Gilded Concordant
As the Mortal Wars were coming to their conclusions, what followed was trepidation. Every faction and alliance was waiting with tense fists and gritted teeth for the next move to be made; by ally, enemy or the fates themselves. What none expected was a homonculus, gliding over every province in the land with a programmed illusion displayed from its collar. This illusory message took the form of Gillary Murcle, a simple halfling merchant who requested a summit on the shoals of the Seichen Ocean.
Those that answered the summons met the unarmed, unprotected trader who greeted them all with reverence and respect. None know what was said upon those shallow waters aside from those present and, perhaps, their descendents. But when each representative returned to their people, they held aloft a gilded parchment and declared to uproarious cheer: "There is peace."
The document itself held no clauses of surrender from any country. No promises of armistice or reparations. What Gillary Murcle had penned was a long list of tax agreements and trade proporsitions. None under the agreement were expected to stop their attacks, or surrender their territory. All they were obligated to do, was trade and trust.
