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of Waterdeep - Age I, The Rise of the Warlords
the years, the forest was cut back farther and farther from the shore,
and tribes began to stay most of the year there, farming the cleared land.
The wiser among them claimed and controlled some of the timber in order
to trade for more weaponry and tools. Such claims angered many who found
the squatters rich from frequent trade, and brought attacks from land
and sea, the more warlike tribes slaughtering the more sedentary settlers.
Noted among these tribes was that led by Nimoar, a chieftain who ordered
his people to seize the farms, crude wooden docks, trading sheds, and
storage barns built up around the bay.
They settled there themselves, and erected a log palisade within an earthen
embankment to protect the holdings, After several abortive pirate and
tribal raids, Nimoar's people thrived in their new home, a fledgling town
referred to as "the town of Water-deep." Farther north, orc tribes had
outgrown their mountain strongholds. Attempts to expand underground met
with fierce dwarven resistance (although many small gnomish colonies were
overwhelmed and wiped out), and the orcs spread out on the surface of
the land, coming south and down out of the mountains, hurling their seemingly
endless numbers against all who stood in their path.
Here and there elven enclaves held out, but the push southward displaced
many other northern inhabitants, including the "everlasting ones" (trolls),
who came down into the newly-cleared lands northeast of Nimoar's Hold,
those lands now known as the Trollmoors. Nimoar died of old age during
this time of increasing danger. Younger War Lords led the men of Waterdeep
(for so the ship-captains called the harbor) in battles against the trolls.
There were many bloody struggles between men and trolls for a decade,
until the magic of a Northem youth named Ahghairon turned the fortunes
of war against the trolls, and the "everlasting ones" were destroyed or
Ahghairon rose slowly in skill and power with the passage of years, until
he became a great mage. He discovered a supply of potions of longevity
(or learned the art of making such), for he lived on, still physically
a man in his prime, for decade upon decade. Fearing further attacks, the
men of Waterdeep raised a small keep on the slopes of Mount Waterdeep
above their farms, where fire arrows from on high could defend against
attacking trolls. Many outlying tribes who had come to the settlement
for safety from the trolls stayed, and expanded the walls with new farms
several times. War Lords ruled the Free City of Waterdeep, holding it
independent and increasingly wealthy as years passed.