and Iuz? Be patient. This is where Iggwilv joins our narrative.
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| The Witch Queen of Perrenland |
Iggwilv first appeared in historical chronicles
of Perrenland in 460 CY. Even then she was a powerful wizard, a master at
fiend-summoning, planar exploration and necromantic magic. She had already
summoned and bound the demon lord Graz'zt and given birth to a son by him: Iuz,
adopted as an infant by a petty lord north of Whyestil Lake. [Return of the Eight - 55]
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| Lost Caverns of Tsojcanth |
It is often said that much of Iggwilv’s power
came as a result of her discovery of that fell place and the treasures it
contained. Nonetheless, power is what she had, and she used it well. Oddly,
some learned historians claim that Iggwilv was an accomplished necromancer,
even a specialist in that field. How these noted scholars substantiated such a
theory is a mystery, for Iggwilv had long borne the reputation of one who
associated with fiends, and such creatures were heavy among the ranks of her
servants. The very fact that she managed to summon and bind Graz’zt himself
would seem to suggest that conjuration, rather than necromancy, was her forte. [Dragon #225 - 51]
c. 476 CY
The peoples of the North were as curious about faraway lands
as those to the south were sometimes curious about theirs. Indeed, there were adventurous
souls who travelled to those more temperate climes and were seduced by them. Some
few even settled there. So it came to pass that Uroch came to the site of Elredd,
and founded its city upon its steep cliffs.
There has been a settlement of some sort on the
site of Elredd for more than a thousand years. The city itself came into being
only a century or so ago, however. It was founded by a warrior named Uroch, who
hailed from the Wolf Nomads [....] [WG8 - 37]
467-469 CY
Plague swept the lands, beginning in
Rookroost and fanning out faster than a man could run. It arrived as all plague
does, suddenly: one week they were disease free, or as free from such as any
populace ever is, and then scores were afflicted the next. The afflicted
complained of lassitude, joint pain, and headache; soon, red boils appeared and
the headache grew crippling. Hours later copper coins rested atop eyelids.
Poultices, infusions, leeching were ineffective; indeed, even magics and the
ministrations of the clergy proved useless. Thousands died; and just as swiftly
as it began, it disappeared having burned itself out. Rookroost was ever
vigilant of The Red Death’s return. But as in all of these cases, vigilance
lasts only as long as a generation before it becomes the grist of old-wives’
tales and fairy fancies.
Old records describe a plague that decimated the Bandit Kingdom's
population as it swept across the Flanaess some four score years ago. [WG8 - 6]
A bardic song talks of a 'wasting disease' that swept Oerik nearly a
century ago. [WG8 - 40]
476 CY
The Hold of Stonefist is an unforgiving land.
It was born of deceit and violence. It has poor soil, a growing season shorter
than any save Blackmoor. Only the Coltens have ever shown any inclination to
till the land, to fur, and to fish. The rest proved as cruel and restless as
their master. They wished to roam and raid widely, for to do otherwise invited
subjection. Vlek Stonefist knew this, for he believed the same. Thus, he set
about occupying his people in the manner to which they were accustomed:
raiding. The Rovers were poor, and they moved about too much to be easy prey,
so he set his people upon the Tenh. When they mobilized against his “Fists,” he
sent them over the mountains to raze the Fruztii and Ratik. He sent raiding
parties north against the Cruski. Resistance was everywhere, but the Fruztii,
gravely weakened by having repeatedly thrown their might against the shield of
the south were ill prepared for attacks from the north. The Fists grew ever
bolder, so the Fruztii began to raise palisades against them, but they no
longer had the strength to man the breadth of the Fists’ onslaught. The Frost
Barbarians parlayed with their cousins, and together, they came to an accord,
they must ally against the Hold of Stonefist.
479 CY
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| The Dark Prince of Shadows |
The lord died in 479 CY, and
Iuz – probably trained and supported in secret by his [true] parents – took over the estate. [Rot8 - 55]
The truth?
Iuz was born of a
human mother, the necromancer Iggwilv, and a great tanar'ri lord, Graz'zt,
ruler of several Abyssal planes. The young cambion tanar'ri soon used his
powers to great effect. Realizing that his warriors could not hope to triumph
by simple force, Iuz began to ally his men with other minor clan leaders to
beat off stronger enemies. Of course, those allies always ended up suffering
most of the casualties and their leaders died in battle with astonishing
predictability. Slowly, the size of Iuz's warband increased. Celbit and Jebli
orcs of the Vesve margins began to join. The human scum serving Iuz didn't like
the orcs overmuch, but they soon saw how their enemies liked them even less.
