It is dawn,
The zigrens had just lost Vasasour, their most famed champion in the nightly battle,
Mourn their loss by lighting the sacred tesetope.
Zerasa, their emperor looks upon the kek'kik as it rises off the horizon, and what looks like a falling star goes off in the distance.
Zerasa would return to his chamber to strategise with his generals.
The "star" would crash in the village center of g'wek causing alarm to it's inhabitants, the village chief would be the first to investigate the fallen object.
Coincidentally, with the angle and lighting he would be taken aback as he had seen it as a powerful religious object.
The " nn'verquir".
Back in gaurch, Zerasa would start to re-build his army, but with the low moral it's troops were dolorous, they knew they couldn't win a single battle against the piak, they were faster, stronger and tougher than the zigren.
The zigren were only able to win over battles with Vasasour, with him lost they were wrought with fear at the thought of entering battle without him.
Duodentite Simelare's pass as the Piak eradicate the zigren, taking territory and taking their resources.
Hastior is lost, and with it their largest supplier of weaponry.
Zerasa would become desperate, he heard tale from the common folk about a powerful religious object. He travels there with an elite group of royal gaurds to obtain it in g'wek.
It is darkening, the Piak's spies heard of Zerasa's trip to the outskirts of his territory and take this opportunity to seize Gaurch castle.
Yu'uvern their leader leads his army into battle with what is left of Zerasa's withering army.
It is a devastating loss to the zigren, they are all either killed or enslaved to work in the Piak iron mines.
Zerasa finally reaches g'wek meeting with the village chief, he is greeted with great honour.
"what brings such a visit to our quiet town? "
The chiefs voice, quiet and diminished. As if he hadn't drunken water in counters.
"Where is the nn'verquir, my land is decimated and our fields are raised and for countless Simelares you hide a powerful artifact. One that could save your impure brethren from the agony of war."
Zerasa, tired after a counter of travel, enraged from the large losses he had experienced replied in utter frustration.
Slowly the decrepit zigren lead his monarch towards the fallen object,
To Zerasa's surprise the fallen object was nothing like what was depicted in Azurach's holy passages of the nn'verquir, it was smaller, and shaped much differently to the holy artifact.
"What sort of Zigren do you take me for you insufferable Troglodyte!"
Immeasurable rage filled Zerasa as he had traveled so far, for what he had assumed was nothing. Zerasa used the klarnic arts to propell the village chief over a mud hut and through the surrounding forest.
