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Chapter 3: Prosperity
Year 116-172
[tab][size=+1]R[/size]hoanna had fulfilled her promise to the chieftains. The Hippus had claimed the lands that were rightfully theirs. Einion Logos withdrew to the Elohim's last remaining city, Garryvoe. Now that the pacifist weaklings had been thoroughly defeated, the Hippus showed little interest in the Elohim.
A constant thorn by Rhoanna's side was the presence of Acheron on the continent. The great Red Dragon would occasionally send his minions to raid Hippus lands, though his raiding parties were always slain before they could do any damage. Countless attempts were made to send a dragon slaying party to the city of Ahepetr. Such attempts inevitably ended in failure as no Hippus could overcome the supernatural aura of fear that radiated from Ahepetr. Even the most courageous Horselord could not be within a mile of the city without being paralysed by dragon fear. And so Rhoanna decided to ignore the dragon for now and kill any raiding party that dared enter Hippus lands.
This era was marked by unprecedented economic growth and prosperity for the Hippus tribes. The secrets gleaned from ancient scrolls acquired at Cahir Abbey were instrumental in the rapid development of Hippus society. The scrolls contained a wealth of lost knowledge from the Age of Magic on such areas as Fishing, Hunting and Calendars, to name a few. During these peaceful years the cities of Radonnor, Feiss Mabdon and Murousbane were founded. With the Hippus tribes no longer fighting amongst themselves, peace and prosperity reigned. There were even steps toward reconciliation with the Elohim.
Despite the relative peace of the times, Hill Giants remained a significant problem. Areas such as the Western Desert remained uninhabitable due to the presence of Hill Giants who would kill any intruder.
It should be noted that not all Hill Giants were savage. Known to all Hippi was the Lonely Giant by the Tower. Seemingly gentle and pensive by nature he would spend his days standing by his Ancient Tower, staring out at the sea, ignoring the hussle and bussle surrounding him. In a sense he was a living monument to those peaceful times.
The Lonely Giant by the Tower