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The Dwarven sages declared that it was time. The war had been building for a great many centuries. The oldest no longer remembered a time before Navillus and the plans to end the Black Prince’s power over this world. The Dwarven machine, set in motion long ago, finally began to grind its gears and move towards a full-scale invasion. Two more tasks remained, quelling any coming opposition from the Bwarlor and the Merfolk.

The Dwarves attempted to pacify the Merfolk with bribes purchased with gold from a new rich mine in the Metal Tiers. Lots of supplies were bought and the Dwarves hoped the Merfolk would be happy with their profiteering and stay out of the war.

Dwarven mages and clerics worked the special magicks of the Books to punish the Bwarlor for their sacrilege. A dark cloud descended upon Bwolo Isle. The black mist came lower and lower until the entire island was covered. Then the screaming started. Every firstborn, child or adult, was taken by an unknown force. Invisible hands snatched the people by their ankles. The Bwarlorans’ nails dragged upon the ground as their families watched in horror. The fog lifted and the people were gone, but the curse was two-fold. From then on and for many centuries after, every firstborn child of a Bwarloran woman would be a Dwarf.

The Dwarves formed up their massive armies and sailed forth on Elven ships for the Najar Empire.