‘Belief. The keystone of the Inspirisles. The energy binding all things. In its absence, the land and its peoples would fade from life and from memory. 

In ancient times, wyrms were the keepers of Belief. They hoarded it in their vast lairs, barely able to contain the boundless power surrounding them. It was seen as their duty, and so great were their stockpiles, the fey could live off stray particles escaping through cracks in the earth.

Though most accepted this arrangement, considering wyrms to be the only beings able to tolerate such magic, some regarded them with suspicion and wanted the dust removed from their keeping. These antagonists would come to be known as Linds, named after the serpent said to have poisoned Gogmagog. 

The Linds quickly gained support and their rumours of wyrm greed and betrayal spread far and wide. Groups carrying the Lind banner struck at the many lairs dotting the islands and the wyrms were forced to defend themselves, using Belief to smite these intruders. Unfortunately, when word of their slaughter reached the principle houses, wyrm’s became the common enemy.

From then on, Scale Maidens, a sorority of skilled monster slayers established by the Glowing Court, would hunt wyrms refusing to give up their dust reserves.

Unable to convince the rulers of their innocence, and with their numbers falling rapidly, in their desperation the remaining wyrms gathered to consume all their Belief at once.

Now bursting with raw power, the wyrms assaulted the principle houses, casting long-forgotten spells and destroying whole communities with their elemental breath. The devastation was unthinkable and though only a handful of wyrms survived the onslaught, their victims numbered in the thousands.

Feeling the Belief fade from their bodies and exhausted from its effects, the remaining wyrms returned to their lairs and fell into a death-like sleep. Their breathing slowed, their limbs stiffened and their skin took on the hue and texture of the lair surrounding them. 

They would not be seen again for thousands of years.’

Inspirisles History, Scriv the Bard