The Jinn War

At the end of the Era of Satisfaction, a brutal war broke out between the two factions of the jinn. The war was the culmination of years of political tension, and the government of the Loom had by that point become evenly split between the Troll Outreach Group and the Anti-Troll League. The large point of tension between these groups was over the treatment of the trolls. The Troll Outreach Group promoted the ideal of the jinn helping the trolls, as they had more than enough and the trolls had barely anything. The Anti-Troll League, on the other hand, called for a policy of isolationism from the trolls at minimum, and more often demanded their complete annihilation. Their stance came from a combination of the desire to keep to their traditional ways of life and the manner in which the trolls were depicted in the tale of Jinnine and Trollgu.

As political tensions rose between these groups, the fight became less over policy stance and more over party alignment. The parties became not only about wanting to help trolls or not, but also the common people and the wealthy threadcrafters, and the younger and the older populations. Fights between supports of the two factions started breaking out with increasing frequency in the thoroughfares, and tensions in governments were too high for any motions to stop them to take hold. Soon battles extended even to the senate floor, and the parties mutually proclaimed to not meet in those halls again until their opponents were dead.

The conventional battles of long charges common in Llagnyn's other eras were not as practical for the jinn, who had no feet to charge on. Instead, the Jinn War was conducted through a series of public pronouncements and secret assassinations. Both parties spent their days preaching to the public on the virtues of their side and the heinousness of their opponents, then spent their nights covertly killing their biggest rivals. This all culminated in the Senate Massacre. On that fateful night, the head of the Troll Outreach Group and the Supreme Mistress of the Crocheter's Guild, which had become the controlling party in the Anti-Troll League, met under the night sky on the senate floor that they had so long decreed to abandon. They came in guise of truce, but both had plans to murder the other and claim dominance over the whole of the Loom, and both had allies waiting in the wings of the building to strike. The two exchanged pleasantries, but soon the pretense was dropped and a bloody fight broke. The two wove for themselves in frantic bursts deadly blades of the finest strands, but each was the others match, and they stayed locked in vicious combat, knowing that the first to break it would be sliced finer than the ancient Dusts. Their compatriots stormed in, but found themselves locked in battle with each other, both sides a hundred and ninety-six strong. In the center of the senate floor, the two faction leaders stood locked in their fight, barely aware of the battles around them. It became their undoing, as the large form of the troll king came lumbering into the room. The trolls had been wondering where their assistance had gone, as the war had grown large enough that the Troll Outreach Group had forgotten about the aid they had been sending, and the Woven Caves had halted in their construction. Finally, the troll king decided to venture across the large cords the jinn had made to connect the loom to the troll caves, and had found himself amid a city of turmoil. now, stumbling into the room, the night nearly up, the troll king ran through the mounds of bodies towards the familiar figure of the head of the Troll Outreach Group, grabbing both him and his opponent, and demanding to know what had happened to their assistance. Both faction leaders were so entrenched in their battle that they turned their attacks on the troll king, and left him slashed on the floor.

The sun rose on the last day of the Era of Satisfaction, and streamed through the skylight above the senate, hitting the dying body of the troll king. His last grip still held on tight to the two faction leaders while he transformed into stone, and the rocky crust spread across onto the two leaders as well, freezing all three in the silent hall. The corpses of their followers watched with eyes that no longer saw, as the stone crumbled, Jinnine's ancient magic warring with itself, as the magic that punished the ones she hated tried to assert dominance over the magic made to uplift the ones she loved. The stone ground more and more fine, then shot into the air in a swirl of magic. The stone dust spread farther than the land stretched, into every jinn and troll's mouths and blanketing the sky in black. The mighty Loom fell to a thousand fine strokes, and the caves of the trolls crumbled. The seas became rock and the stone burst forth water, and the world was reborn anew. The peoples of Llagnyn woke to a new era, and the world was as never seen before.