"Look, if you're determined to go anywhere near the Eternal Battlefield these days..."
"You're sure? Then you had better make a stop at Ohm before you go.
Then at least there's someone to notify your next of kin."
The Scarred land of Ohm
Ohm was once a happy farming village in the heart of Cailar. Grain was plentiful, mead flowed freely, and the autumn harvests brought people from miles around in feasting and celebration.
Then the Night of Falling Crowns came.
'Twas not the Night itself that threatened to level Ohm, but the subsequent years of warfare. Cailar soon splintered, shredding itself as revolutionary factions and colonies rose up to throw off their opressors. It took only a few years for the fertile farmlands surrounding Ohm to be reduced to ash, its vast granaries reduced to rubble. Ohm itself had no stake in the war-only hoping that it would end lest their few remaining fields would be lost. Soon a swath of land that has once been Cailar's most prominent vineyards, wheat fields and ranches became what is known to day as the Eternal Battlefield.
And Ohm was left clinging to the edge.
To Resist Obliteration
It was the Master of the Grain, the former supervisor of the farmlands that now lay barren, that brought the little town together in a last bid for survival after the mayor was killed in shelling not five miles away. The town had been run roughshod by the various resistances and revolutionary factions that passed through, ransacking the town for supplies and lining the Eternal Battlefield with yet more traps, mines and trenches before passing on, leaving Ohm to take the brunt of whatever ruling country the had angered's wrath. The few remaining granaries were carefully disguised, the vineyards hidden in tangles of barbed wire, and the
Ohm Community Watch established. Soon, the village had established for itself if not prosperity, then at least survival for another year.
And so they held on, year after year after year.
The Grasping Hand
Although Ohm in its plentiful years never wanted for funds nor food, after years of famine and raids the town was clinging to survival. New industries and exports were explored, ones that would allow the little village abandoned by any sort of higher civil authority to survive. An enterprising young man discovered a small cache of
Ekyls that had been abandoned by a fleeing revolutionary band, and established his own farm shortly after. A young lass playing in an old trench found a long-lost plant that could emit light, which was quickly cultivated for the use in underground farms.
Central to the town's survival is The Grasping Hand, the tavern and inn at the center of town. The Master of the Grain has made this his base of operations after the first farmlands were destroyed in the war. Members of the town pass through every day, sharing new discoveries, gossip, and updates on the crops they have managed to cultivate. It is also the last line of defense against any 'resistances' that try to establish base in town, against the town's wishes.
The Land of Death
Ohm has not entirely been lost to the outside world, however; Indeed, it is one of the few safe points of entry into the Eternal Battlefield. However, it has been expressly forbidden by the Master for any villager to take advantage of this fact. The Battlefield had caused the town enough grief; t'was not for them to take advantage and make light of it. Anyone who wanders into the village 'seeking souveniers' are the only people who will be escorted back out faster than a revolutionary band.
Still, there is a prospering funeral home and crematory service in the village for those who wish to be sent back to their loved ones. The Mortatorist fills this duty for the fallen out of respect, over any desire to profit.
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