The Allies War
It was 1,000 years before the rise of Ker'el and the glory of
Goldencrest. War was fermenting in all the realms. The Time of Peace was over. Race was
turning on race. Militaries were building at a furious pace. The sound of marching feet
could be heard everywhere. Artifacts were being sought or created at a staggering pace,
each to make their own race the greatest.
It was a terrible time. Light skirmishes were taking place all over the
dimensional web. The whole of the web seemed on the brink of total annhialation. But with
the hostilities also
came subterfuge. Alliances were being forged more out of necesity than mutual trust and
friendship. The Drynes had alligned with the Taers. The Shi-Kuls had formed an alliance
with the Vreans. There were rumors that the Spectrites had offered an alliance to both the
Drynes and the Shi-Kuls at the same time. But, as usual, there was no hard evidence
pointing
to either alliance.
Nobody would know what set the whole war in motion. The actual cause
would never be sorted out. Many said it was a lightning raid by the Vreans to try and
steal the dreaded Horn
of Fear that had won the Bounty Hunters War. Others pointed to the descecration of the
monument to the Wanderer that pushed the Shi-Kuls over the edge. Still others pointed to
the Taers trying to force the Spectrites into an alliance. No matter what, the deed was
done. War broke out in every corner of the dimensional web.
The casualties were heavy and hard. Plane after plane collapsed as the
war dragged across their surfaces, the strain too much for the magical forces that held
the plane together to withstand. Even the Dryne's home plane, the Plane of Kaos fell
victim to the hordes of fighting races. Whole races were wiped out as well in the
fighting. The war dragged on for 70 years without ceasing. It seemed like there
would be no end to the war. Many races were no more,
as were many planes. There were only three main battleing forces now, the Dryne
Alliance, the Shi-Kul Alliance, and The Spectrite Forces, playing both sides against the
other. The dimensional web itself groaned under the strain of the prolonged
war. A peace was needed, and it was needed fast.
Peace came in an unexpected way. The Spectrites were outsmarted at
their own game. A raiding force of Eldar crack troopers penetrated the fortress of the Eye
and stole the dreaded
Crown of Greater Telepathy and escaped through the planar gate with it.
The wearer of the Crown of Greater Telepathy was a person to be feared.
The Crown granted greater mental magic and protection to its wearer, enabling them to do
great feats of mental magic. Also, in the right hands, can affect the weak minded,
weakened by 70 years of long war.
The Eldar King took it on himself to stop the war. Wearing the Crown,
he summoned all the remaining magical force left in the Plane of Eldar. A telepathic burst
of energy shot out
from the Crown and blasted the minds of all the combatants. Whole armies collapsed,
writhing in mental agony. But it worked. The violence was stopped. When all
recovered from the blast,
they couldn't remember for certainty why they were fighting, so the war was stopped and
everybody laid down their weapons.
There was a heavy cost, however. The Plane of Eldar collapsed, too
drained of energy to sustain life. The Eldar King was killed and eldar people fled in
exile, fearing the wrath of the Spectrites for the theft of the Crown, which was lost in
the blast and collapse of the plane, but was rumored to have survived.