And of course, there was Iuz's magic. Many cambions wield magic, but that of Iuz,
aided by his mother, was far more powerful than anything the competing hordes
could muster. Iuz had control of the entire Land of Iuz in little over a
decade. [WGR5 Iuz the Evil - 3]
Few took note of this new presence in that
secluded northern waste, despite the tales of refugees that fled south of
slavery and ghastly abominations, the risen dead, and the road of skulls that
stretched from Dorakaa to the Howling Hills. The fiefs always fought one
another. Petty lords rose, and fell with regularity. This Iuz would do just the
same, they imagined. He had risen. He would fall in due course. And if he
didn’t, his was a secluded land of no consequence. What harm could he do?
[The] land now called Iuz was a fractious
collection of independent fiefs. The petty princes who ruled these plots of
land vied to inherit the lands of Furyondy, which at that time reached far
north. Among these princes was a paltry despot of the Howling Hills, who died in
that year and left the land to a son of questionable origin – Iuz. Oddly,
rumors alternately described the "son" as an old man and a
7-foot-tall, feral-faced fiend. [Wars - 2]
Iuz's domain began to spread like mold upon an
overripe peach, primarily due to his use of humanoid tribes. Most human princes
considered orcs and goblins vermin-ridden inferiors, an attitude best typified
by His Eminence Count Vordav, who swore to "burn on sight any hovel of
those miserable scum." Though this attitude allowed the petty princes to
"maintain a false sense of purity for the old Aerdi traditions," it
also meant their armies were quickly overmatched by Iuz, who made full use of
orcish cruelty and fecundity. [Wars - 3]
c. 480 CY
Iggwilv had
designs. Perhaps Graz’zt had whispered sweet dreams of conquest in her ears.
She began launching attacks into Perrenland from her base in the “Lost Caverns.”
In her unpredictable fashion, Iggwilv created
an empire from her base in the Lost Caverns of Tsojcanth, named for a legendary
wizard of old and hidden in the Yatils. In 480 CY, Iggwilv sent her humanoid
and barbaric human minions out to conquer and loot surrounding territories. [Rot8 - 55]
481-491 CY
Perrenland was ill prepared for Iggwilv. They had grown lax,
secure behind their mountain passes, and their appeasing the Nomads with
trinkets and wine. And Iggwilv flowed out of the mountains here and there,
without warning, seemingly without plan, and without rest.
Perrenland was enslaved from 481 to 491 CY; all
Lake Quag was taken; and her raiders pushed at the southern boundaries of the
Wolf Nomad lands, perhaps with the assistance of troops supplied by Iuz to the
east. Uninterested in the administration of her new lands, she stripped them of
their treasures to support research into new magic. [Rot8 - 55]
c. 490 CY
Arch-mage Iggwilv sent her evil minions to conquer
the lands around her abode. So successful was she that the Marches of
Perrenland were subjugated for a decade, and great indeed was the loot brought
to Iggwilv's lair in answer to her insatiable demands for treasure. Legend
states that the arch-mage gained much of her prowess from discovering the Lost
Caverns of Tsojcanth, where in was hidden magic of unsurpassed might. It is
certain that lggwilv ruled her domain from these caverns. There she also
conducted arcane experiments and rituals, trying to further increase her
powers. [S4 - 2]
These
experiments were her downfall, for during one she accidentally freed the demon
Graz'zt, whom she had imprisoned and forced into servitude. There was a
terrible battle, and although the demon was forced to flee to the Abyss,
lggwilv was so stricken from the contest that her powers and strength were
forever lost. With the wane of her evil, lggwilv's realm was sundered. Her
former henchmen and slaves stole her treasure and scattered to the four winds
in the face of enemy armies. The arch-mage, however, used the last of her power
to prepare a hiding place in the caverns for her remaining wealth. Legends say
that this included several tomes of great power and the fabled lamp called
Daoud's Wondrous Lanthorn. What else might be hidden no one knows, for no one
has yet discovered Iggwilv's hoard. [S4 - 2]
Iggwilv’s
reliance on fiends to increase her power eventually caused her downfall. During
the course of one of her malevolent rituals, she made a critical mistake that
accidentally freed Graz’zt from his captivity, and a spectacular battle ensued.
In the end, Iggwilv was triumphant, forcing Graz’zt to flee to his Abyssal
home, but she paid a dear price for that victory. The wounds she suffered
reached far beyond merely the physical, damaging her psyche to such a degree
that much of her personal power was torn from her.
