Ergydwir Fyneglong Heavy Tractor

The terrain of the island of Ergydiwr is unique on Alwyyd. Steep sea cliffs ring the island like a shield wall, protecting the rich lowlands from the angry sea and hostile invasion. The only chink in the island’s armor is a natural break carved by the river Mawr as it heads to sea. Even this has proven formidable as the first families who call the cliffside fastnesses home have closed all but the river’s mouth with a fortress named Rhannwr Mawr.

This arrangement left the common folk of Ergydiwr in a perpetual serfdom as all trade up and down the Mawr was controlled by the royal families. The common quar were protected, yes, but the price for that safety was a beige existence of thankless toil. The nobility allowed one indulgence, they underwrote the efforts of the island’s many bell-makers. Bell-making has been the highest prized art on Ergydiwr for centuries, developing from the tradition of ice bells used to call in everyquar from the teeth of winter when visibility was poor. This led to a specialized industry more akin to sport than science, pitting one acoustic genius against another in pursuits of large, louder, and more elaborate instruments.

It was these bellmakers who would prove integral to the casting off the yoke of serfdom. As word of the crusade trickled into the tiny island, dissatisfaction with the status quo began to grow. The inevitable clampdown turned the heat up on the simmering resentments throughout the peasant classes. The development of the fynegin and fynglong tractors out of the bellforges of Ergydiwr was an unexpected twist that turned the peasant uprising into a full blown revolution.

The fyneglong, designed to be an unstoppable force capable of withstanding the fire raining down from above while still able to attack the walls of Rhannwr Mawr at point blank range, has proven less capable in the open fields of the continent. However, when it comes to breaking the back of an entrenched foe few who argue the effectiveness of the tractor’s bombard cannon.

Of the seventeen fyneglong known to exist only three are mounted with bombard cannons and only two of these have left Ergydiwr. The last, ‘Wraig Eiddil’ sleeps in the ruins of Rhann Mawr to this day, a memorial to the struggle for freedom on that tiny island. The rest carry cannon of more sensible calibre, trading firepower for accuracy and vastly increased rate of fire.