Frontacian/Psycian War pt. 4
[This article was originally presented in the August 15,
1997 Issue of the Dragon Fire Chronicles, entitled "A Brief History of the
Frontacian/Psycian War" by Calondin Fflammdwyn.]
Thus ended the Frontacian Empire and the Isle of
Psycia. As predicted, space folded in on itself, taking the Isle of Psycia from this
world in a matter of moments. In those moments, every latent mind across the known
world was brought to operancy by the death scream of thousands of minds. What was
not predicted, except perhaps by one Arachnian aide, was the resultant shock wave that
erupted from every bridge anchor across the known world. In the same instant the
brought the destruction of the Psycian homeland, all the magickal bridges that gave the
Frontacians their empire erupted in fire and magick gone wild before collapsing into
oblivion. Never would another magickal bridge exist to parallel those destroyed that
day. Although a few have been built since, they are always small bridges, covering
By design, most of the Frontacian garrisons spread throughout
the world were housed in the building that served as bridge anchors. Units were
always ready to move to another location as reinforcements. This advantageous
stationing meant that as the bridges exploded, they obliterated the bulk of the Frontacian
forces. Those that survived were quickly decimated by the local populations.
Although they may not have understood what had happened, at least they knew that whatever
it was, it was bad for their Frontacian keepers.
In that one brief moment of time, chaos ran unfettered
through the world. The Isle of Psycia was no more, and the Frontacian Empire, built
on the magickal bridges now gone, was destroyed. The Frontacians fell in on
themselves, as their society collapsed under the weight of all their trade suddenly
ceasing. Internal strife ravaged the Frontacian homeland for centuries.
Of the rest of the world, there is little to say. Those
that had been brought low rose up and were once again free. Any order that had been
brought under the unifying force of the Empire dissolved back to the chaos of
anarchy. Eventually, the anarchy faded as each race sorted itself out and found its
place in the new world order. The Psycians who were not on the Isle on that damned
day found each other and began to rebuild that which was lost as best they could.
Those of other races now aware of the Mind found occasional wandering Psycians and learned
the ways of the Mind. And for a long time, none were better off than they had been
before, except perhaps for one Arachnian who had become a hero to his kind.
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