Founding
of Nations. Chapter 1
Introduction.
We know the ending of the Scouring; we know the ending of the Nergal conflict, and the Zephiel conflict. But, do we know the beginnings? No, not the beginnings of the conflicts, but the beginning of Nations, before Nergal, before the Scouring, before civilization thrived. Dragons lived in peace in the western isles, and in the Nabata Forest, Unknown, undiscovered, watching the humans with prime interest. To them, the humans seemed uncivilized brutes whose only interest was making war with one another over simple farmland and hunting grounds. That very well may have been true, until one man, began his quest to end the chaos.
Bernard Krieger, a seemingly simple War-chief, had great ambitions for the mountainous region he called his home. He lived in what is now Bern, among numerous other tribes and villages. Some were allied, some were at war, yet nearly all were against the Krieger tribe. They feared him; they feared his ambition, because it was apparent. He trained the tribe's boys from when they could walk, forcing them to do nearly impossible deeds, training them to become the best soldiers they could. Even with limited resources and iron, he turned his tribe into the greatest fighting force the warring tribes had ever seen, yet, they also had the smallest numbers…as many of their male children were killed in the training process. At age twenty, a male was accepted into the fighting force of Krieger, a honor to be sure.
The Chieftain himself had a son, a lone son by the name of Elibe. By now, Elibe was twenty-two, and well on his way to becoming a fine warrior, liken unto his name. He'd already helped his father in terms of battle plans, positioning soldiers armed with swords and lances into groups of one, a formation that Elibe liked to call a 'Phalanx', and it has proved itself numerous times on the battle field.