When
the news of Iggwilv’s condition reached her oppressed subjects, they
immediately took up arms and marched on her secluded abode. Her minions realizing
that the reign of their queen was ended, scattered before the oncoming armies
and took with them the bulk of her amassed fortune. Among the items stolen by
her former servants was the Nethertome. [Dragon #225 - 51]
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| The Nethertome |
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| Daoud's Wondrous Lanthorn |
Prison of Zagig: Only five of these brass devices are believed
to exist. Each is nearly identical, appearing to be nothing more than a small,
well-made bird cage. Normal handling or examination will not reveal it to be
magical. [S4]
505 CY
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| Prison of Zagig |
A three-way split had grown in the ranks of
nobility. The most powerful faction was the Great Lords of the south, who used
Iuz's threat to lever their lands from the king's control. Second in power was
the Order of the Hart, which grew in unity and strength to oppose Iuz's border
raids. Least in power was King Avras III with his estates and kin. [Wars - 3]
505 CY
King
Avras of Furyondy took note of the doings of Iuz, for what king wouldn’t be
concerned about the rise of Evil on his border. The Vesve was already hard
pressed by this Iuz, as orcs and hobgoblins bearing Iuz’s mark had penetrated
their canopy and were laying waste to all they encountered. Avras mustered his
troops and sent them north. But even as they engaged his vile forces, the
armies of Iuz had already begun to break apart. For Iuz was not to be found.
And it was his tyranny that had held them together.
But
neither Furyondy nor Vesve was directly involved in the banishment of Iuz,
generally dated to 505 CY. [WGR5 - 3]
St. Cuthbert of the Cudgel has been allowed to strike against Iuz, when
his avatar assisted those imprisoning Iuz in 505 CY. That St. Cuthbert would
wish to fight Iuz is not unexpected. Of the "martial" [...] Powers,
Heironeous has his great struggle with his hated brother Hextor [....] But St.
Cuthbert is a doughty, tough fighter, and he hates Iuz's [...] nature. That he
was allowed to strike against the Old One is surprising. He could only have
done so if [the other] Powers agreed to this, for all Powers must agree to such
an action. Istus could tell us that Incabulus cared not, but Nerull's croaking
voice was decisive in giving permission. [WGR5 - 6]
Other blows beset [Iuz]. His mother offended Graz'zt, who drew her to
the Abyss and imprisoned her there; Iuz's growing alliance with Zuggtmoy,
tanar'ri Lady of Fungi, never had the chance to grow to fruition. Within Iuz's
own lands, many factions struggled for power when their master left. Tanar'ri
and gehreleth came to odds with each other and decided to leave the barren
lands to their own fate. Orcs and evil humans began to squabble and fight.
Chaos reigned, and the good folk of Furyondy and the Vesve breathed a sigh of
relief. [WGR5 - 3]
510 CY
Avarice has been the undoing of many a man, and Sandor, lord of
Polvar, province in eastern Ket, was no different.
In 510 CY the last of the Euroz and
Jebli tribes were driven forth from the Lortmil Mountains. One particularly
large horde made the ill-advised attempt to reach the Yatil Mountains by
crossing the gap from the Lorridges. Unfortunately for these creatures they had
been preceded by lesser bands, and the combined cavalry of Bissel and Veluna
stood ready to stem the tide. A large part of the force was destroyed, but the
remainder survived by dint of a ferocious counterattack and entered the
southern Yatils. There they were harassed by halfling, human, and elven forces
raised by the locals, who were not at all of a mind to allow such prolific and
ferocious creatures a foothold. The horde finally turned southward in an
attempt to reach the Barrier Peaks region by passing through the Bramblewood
Forest. Here they met their final and fatal opponent, one Sandor the
Headstrong, the young lord of Polvar province in eastern Ket.
Unlike the other harriers of the
goblin/orc horde, the lord of Polvar was not particularly concerned that they
would settle in his lands (clearly they did not desire to do so). He was
motivated instead by rumors that had filtered into Ket after the earlier
engagements: that the cartloads so fiercely protected by the horde’s leader
(the half-orc Urgush) represented a great store of gems and precious metals
garnered during the horde’s years in the Lortmils. Sandor was determined that
such a prize should not escape, and he pursued the host in a series of forced
marches which unfortunately exhausted his footsoldiers to the extent that many
fell behind and the remainder could not bring about a decisive attack against
Urgush’s resistance. The chase led through the Bramblewood and into the hills,
Sandor’s force gradually regaining strength and Urgush’s growing fewer. In
desperation Urgush turned up an unknown valley, determined to make a final
stand. Here disaster met both sides.
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| An Omen |
There are numerous hot springs in the northern
Barrier Peaks and in the Yatils, and they are widely known and generally
appreciated by the Kettites, so Sandor was not surprised or particularly
worried when he began to pass through the outlying regions of a system of
geysers, full of white frothy stone and colored pools and pits. He only slowed
his cavalry over the difficult terrain. A supremely confident man, he was not
much disturbed either when scouts reported a number of nearby lakes of a
blood-red color said to be unlucky by Kettite peasants. The wains of the
humanoid horde were in sight, and obviously bogged down. Sandor prepared his
men for a hard pressing attack, hoping to disperse the horde and take their prize,
when the ground began to tremble.
