It is said amongst the diminutive quar of Fidwog that the
rallying cry of their brave fighters chills the very blood
of the tyrant Alykinder. Few gave credence to the notion
that the naturally smaller quar of this mountain kingdom
could give pause to the mighty war machine of the Cru-
sade, much less stop it in its tracks for almost a decade.
The apologists of the Iron Regime may blame the rugged
topography of Fidwog, but those quar who live among
the hills and karst insist their resolution and firm beliefs
are stronger than any other quar on the planet, and it is
this undying faith in King and Country that holds them
apart and allows them to resist Alykinder.
No matter what the underlying cause, it cannot
be doubted that the fighting prowess of the Fidwogger is
unmatched, especially in the tight confines of their mountain
lairs and tunnels. The kinship that knits many of Fidwog’s
military units together is something of legend, as are her
bottomless coffers. Rich veins of ore crisscross the mountain
ranges that dominate Fidwog. Many clans extend their
homes by the very act of increasing the King’s wealth, for
it is each quar’s duty to tithe to the kingdom. The First Families that were able to flee
Tok, Shralm and even Achon have forged an alliance with King Edifys Fedderic III,
strengthening the Royalist cause and further prolonging the war which Alykinder had
so hoped would be over quickly.