Huchshew and the Darvangs

The Huckshews were once a peaceful bunch of caring and loving gnomes that went about their daily lives tinkering away with their inventions bound to fail. There was one thing special about them however, this tribe is the only recorded one in existence that allowed the use of magic combined with their inventions, to make them actually work, and work well they did. Their neighbors, the Darvangs, soon grew jealous and begin recruiting magi of their own. The talented magi, willing to tolerate the gnomes already lived with the Huckshew, so only the evil fiends of the lands came to their call. After time, all grew normal, that is until the wedding of the Huckshew daughter with the Darvang son. One of the Darvangs magi, who happened to be a shaman,(his name was lost with the ages) became entranced with the young maiden and stole her away before she was wed, and cast a spell upon the Darvangs which caused them to rage into war. Panic stricken, the Huckshews captured and executed all magi and their apprentices in order to save themselves, but with their leaders dying breath, he cast a curse on them all and muttered a prayer to Mircea. Many hours passed before the prayer reached his ears far into the planes beyond. The tribes had many battles, few with bloodshed, if there was any it would be from unrelated accidents. Though to the gnomes, insulting ones ability to invent is more hurtful than any physical blow and many were passed out. However the corpses of the magi lay strewn on poles, bloody from the stones cast on them by the raging gnomes. Mircea was outraged and demanded a halt to these idiotic acts on both sides. He called a meeting of both tribes, the feast was enormous and the food plenty. Both the curse and the hex were still taking affect so Mircea brought out his world famous, Seagull stew, enchanted with magic to cure both the hex and the curse. The gnomes at like pigs and stuffed themselves with the magic meals, curing any ailments they might have. An agreement was made then and there that magic shall never again be intertwined with their gnomish inventions, which that night alone caused 3 fires, 4 explosions, and 32 busted rumps from "improved" chairs.

Miartos Quiderzes, Scholar of the Shire