With terrible swiftness, a powerful wind swept
down the valley, tumbling the orcs on their faces and oversetting the precious
carts. A wealth of gems could be seen to spill from them. Sandor’s force had
barely begun to comprehend this when they too were bowled over. Only those on
the upper slopes, where Sandor had been organizing the crossbowmen, were
spared. None of the others rose again, even so far as their knees. Farther down
the valley trees were snapped at the base by the strange wind. Geysers
triggered by the earlier tremors spouted into the air.
Sandor sent a cautious group of scouts into the
ruined valley, but they fainted well before they had descended to the floor. He
himself attempted the descent, and had to be dragged back out of the area by
the rope which he had the foresight to attach to himself beforehand. Sandor and
some of the scouts recovered, as did some of those who had been on the valley’s
middle slopes. But all others were lost and the invisible poison barred further
entry. After two fruitless days Sandor yielded to the demands of his much
reduced force and made his way back to Polvar, swearing each of his men to
secrecy concerning the location of the treasure and vowing to return. No sooner
had Sandor recovered at Polvar than he set out again, being careful to put
under his command all those who had first seen the valley. The sight of the
wealth of the Euroz and Jebli tribes had inflamed his desires, and he was
certain that with certain magical treasures he had acquired he and his force
would return with wealth sufficient to make Polvar a nation in its own right.
He never returned. [GA - 97]
511 CY
Evil
was on the rise across the lands. It rose from the marshes and fens just as it
had flowed out of the mountains, unexpected, and en masse. What stirred the
trolls so, none can say, though the name Iuz was whispered more than once. It’s
the Old One, they said, nodding knowingly. But Iuz was imprisoned, as those
privy to such information knew, so it couldn’t have been him. Other names were
whispered alongside his: Keraptis, for one, for all the Tenha know it, and all
expect him to return.
Battle of
Dour Prentess
These
identically-designed castles were the bulwarks of Tenh's defenses against the
Troll Fens. Each castle was built with a curtain wall defense, inner castle
walls, and a castle keep. In addition, mages with wands of fire defended them
and great stone chutes were mounted along all walls to shower oil on attacking
trolls which was then set ablaze with fiery arrows from the expert longbowmen
of Pentress. High Pentress was home to the paladin Henschel Pentress,
great-grandson of the noble who paid for these castles to be built. Dour
Pentress was so named because of a spectacular siege-battle there in 511 CY
when over two thousand trolls surrounded the castle, cutting it off from
supplies in a Troll Winter, for a period of over three months before it was
relieved. [WGR5 - 70]
The Art:
One must always give credit where credit is due. This History is made possible primarily by the Imaginings of Gary Gygax and his Old Guard, Lenard Lakofka among them, and the new old guards, Carl Sargant, James Ward, Roger E. Moore. And Erik Mona, Gary Holian, Sean Reynolds, Frederick Weining. The list is interminable. Thanks to Steven Wilson for his GREYCHRONDEX and to Keith Horsfield for his “Chronological History of Eastern Oerik.”
Special thanks to Jason Zavoda for his compiled index, “Greyhawkania,” an invaluable research tool.
The Art:
Vanilla-Forest by borda
Autumn by hellstern
Tundra by samtheconceptartist
Sacrifice by mohamedhaggar
Caverns-of-the-Lost by nauticalwheeler
Graz-zt-Portrait by swordenchanter
Autumn by hellstern
Tundra by samtheconceptartist
Sacrifice by mohamedhaggar
Caverns-of-the-Lost by nauticalwheeler
Graz-zt-Portrait by swordenchanter
Daoud's Wondrous Lanthorn, from S4 Lost Caverns of Tsojcanth, 1982
Prison of Zagig, by Jeff Easley, from S4 Lost Caverns of Tsojcanth, 1982
Redwater-Lake by skoggangr
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2138 Book of Artifacts, 1993
9025 World of Greyhawk Folio, 1980
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9399 WGR5, Iuz the Evil, 1993
9577 The Adventure Begins, 1998
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LGJ et. al.
Greychrondex, Wilson, Steven B.
Greyhawkania, Jason Zavoda
Redwater-Lake by skoggangr
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Greyhawkania, Jason Zavoda
A great era! This is the historical turning point for the Flanaess in my opinion. Like or hate him, Iuz is what gives the continent its first real epic bad guy since Vecna.
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