The blocks indicated the many players and pieces that the masters thought had a part to play in the war to come. They took one of the blocks from the Hhhuan border and replaced it with a lime green block with the letter “K” scorched onto it. The masters had used only a small block to represent the Baja Arrows, emblazoned with a “B” because they did not see them as much of a threat believing that once they had brought down Hhhu, Baja would tremble and prepare for obliteration. They reckoned without a small nugget encrusted with a “J”. The masters laughed and cackled to some shared joke. Pretty soon their puppets would destroy Hhhu and Baja and then they would control the island, solo.

The island of Poig was surrounded by a water-wall that was about a mile from the shoreline. The fortification had been built centuries before anyone’s memory could deem. The walls were thick and constructed from some boulders of an ancient dusty dim mineral that had that look of “We shall not, we shall not be moved”.

Therefore the people of all the provinces had never ventured into the unchartered oceans beyond the rock bastion. It was this fact that Hugh of Hhhu was unhappy about. You see Hugh longed for adventure while at the same time maintaining a reputation for supplying authentically sparkly things to non-committal merchants for frankly loon prices. Hugh believed that his natural wiliness would combine with his not so natural wildness so that he could become the rover of the seas, the haggler of the briny, the international tradesman of whatever lay beyond the wall.

With this in mind Hugh packed up his ” Definitely Real In No Way Fake Silk From The Woods of Vuyd” through his Rasa Donkey a few nuggets of food and loaded the giant sack of dried Ceec Figs onto the increasingly lairy-looking ox that was glaring menacingly at the wall. The effects were packed and Hughs mind was set. Savvy was the emotion he was aiming for as his cart chugged away from the Nahh Tradestown and onto the southern road. Hhhu had never had an inhabitant that was willing to make decision and Hugh had just made one. This was a turning point for the Hhhuan people. Hugh started day-dreaming of his future travels across the sea and potential wrangling to come. Unfortunately further down the road the Eastern Draganion of Krua was marshalling for a complete takeover of Nahh while the unconcerned blacksmiths of formerly-Reavikkan quietly and politely sharpened their swords and polished their shields for them. If Hugh was looking for an adventure then he was on the curb of one, literally.